Almost every place in this "Shenwu Kyushu" has places like private schools and martial arts schools, and they don't necessarily have to be sects. Just like normal shops, they only do business - collect money and teach Kung Fu.
The rich man Zheng found such a relatively famous martial arts gym for his son to learn. Two years later, that is today, after spending more than 1,500 taels of silver back and forth, Zheng Biao finally entered the "Second Heaven of Tempering Body Realm", became a warrior, and learned a set of different skills. He didn't know the vulgar martial arts, and immediately went home to seek revenge on that enemy.
With four servants behind him, Zheng Biao arrived at the gate of Qingyunguan, looked up at the plaque hanging on the lintel: "Qingyunguan", snorted and sneered, but he didn't expect to see him for two years. I have become a Taoist priest in this temple, I don't know if I haven't seen you in two years, have you lost your fighting skills, if you are too weak, I will take it easy and let you call us "Third Lord" and that's all.
He shook his head triumphantly, and tilted his neck to put on a foolish look. He learned this trick from the county town. It looked quite imposing at the beginning, but he doesn't know if he learned it today. He shouted to the followers behind him: "Come here, let me know the chariots and horses, give it to me, the third master, and come forward to call for battle—"
"Third young master, the master said, don't make too much publicity..."
"Fart, third master, I'll beat him up and let that bastard beat him up. If I don't take care of him, I'll be restless in my life. Call me, scold me—"
"Hey, that's all right, little one, listen to the third young master."
A dog-legged servant with the appearance of a bad kind of slave came out more and more, stood under the door, and shouted shyly: "I can breathe in Qingyun Temple, listen to me—"
The two little Taoist priests who were on duty in front of Guan were stunned when they saw this one, hey, what does this mean, Qing Yun Guan Li Guan has not seen such a thing in a hundred years? Before he had time to ask, the gray-shirted servant continued to shout: "Master Zheng Sanye, the hero of Qingyang Town, came to Qingyun to pay a visit, and called Ma Zhiyong to come out to answer. Mr. Zheng, who has heard of Daoist Ma's brave name, is here today." Ask for advice!"
A set of quack cuts is half-baked, but there is a half-grown child shaking his head standing behind him. The two little Taoist priests guarding the gate saw that they had come to seek a fight, and each of them bared their teeth and claws with excitement, and did not report to the elders. One was guarding the front gate, and the other hurried back to the temple to look for Ma Yunyong.
It's very boring to learn scriptures and chant numbers in Guanli, how can it be such a fun fight, especially when someone comes to your door to call.
The little Taoist priest who ran back to the temple excitedly announced "someone is calling at the door" along the way. As a result, the little Taoist priests in the whole temple were excited and had fun.
Coincidentally, this scene caught Ye Qingxuan who was avoiding the "Qingyun Shuangsha" and wandering blindly in the temple.
Zheng Biao waited for a while, and his neck dangled a little sore, and he thought to himself that this young master in the city is really hard to be. Just as he was rubbing his neck and complaining, a dozen or so little Taoist priests poured out from the gate of Qingyun Temple, all of them screaming like monkeys who saw a banana, and all of them were holding brooms, Mops, door latches, rolling pins, etc., did not say hello, and they surrounded themselves with a whimper.
Although Zheng Biao has achieved success in martial arts, he is now a warrior of the "Second Heaven of Tempering Body Realm". The little Taoist priests all looked like minors, but they were hard to beat with four hands. How could these little Taoist priests look like monks? They were all carrying guys in their hands. With a grunt, he gulped, Zheng Biao secretly regretted that he shouldn't have made such a big deal, the situation in front of him seemed a bit out of order.
"Master, less...young master, let's run... let's run!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the servants on the side wanted to rub their feet with oil, but at least the master was still here, if he ran away first, his job would be considered ruined.
"Run? Run away, the third master will die in battle today, and will never back down!"
After finally gaining some confidence, if he had to run all this, he would really have no courage to challenge Ma Dabeard again in the future. In the worst case, he would be beaten and lie down for a few more months, what a big deal!
Thinking of this, Zheng Sanbiao's courage suddenly strengthened, and the stubborn temper of this Sanbiao came up.
In the final analysis, San Biaozi is still a bit aggressive, probably because he was beaten a little when he was a child.
The master and servants of the Zheng family were thinking about it when they heard a huge voice roaring from behind the crowd.
