The first thousand two hundred and sixty-three chapters fist Nanwu Hall
Inside the bar.
Everyone hadn't reacted yet, and the young man with an inch head was seen flying out, knocking down several tables and chairs in succession, and falling to the ground, silent.
Even the two men who were walking with the Cuntou Youth didn't see clearly, what happened just now, the two of them didn't see Zhuo Bufan or Ye Beichen doing it.
"This……"
The two youths glanced at each other. Both of them were martial artists, so they could naturally notice that the two youths in front of them seemed uncomfortable.
"Brother." The two young men reacted and went to help the young man up.
"You dare... dare to hit me, don't you know who I am?" The injured young man was lifted up by his companion, his eyes looked like a poisonous snake, staring at Zhuo Bufan and Ye Beichen.
"Oh? Who are you?" Ye Beichen teased.
"I am from Quannan Wuguan, and my master is the owner of Quannan Wuguan. If you offend me, you are tantamount to offending Quannan Wuguan!" The young man wiped the corners of his mouth and stared at the blood stains on his fists, even more resentful. Endless.
Quannan Wuguan is a top-notch martial arts center in Jinzhou. Coupled with the current martial arts practice of the whole people, the social status of martial artists is even higher than that of the rich. I don't know how many powerful and powerful people want to send their children to Quannan Wuguan.
Kwon Nanwu Hall?
"I haven't heard of this Quan Nanwu Hall?" Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.
Ye Beichen's mouth smiled, and Zhen Yuan said: "Master Zhuo, this Quannan Wushu Hall is actually a branch of your four martial arts schools. Now humanity is looking for people with martial arts talents throughout the country, and every city has opened it. The martial arts halls must be selected first, and only the best among them will have the opportunity to be selected as registered disciples of your four martial arts halls."
Hearing what Ye Beichen said, Zhuo Bufan felt a little embarrassed.
As the master of the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall, he knows less than Ye Beichen, and that's right. All the chores in the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall are handed over to Shijian. Such trivial matters are naturally handled by Shijian. Will not tell him too clearly.
"I don't even know the Quan Nanwu Gym. If you are acquainted, you will apologize to me and lose money now, otherwise... No one will ever want to go out from here today." The young man with an inch head looked at Zhuo Bufan, and thought he was scared. , The tone immediately rose a bit.
"boom!"
The voice just fell.
The young man with an inch head flew out again like a magic trick. This time he was relatively unlucky. He ran into the pillar wrapped in gold paper and bounced back to the ground.
"Oh!" The young man with an inch head turned over and over on the ground with pain.
"Aren't you from the Nanwu Gymnasium? Call your master over here." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
Although the tone was weak, the domineering arrogance made people's limbs chill.
"Telephone...invite the master." The young man with an inch head clutched his chest and said with anger as if he were flying.
When the two young people in the same group heard the words, one of them took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone immediately, “Master, this is Xiao Xu, my brother and I were in the coco bar. My brother was beaten, and the other person asked you to come by by name... "
After speaking, he hung up the phone, and the words deliberately did not talk about the things that caused the trouble, but exaggerated the beating of the young man.
...
Quan Nanwu Hall.
The largest martial arts hall in Jinzhou City was established by the Martial Arts Alliance, and its status is self-evident.
In every first-tier city in Languo, there is a martial arts gym of the same type, and disciples are recruited for training. The talented ones have the opportunity to be selected to practice in the four martial arts gyms. Everyone can become one of the four martial arts centers. The disciple of Dawukan is aimed at.
At this time, in a quiet room in the martial arts hall.
An ink-colored long table, on which is placed a unique bonsai with white flowers and dead branches, two cups of clear tea rose with white smoke, exuding a faint pleasant fragrance, but it has a sense of Zen.
There are two people sitting on the floor at the table, one of them is a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit, and the other is a young man.
But judging from his attitude, the middle-aged man is obviously extremely respectful to the young man in front of him.
"Master Xiao, is there something to do?" The young man picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and said slowly.
Xiao Qingfeng nodded, his smiley face became tense, "It's a disciple who is very much loved by me."
"Extremely favored disciple?" The young man raised his head, his eyes a little brighter.
Xiao Qingfeng said: "Although my disciple is not very old, he has already reached the pinnacle of dark power and is only one step away from the master. The disciple is in charge of the adult, but my disciple has a bad temperament, and I am trying to discipline him."
"It's okay, I have time, so I accompany you to have a look?" The young man stood up and said.
"Well, let's pass now." Xiao Qingfeng even got up and said respectfully.
This young man was a disciple of Qinglong Wuguan, one of the four martial arts schools, and his name was Lei Fang.
...
After waiting for about ten minutes, two Mercedes-Benz S600 stopped in front of the coco bar.
Xiao Qingfeng was half a step behind Lei Fang and walked towards the bar.
"It's the master of Quan Nanwu Hall."
"It's him, I've seen him at the Quannan Wuguan before."
"It's over, the two youths haven't left yet. This Quan Nanwu Gymnasium is not easy to provoke."
"master."
"master."
"master."
The three young people who were picking up the matter immediately shouted respectfully.
"Nie Kui, you...what are you doing?" Xiao Qingfeng saw the injured young man with a slightly frowning eyebrows. Obviously he was a little unhappy. But in front of the special envoy, he actually made this look. Lower the score in the mind of the envoy.
"Let me introduce to the three of you, this is the Lei special envoy of Qinglong Wuguan." Xiao Qingfeng said.
"Envoy Lei." The three said respectfully in unison, their expressions changing a little.
Qinglong Wuguan, one of the four major martial arts in the Kingdom of Lan, is the temple that countless martial artists aspire to.
Envoy Lei nodded lightly, his gaze immediately fell on Zhuo Bufan and Ye Beichen, his thick eyebrows frowned, and with his strength, he could not see the two of them clearly.
"Master, that person hit me just now... the disciple is not good at learning skills, so I'm embarrassing you." Nie Kui lowered his head and gritted his teeth. "But this guy didn't put you in the Quan Nan Wu Hall and the master. In my eyes, I really can't see it..."
Xiao Qingfeng looked at Zhuo Bufan with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You two hurt my apprentice? Don't you put Quan Nanwu Hall in your eyes?"
Xiao Qingfeng knew the strength of his apprentice, and the one who could hurt him must be a master, but the two young men in front of him were young and handsome in appearance. Even if they had some strength, they were not much stronger.
"The apprentices go to the bar to make trouble. The master does not care about teaching, but still helps? The son is not a godfather, the apprentice does not learn well, and it is wrong to be a master." Zhuo Bufan shook his head.
Immediately, an internal force was shocked to Xiao Qingfeng's body, and he immediately knocked Xiao Qingfeng upside down and flew out, with blood spurting wildly in his mouth.
"Grandmaster Gang Jin?" Leite made Jian's eyebrows abruptly.
That Xiao Qingfeng was originally at the pinnacle of Grand Master. Only Grand Master Gang Jin and Shen Jin could hurt him. As for the young man in front of him, he didn't look like Shen Jin.
The disciples such as Xiao Qingfeng and Nie Kui also showed horror, and the other party was actually a master martial artist of Gang Jin or above.