The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

Snapped!

Huang Hai hit the wall hard.

But he was wearing an iron shirt, so although the impact was heavy, it didn't hurt him at all.

What surprised Huang Hai was that he didn't see how Li Muchen made the move just now.

Zhanyi eighteen falls, this kung fu even if the patriarch Zhang Qian fell, it is nothing more than that.

Huang Hai knew that it would be difficult to get a deal today, but he still had a chance.

Those who practice eighteen falls may not be able to fight, but he is not afraid of falling when he practices horizontally.

There are weapons all over Iron Shirt's body, as long as he finds out how to use his strength, use clumsiness to counteract skillfully, use strength to fight strength, and win a move and a half, it is enough to destroy him.

Huang Hai stretched out his arms, pressed his palms against the wall, and his body bounced back like a spring.

Then a kite turned over in the air, and then made a jack drop, and fell heavily to the ground, with both feet stuck to the ground like nails.

With his body practicing kung fu horizontally, if he is prepared, if he takes a good step, even if a dozen people push him, he will not be able to push him.

But he never expected that as soon as he got into position, his body flew out again.

Boom!

Hit the wall hard again.

Huang Hai didn't give up and jumped back again, this time he landed a little far away from Li Muchen.

But Li Muchen didn't move, and Huang Hai flew out again.

After doing this seven or eight times, Huang Hai was completely heartbroken.

Although he didn't get broken by practicing kung fu all over his body, but it won't work if it continues like this.

No matter how tyrannical the body is, it is made of flesh and cannot withstand such a toss.

After flying out ten times, Huang Hai hit the wall, and instead of jumping out, slid down the wall.

This is the farthest from Li Muchen, and it's against a wall, so you can't throw me.

But he still wanted to keep it simple.

I didn't see Li Muchen move, and suddenly he was in front of him.

And Huang Hai flew out again.

With a bang, it hit another wall.

Huang Hai was convinced, completely convinced.

His kung fu is not at the same level as his opponent's.

But he didn't even have a chance to surrender, because Li Muchen didn't give him a chance to stop and talk.

As soon as he stopped, he would be thrown out immediately.

As soon as he loses his energy, he also loses his strength. Every time he falls to the back, his flesh and internal organs are greatly shaken, and he can't stand it even after practicing kung fu all over his body.

For the seventeenth time, bang, Huang Hai bumped into the wall and slid down slowly. This time he couldn't stand up, and could only lie on the ground, feeling that his body had completely fallen apart.

Li Muchen walked to his side slowly and looked down at him.

"I admit defeat... I, convinced..."

Panting for breath, Huang Hai almost exhausted his last strength before saying these words.

"I said Zhanyi Eighteen Falls, and there is one last time." Li Muchen said with a smile.

Huang Hai's eyes showed horror.

Then, he flew again.

This time, he didn't hit the wall, but spun several times in the air, and finally fell to Liu Hongyu's side, and never got up again.

Liu Hongyu was startled, and pushed with his hand: "Master Huang, Master Huang..."

But Huang Hai was lying on the ground straight, his body limp, as if dead.

Li Muchen walked towards Liu Hongyu slowly.

Liu Hongyu was really scared now.

He knows how powerful Huang Hai is. Before inviting him here, he tried it himself. The bullets are not clear, but ordinary swords really can't hurt him.

It was also because of this that he knew that Uncle Ming was behind the Blue Bridge Bar, so he dared to make trouble.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by the young man in front of him.

"Brother, I have something to say." Seeing Li Muchen approaching, Liu Hongyu panicked, "Brother, let me go, I'll give you money, whatever you want..."

Li Muchen didn't speak, his face covered with frost.

Liu Hongyu was desperate: "Brother, I know I was wrong. I will kowtow to you and apologize to that girl. I deserve to die."

Li Muchen raised his foot, stepped on Liu Hongyu's other leg which was still intact, and said coldly:

"I gave you a chance just now."

He dusted his feet hard.

The sound of bones breaking and Liu Hongyu's screams sounded at the same time.

...

