Early in the morning.

Xiaoyun stood in a very open place with no vendors on both sides, but instead set up two rows of shelves with swords, guns, sticks and snow-white towels on them.

There are two stone locks under the shelf, which is estimated to be about 100 kilograms.

"Let's go, take a look, the great hero who punched the evil dog, the ancestral Shaolin School's boxing technique is invincible, and one punch kills a big evil dog!"

"Don't miss it, everyone!"

"The world's number one hero is here to practice boxing!"

A group of children boasted about Xiaoyun so that there was nothing in the sky, and there was nothing underground, which really attracted a lot of people to watch.

"Uh......Brother, I'm sorry, don't the monks in Shaolin Temple cut off the world and have no wives or children? Why are you learning the boxing technique of ancestral history..."

Xiaoyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained: "I...I am a Shaolin lay disciple."

"Oh, so that's it. I heard you can kill a dog of this big one with one punch, is that true?"

The man gestured and supported his hands wide. It seemed that he was not a dog, but a tiger, leopard, lion and wolf.

Xiaoyun waved his hand and smiled, "It's not a dog that's so big. But it doesn't matter. Even the tiger has been killed by bare hands!"

He was not boasting about this. A long time ago, when his martial arts were not yet perfect, he had already killed the tiger in the dark room with bare hands.

"Oh! Then I'm going to take a look. Kill the tiger with bare hands. I think those disciples of the Emei Sect can't do it. Your selling style is really good!"

Many people are always like this. If you are humble, they will look down on you and despise you; if you are bragging harder, they will ridicule you again and wait to see you laugh at you.

It seems that they have never considered who they are, without spending a penny or doing any danger, and just want to see the "peerless martial arts" performed. I am afraid that even Xie Xiaofeng would not dare to have such extravagant hopes.

call!

Seeing that more and more people gathered, Xiao Yun punched the sky. Of course, this punch did not contain internal strength, but it also made the sound of the tiger and the air breaking through.

"Oh, good strength!"

Someone shouted.

However, as Xiaoyun gradually continued to fight, someone also spoke: "I heard that Shaolin's boxing style is strong and powerful, why is he so fancy?"

The boxing techniques taught by Master Wuming are originally different from the usual "Arhat Fuhu Fist", and are more agile.

"Haha, after all, he is not a master monk who practices qigong in Shaolin Temple. It is normal for him to have a worse level!"

"Since he is not at the same level, why do you come to the street to show off your ugly face? Why don't we go directly to the temple and watch the monks fist happily!"

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Some people talk and some people talk, and they can't stop talking.

After Xiaoyun finished a set of boxing techniques, the two of them were still chatting.

"Oh, this punch is so hard that I'm afraid I'm not full! Hahahaha!"

Xiaoyun suddenly stopped and bowed to the two of them, "I wonder what you two have in martial arts, but you should come and give me some advice?"

One of them immediately shut up, but the other said, "What's wrong? Why don't you tell me if you're not good at boxing?"

Xiaoyun said: "I just think you are also a master of the martial arts world."

"Yes, yes, you know so well, why don't you go up and try it!"

"If you don't accept it, fight!"

Of course, those who watched the fun did not bother to be serious and urged them one after another.

The man blushed and shouted loudly: "What are you fighting? Do I have to be a chef if I evaluate whether a dish is good or not? Do I have to be a chef and know how to cook?"

He was right, no problem, not bad at all.

Xiaoyun said, "Goodies don't have to cook by themselves, and experts don't have to go to the competition in person."

"It's just that people who can't even recognize words are disgusting the inconsequentiality of the Analects of Confucius, which is really a bit too much."

The man said angrily: "I... I have never eaten pork, and I should have seen pig run. Your boxing technique is not as good as Shaolin monks. Although I don't understand it very much, I can tell it at a glance!"

But Xiaoyun suddenly stopped refuting to him, but stood quietly in place without saying a word.

He closed his hands and lowered his head, and suddenly entered a state of deep thought.

The passerby saw that he stopped fighting back, and became even more violent: "You were just because I pointed out the shortcomings of boxing, and they were angry and said nonsense. I think you are a liar, sensational, don't everyone..."

