Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

"It's too much to bully others, it's too much to bully others!"

In the martial arts hall, a master banged the table, his face full of anger. Under the master's seat, all the disciples looked at their noses and hearts, and no one dared to stand up and speak.

After a while, the anger in his heart seemed to have dissipated a little. The owner of the hall swept his dissatisfied eyes over the apprentices in the hall, stood up and walked out: "I will go out for a while, you guys, practice your martial arts well. I don't want something like this to happen again next time."

Things happen.”

Looking at the master's retreating figure, all the apprentices were filled with resentment.

Martial arts apprentices come to learn martial arts with a lot of money. Everyone wants to learn something useful, not just a show.

In the past, because all the martial arts schools in Tianjin taught just show-offs, there was no way to compare and compare, but now here comes Lincoln.

It was just an exchange meeting, and the comparison came out immediately.

The apprentices would naturally not think that Xilin was more talented than themselves, but it was a fact that they could not fight for three months in three years. As a result, their resentment was transferred to the martial arts master.

They spend money to learn martial arts, handing over real money and money, but what they learn is fake showmanship, which makes them feel at ease.

If they don't talk now, it's just because their tuition fees are still in the hands of the martial arts school, and they don't want to break up and leave no room for the last bit. But if this resentment continues to accumulate, there is no guarantee of what will happen next.

On the other side, a group of martial arts gym owners have gathered together again.

"Brother Zheng, we can't go on like this!"

One of the gym owners looked at Zheng Shan, who was sitting in the chair, and said proudly: "That guy surnamed Lin broke the rules. If he keeps moving like this, all nineteen martial arts gyms in Tianjin, large and small, will have to be closed down. This won't work!"

Zheng Shanao didn't say anything, he just looked out the door. All the museum owners were confused and looked together, and then they saw Lincoln walking in from the door with livid faces.

"Rules? What rules? Come talk to me."

"You!" The faces of the museum leaders changed drastically: "Why are you here!?"

"Why can't I be here?" Lincoln chuckled: "Speaking of which, I can be regarded as a museum owner in Tianjin. Why can't I participate in a meeting with you guys?"

The hall owners looked at each other, and then looked at Zheng Shanao in unison.

No one among them would reveal the news. In this case, it could only be Zheng Shanao. Thinking of this, the hall owners looked at Zheng Shanao with something wrong.

They were angry with Zheng Shanao in their hearts, but they didn't show it on their faces. They just stood up and waved their sleeves: "If you don't talk about it, we have nothing to talk about with you!"

"Really?" Lincoln didn't care. He sat on the chair, took a sip of tea, and then chuckled: "But I have something I want to talk to you about."

"It's better! I have nothing to talk about with you!" The owner of the first restaurant snorted coldly, and then gave Zheng Shanao a small fist: "Brother Zheng, we respect your character, but you are not doing this properly!

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After saying that, the group of eighteen people took the lead and walked out of the gate, not paying attention to Lincoln at all.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish the public, what they were thinking was that they had eighteen people on their side, and even if they gave Lincoln eight courages, he would not dare to do anything.

If it had been anyone else, their ideas would have been correct, except this time they met Lincoln.

Just as the group was about to step out of the door, they heard a thud from behind, followed closely by Lincoln's unhurried voice: "Guys, I told you, I want to talk to you."

"Let's talk? Are you worthy?" Leader Zhou sneered, but when he turned around, he was horrified to see a ray of golden light emerging from Lincoln's pupils.

The buzzing sound echoed in the room, and in an instant, golden chains shuttled out from the void behind Lincoln, completely sealing off the entire room in just an instant.

The inexplicable aura reverberated in the room, like the divine arrival that existed in the legend.

Looking at the golden light that enveloped the entire room, Zheng Shanao's eyes showed a hint of desire and desire, but in the eyes of the eighteen people in the group, this golden light was not sacred, but fearful.

Their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Lincoln, their fingers pointing at Lincoln were trembling, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Okay, now we can't have a good chat." Lincoln casually put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the eighteen people in front of him with a half-smile: "You have two choices now."

"First: kneel on the ground and listen to me; second, have some backbone and I will send you to see your ancestor. Choose."

Golden chains kept going up and down the body, and everyone was shocked and angry. An old owner with a beard looked at Lincoln angrily: "You! You don't follow the rules!"

"Rules?" Lincoln sneered: "Originally, I was going to tell you about the rules. Unfortunately, you broke the rules yourself. Who can blame you?"

"You want to be in the first grade of junior high school, so no wonder I'm in the fifteenth grade."

As he spoke, he tapped his fingers lightly, and the chain transformed by magic instantly moved, sealing off the old owner from all directions.

Hands, feet, lute bones, only the sound of flesh and blood tearing could be heard. The seemingly illusory chains were sharper than the sharpest knife, and they pierced him in an instant.

Then Lincoln showed a cold look on his face and clenched his hands.

Wow~

The chains were tightened, and a tearing sound was heard. In front of the other seventeen hall owners, the owner who dared to speak out because of his age was torn apart.

Blood flowed across the expensive floor, causing Zheng Shanao's face to twitch, and he thought about the astronomical cost of repairing his yard.

Killing people in public! And killing people in a way that no one can understand. Everyone was restrained.

There are many reasons for people to be fearless, but one of the most common ones is that they think the other person is afraid.

The eighteen martial arts masters thought that Lincoln did not dare to kill anyone here and now, but Lincoln did it anyway, and when the first person died, everyone calmed down.

They looked at the corpse on the ground without saying a word, and drops of cold sweat fell from their foreheads.

"Okay, this... this unknown gym owner is very brave. I will grant him a favor and send him to meet his ancestor. In addition, Mr. Zheng, could you please announce to me after you go out, what is the name of this martial arts gym?"

The inheritance must be ended!”

"Next, let me see how hard your bones as martial arts practitioners can be."

"I'll give you time, just count to three, 3...2..."

Boom!

Before Lincoln could finish speaking, there was a bang, and a museum owner in the crowd knelt down, with tears streaming down his face: "My family's inheritance of two or three generations cannot be cut off here..."