"San Biaozi, you stinky, shameless pickpocket, how dare you call him the third master in front of your third master Ma? You shameless bastard, who lifts up little girls' skirts and drills old women's pants... you too Dare to be called a master? Have you asked your third master Ma?"
The crowd flashed, and a tall, tall, bearded little adult rushed out.
It was Ma Yunyong.
Seeing Ma Yunyong finally appear, Zheng Biao's little heart that was a little flustered fell to the ground instead.
Because he knows that this guy is just like himself, although he is naughty, he also pays attention to his face, as long as he calls his number and rolls his name, it will be a one-on-one situation, and no third hand will be allowed to intervene.
Moisturizing his throat, Zheng Biao sneered at Ma Yunyong and said, "You idiot, heh heh, are you finally willing to come out to see me? Let me tell you, I came back this time to seek revenge on you. The weather is good today, and the weather is beautiful." ... It's nothing to say, let's settle the old and new grudges together... "
"Oh, I haven't seen you for two years. My temper has grown and my skin has become tighter. Okay—I'll let you, Mr. Ma, loosen your muscles and bones today."
After finishing speaking, Ma Yunyong rushed towards Zheng Biao with his fists clenched.
A scornful smile immediately appeared on Zheng Biao's face. "Spread out for me—" Zheng Biao yelled, and he didn't care about Yun Yong who was rushing over. He saw Zheng Biao kicked on the ground with his toes, and jumped up like a cunning rabbit. At the same time, he turned sideways and evaded Yunyong's fist stretched out with one palm, aiming at Yunyong's chest. Ma Yunyong hurriedly returned the punch, not wanting Zheng Biao's moves to be old, so he flipped over with one hand, like piercing clouds and Qiaoyan, and directly bypassed Yunyong blocked the fist, and at the same time turned his palm into a fist. With a bang, it hit Yunyong's chest.
With Zheng Biao's blow, Ma Yunyong only felt a huge force coming towards him, and the figure who was one size bigger than Zheng Biao was immediately thrown backwards, and fell to the ground on his back with a thud.
Zheng Biao closed his fist and raised his fist. He was very proud and said with a smile: "How is it? Idiot, my fist is good enough, right?"
"Hmph, I didn't expect to see you in two years. You have learned such a unique skill." Ma Yunyong spit, got up, slapped his clothes twice, and said with a smile: "Kung Fu is good, but it's a pity that your strength is too weak, like a bitch …”
Zheng Biao's face darkened, and he said in a muffled voice: "Let me tell you, big fool, the third master came back today to clean up you. The third master and you are no longer in the same way. I have already felt angry, and now I am a 'quencher'. The second level of physical condition', he is a real warrior."
Wow—
The crowd watching by the side burst into an uproar.
This ordinary person is not at the same level as a warrior at all, no matter how strong his physical strength is, he is definitely not an opponent of a warrior with internal strength. This Zheng Biao came here to provoke, with bad intentions, this fight is not fair at all.
Seeing that Yun Yong was going to suffer, a few thoughtful little Taoist priests turned around and ran back to the temple to find the uncle on duty.
Ma Yunyong rubbed his chest, the stuffy feeling there was really uncomfortable, but he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, so he should be able to bear it.
Thinking of this, Ma Yunyong smiled lightly, and sneered at Zheng Biao: "Congratulations, San Biaozi, a martial artist who has entered the country, your old Zheng's family is considered to be smoked from the ancestral grave, but it's a pity..."
"What a pity?"
"But it's a pity, no matter how strong you are as a warrior, your fists are still as soft as a bitch..."
Zheng Biao was furious instantly.
"Shame on your face, lie down for me—"
He rushed towards Yunyong again, not to be outdone, Yunyong punched again, Zheng Biao dodged to the side, Yunyong followed up with another punch, Zheng Biao turned around, but he hit Yunyong From Yong's side, he swiped the heel of one hand, hitting the root of Yunyong's ear. This hit hit the nail on the head, Yun Yong's whole body was lifted instantly, and then he fell powerlessly to the ground.
The moment he hit the palm, Ma Yunyong only felt his head buzzing, the light in front of his eyes dimmed, and the surroundings suddenly darkened.
No, I'm going to faint. Ma Yunyong was startled, cruel, bit his tongue suddenly, the sudden pain pulled Ma Yunyong back from the verge of fainting.