The tall and thin middle-aged man stood behind Jiang Zhen and remained silent. Before talking about the secret matter of killing Fan Tingsun, Zhou Wenqiang once signaled to Jiang Zhen with his eyes, but Jiang Zhen just shook his head and smiled, and did not mean to let the middle-aged man leave.

It can be seen that this person is his confidant.

Zhou Wenqiang has always been paying attention to this person. When he said that he wanted to join forces with Wanglaoji and take the opportunity of "surrounding things" to kill Fan Tingsun, when this person heard the three words Wanglaoji, he suddenly showed a curious and competitive expression, and knew that this person was also a master.

Jiang Zhen wanted to explore his strength, but he didn't know that he also wanted to explore Hongxing. Since there was a Hongxing master here, of course he couldn't let it go.

If he wants to upgrade his street fighting skills, he wants to fight with masters. The stronger his opponent, the faster his skill experience will increase.

"Jiang Sheng, let me have a few moves with this Zhou Sir.

This Zhou Sir is probably also a master!”

The tall and thin middle-aged man's voice was like a crack of metal and stone, just like the sound of someone slashing through the glass with a knife, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"Okay, then please follow me to the back garden."

Jiang Zhen nodded. He was also very curious about Zhou Wenqiang. This Zhou Sir looked less than 20 years old, but he was more calculating than countless old people. He just didn't know how strong he was.

There are few people who know the origin of the tall and thin middle-aged man in Hong Kong, Jiujiang, but he knows that this is a true 'God of War'.

If it weren't for the drastic changes in the mainland situation and had a passionate relationship with me back then, it would be impossible for me to join Hongxing.

If this young Sir Zhou can support ten moves under him, he will be relieved.

There is also a martial arts showdown in the back garden of the Jiang family. Back then, Jiang Zhen used a watermelon knife to make a great reputation in the Hong Kong and Jiujiang River. He was also a good martial arts figure. This battleground is bigger and deeper than that on Wanglaoji's rooftop. It is where he and his brothers in the hall practice martial arts on weekdays.

"Zhou Sir, please!"

The tall and thin middle-aged man bowed to Zhou Wenqiang, and his voice was filled with a strong smell of sea.

Before he could finish his voice, Zhou Wenqiang was already flying like a fast train, rushing to about one meter away from him, and suddenly kicked a large piece of yellow sand with his right foot, blinding his eyes.

The most important thing for street fighting is to adapt to local conditions and use all the items that can be used. The trick of "famous and upright people" is disdainful to it, but Zhou Wenqiang and Wanglaoji will not hesitate to use it.

Jiang Zhen, who was watching the battle on the side, immediately showed an admiration. He was also a fight on the street. Not only would he not look down on Zhou Wenqiang because of this, he thought it was ideal.

The tall and thin middle-aged man smiled slightly, lowered his head, broke through the sand fog, and punched Zhou Wenqiang's fist.

"Bang!"

The two fists intersected, and their bodies shook slightly. Zhou Wenqiang felt that his punch was like hitting pig iron, and there was a faint pain.

He is indeed a master!

I was surprised, but the offensive continued to stop. I lowered my head and slammed my forehead hard into the chin of the tall and thin middle-aged man.

The tall and thin middle-aged man leaned back and kicked his right foot, directly at Zhou Wenqiang's face, but Zhou Wenqiang pressed his elbows to block his leg towards the sky. He felt his legs slipping and his strength was inexplicably leaked.

Both figures were as fast as lightning, fighting quickly.

In a blink of an eye, forty or fifty moves have passed.

Zhou Wenqiang's physical fitness with the third-level attribute "human elite" could not take any advantage.

The tall and thin middle-aged man became more and more frightened as he hit. Zhou Sir learned a magical technique of exerting force from somewhere. Every few punches and legs, a heavy leg punch would appear, which made him feel as if he could not resist. Although he could barely resist, it would be extremely painful.

This feeling was only felt when he fought with Chen Gangfu, the "one husband is in power" and that he had never encountered such a strong enemy except Chen Gangfu.

"stop!"

At this moment, even Jiang Zhen could see that Zhou Wenqiang was strange. This kid seemed to be fighting on the street, but he was extremely fast and powerful. He seemed to have learned hard skills from outside. After several battles, even his old friend was a little unbearable.

If he continues to fight, his old friend will suffer a loss.

"Zhou Sir, I have seen your skills, stop!

After all, it’s just a martial arts competition, not a life-and-death battle.”

"Good kung fu!"

Jiang Zhen called for a stop, and the thin middle-aged man had just got a step to go down. He jumped back more than a meter away, waved his hand and said, "At the end of this, we will be tied today."

Sure enough, the experience of changing to a new opponent's skill has grown rapidly. At this moment, Zhou Wenqiang's skill experience has accumulated to 5,000 points. He decisively chose to upgrade the "Street Fight Master" to "Street Fight Master". He was very satisfied and stopped his hand with a smile.

"Haha, Mr. Jiang's subordinate is really amazing. Could it be the legendary 'Hongxing War God'?"

Jiang Zhen hesitated slightly when he heard this. He didn't know how to interfere. The thin middle-aged man had already laughed: "I haven't met a good opponent like Zhou Sir in many years.

Let’s get to know me. My name is Linzhong. I had a nickname in Shang Beach back then, called the coach!”

Zhou Wenqiang was stunned: "A man is in power, the coach is quick-killing, a prodigal man, a student master, a bear, tiger, eagle, glasses, cigarette mouth, and a long spear.

Are you the number one master among the 13 Taishang Beach Taishang, coach?”

The coach waved his hand and smiled, "I dare not take it. I have never considered myself the best. It's all for friends in the world to give me face."

Zhou Wenqiang frowned and said, "Since you are also listed as the Thirteenth Taishang Insurance Company, do you know the four Taishang Insurance Company under Fan Tingsun, or even have good friends?"

"Of course not."

The coach shook his head: "The title of Thirteen Taibao has been inherited from generation to generation. Whenever someone in the older generation dies or retires to the world, new people will be selected.

The previous generation of Thirteen Taibao was once divided into two factions, one sacrificing oneself for the nation’s righteousness and the other sacrificing one’s country for the sake of glory. After fighting each other, I am now the only one who is still alive.

The four major taiwans around Fan Tingsun are all new generations. Not only do they not know me, they have no friendship, and they have never even met me."

"So that's how it is."

Zhou Wenqiang nodded. The coach Lin Zhong in front of him was truly from the movie "The Thirteen Grandmasters of Shang Beach". In terms of force, he was only under the power of one man as the ruler.

The newly-launched Twelve Taibaos comes from the inheritance of this movie at most.

The coach said again: "Although there were a few scum in the Thirteenth Taibao, most of them were sacrificed and their righteousness was too strong!

I don’t expect that the new generation of Thirteen Taishang Insurance would be willing to be Fan Tingsun’s lackey! Help him make powder and make white flour. According to the rules of the world, no matter the Hongmen Qing Gang, it cannot tolerate it!

I was about to eliminate these scums, so on the day Zhou Sir killed Fan Tingsun, maybe I might as well count me!"

"Haha, with the help of the instructor, that's all foolproof!

It’s a matter of just one sentence!

Mr. Jiang, coach, this time let us uproot Fan Tingsun!”

Zhou Wenqiang laughed, clasped his fists slightly to the two of them, and said goodbye and left.
Chapter completed!