The little girl who had been beside her couldn't listen anymore and opened her mouth and said, "No, no, the eldest brother is really, really powerful. I saw him with my own eyes..."

At this moment, the crowded crowd was suddenly pushed away, interrupting all the talk. A group of detectives came over.

"Go aside, get out of the way, do things in public, and be inappropriate if you accidentally hurt me!"

"Get out of here quickly!"

After some push and retreat, five or six constables finally stood in front of Xiaoyun.

One of the men wearing a big head-catching hat, patted his waist with his belly and said, "You killed the black southwest mastiff by my county magistrate grandmother?"

His voice was loud, but Xiaoyun did not respond at all.

It was not until someone stepped forward and pushed Xiaoyun that Xiaoyun realized something was wrong.

Xiaoyun frowned and said, "Black Southwest Mastiff? If you said the evil dog that hurts people, I was indeed beaten to death!"

The head-in-chief looked at the big stone lock on the side, with all kinds of swords and guns, and was a little scared, so he asked again: "We are also required to have people and evidence. In this way, tell me how you killed the evil... Oh, no, it is the Southwest Mastiff?"

Xiaoyun waved his fist and said, "I beat him to death with my fist!"

The headmaster smacked his tongue and said, "Use fists? Do you demonstrate again and let me see?"

When he talked about this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Looking at Xiaoyun's posture, he knew that it was definitely not easy to mess with. So he deliberately asked Xiaoyun to punch him first. At that time, he would have an estimate in his heart.

He has been in this industry for more than ten years and has a good habit of being cautious and cautious, so he has barely managed to get to the current position of captain, and he has a bit of a routine to do things.

Xiaoyun shook her head and said, "Do you want to see it? It's not possible."

The headmaster said, "Why can't it work? Do you want to give it to you? Haha, I'll give it to you."

He touched his pocket, accidentally found a few silver notes, and immediately blushed again, and quickly stuffed the silver notes back in front of everyone.

"Ahem...Whoever you throws a few copper coins over? We are not just trying to catch people randomly. We have to see..."

Xiaoyun suddenly interrupted him and said, "It's not the reason for the reward, it's because I have forgotten how I hit the boxing style just now."

The captain stretched out his head, stood there on the spot, and said in confusion: "Forgot?"

Xiaoyun nodded seriously: "No, I forgot. But I still remember some other boxing techniques. If you want to see them, I can also play them out for you, but then you have to give them a reward."

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Passers-by laughed loudly: "I forgot the boxing technique I just tried? Are you all fools who are officials?"

Xiaoyun said: "I did forget."

Passerby said, "Master, his boxing skills are very bad. He dare not take them out and show his shame in front of the men. You beat him up and keep him obediently and take all his crimes."

Passers-by and Xiaoyun were just a coincidence, and had some disputes, but unexpectedly he wanted to put Xiaoyun in a difficult situation. This kind of vicious heart is really hard to describe in words.

The headmaster frowned, looked back and forth on Xiaoyun for several times, then withdrew his gaze and smiled at passers-by.

"So can people tell their crimes by beating people?"

Passers-by heard something wrong with his words, but they didn't know what was wrong.

Before he could react, the captain said, "Come on, take this person back to the yamen, torture him and see if he doesn't say his crime!"

The head catcher put his hands on his waist, raised his head, and was majestic.

"If he says his crime, he will be punished according to the law; if he doesn't say it after torture... Humph, then he will deceive this captain and add to the crime!"

After saying that, a group of detectives stared at each other and had to take the passerby away.

"Sir......How do we explain to the county magistrate grandma when we go back..."

"Idiot, do you know that there was a person who made a big fuss in the Liu Mansion before, the one named Xiaoyun?"

"Ah, is this person..."

"I just said that he looked familiar, he was the portrait of Xiaoyun we were looking for! Fortunately, I finally remembered..."

"Even the old men of Hainan Sword Sect are no match for us. Wouldn't we die in vain if we go? This person is really hateful. He is still next to us and asks us to provoke..."

A group of detectives whispered, kicking passers-by from time to time, and then gradually walking away.

Only passers-by were still shouting all the way.
Chapter completed!