More than a dozen black cars came at a high speed, with harsh brakes, and stopped at the entrance of the Blue Bridge Bar.

A middle-aged man in his fifties wearing a black Tang suit got off the back seat of the first car, twisting a string of agarwood beads in his hand.

There was also a fat middle-aged man who came down with him. Even though he was fat, his face was flushed and he was full of energy.

In the car behind, there are four people in each car, half of them are wearing suits, and the other half are wearing white training clothes, like people from a boxing gym.

This group of people marched into the Blue Bridge Bar.

There was quite a commotion among passers-by outside the bar.

"Who is this, so powerful?"

Seeing the man in Tang suit, Zhang Yiping said a little excitedly, "Uncle Ming is here!"

Because Ding Xiang was worried that something would happen to Ma Shan and Li Muchen, she refused to leave. Lin Manqing had no choice but to stay with her.

And Zhang Yiping and Zhou Xu also want to know what happened in the bar and what will happen to Li Muchen.

"Which one is Uncle Ming?" Yao Lili looked at the two people walking in front side by side and asked.

"The one in black." Zhang Yiping said, "The other one is Uncle Ming's bodyguard."

Zhou Xu was puzzled and said, "This is the first time I've seen a bodyguard and master walking side by side."

Zhang Yiping said: "You don't know, that is Master Hong, the successor of the Southern School of Taiji, and the head of the Southern School of Taiji in Hecheng. Those who wear the training clothes are all his apprentices."

"Who is this Uncle Ming?"

"Uncle Ming is from the Feng family. His name is Feng Tianming, but he is free and easy by nature. He likes famous wines, antiques and women. I heard that when he was young, he was known as the first son of Hecheng. Because he has no contact with the family business, outsiders don't know much about it. I know him. But in our circle, he is very famous and a real boss. Liu Hongyu is a ruthless character, but he is not enough to look good in front of Uncle Ming."

"Then why are they here?"

"Sister Na must have called."

"Brother Zhang, does Uncle Ming also own shares in the bar?"

"I don't know about that, but Sister Na and Uncle Ming should have a good relationship, maybe she is..."

He didn't say what he said later, but if the listener is interested, he will naturally understand it.

They gossip, but Ding Xiang is worried about Li Muchen and Ma Shan.

"My brother and they will be all right?"

Zhang Yiping shook his head and said, "It's probably enough. No matter how good the two of them can fight, can they beat as many people as Liu Dabao? Besides, they are causing trouble in the venue today, and Uncle Ming will not let them go."

Lin Manqing said: "Obviously it's Liu Dascar's ailment, Uncle Ming probably won't embarrass them."

"Originally, Sister Na came forward, and Liu Dabaolu had already given Sister Na face, and the matter was over, but Li Muchen kicked and broke Liu Dabaoyu's leg, not giving Sister Na face, that is, not giving Uncle Ming face. In the circle Everyone knows that Uncle Ming is a person who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes, and with his character, it is very difficult for Ma Shan and Li Muchen to come out completely today."

Zhou Xu sneered and said, "It's what they deserve! They're courting their own death."

Lin Manqing suddenly said: "Zhang Yiping, why don't you go up and beg for mercy for them. You often hang out in the circle, and your father is the chairman of Evergreen. Uncle Ming should give you face."

Zhang Yiping's face darkened. If Lin Manqing had spoken about anything else, he would definitely do it.

But he didn't have the guts to ask him to go to Uncle Ming to intercede.

Even Liu Dabao didn't give him face, let alone Uncle Ming?

He didn't want to lose someone again.

"Zhang Yiping, this is the first time I ask you to do something." Lin Manqing said.

Zhang Yiping's face was serious, he hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head and said:

"It's not that I don't want to, let alone me, even if my dad comes, Uncle Ming may not buy it. In Hecheng, there are not many people who can make Uncle Ming give face. Unless your grandfather is asked to come forward, he should give the Lin family face."

Lin Manqing frowned. Of course, she couldn't go to grandpa for such a thing, and grandpa would never come forward for this.

She thought about it and said, "Then I'll go."

After speaking, he took Ding Xiang's hand and walked towards the bar.