Wang Shiquan’s martial arts hall is located next to a fast food restaurant near Chinatown. Although the geographical location is not good, it is not bad either.

When Guo Dalu and others walked to the gate of the martial arts hall, a middle-aged man quickly met him, "Master, senior brother, you are here!"

The middle-aged man has a slightly dark complexion, slightly sunken eye socket, not very tall, thin and small, and is a typical southerner.

At this time, his nose and face were swollen, his lips turned outward, and he looked extremely miserable.

Guo Dalu is proficient in hundreds of martial arts. Just by looking at the injuries this person was injured, you will know that they were injured by bird-shaped fist.

The so-called bird-shaped fist refers to the boxing technique created by imitating birds. This kind of boxing technique is generally made with the fingers to make a bird's beak to hurt people. The main parts of the injury are generally concentrated in sensitive parts of the head and five senses, or in the left and right ribs of the lower vagina, which are tricky and have a light and agile body.

Wang Xiaozhou asked in a low voice: "Zeng Xiang, who is the one who came to play the house?"

Zeng Xiang said: "Senior brother, they said they were the disciples of Feihe Sect. They couldn't stand the teacher teaching foreigners Kung Fu, so they came to the door to play the kung fu."

Wang Xiaozhou was stunned, "Is it a sin to teach some external kung fu? Feihe Sect is so arrogant?"

While talking, several people had already entered the martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall looks very small from the outside. When you walk in, you will find that there is a different world. It is extremely spacious, with at least 200 square meters. Indoor boxing teaching is enough.

There are sandbags, barbells, and other fitness equipment on one side of the room, as well as rows of weapons for decoration such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. The entire martial arts hall is well-tied.

At this time, seven or eight people were sitting on the chairs and talking and laughing. Several young foreigners next to him watched these people angry but dared not speak out, and kept having luck.

Seeing Wang Shiquan and his son coming in, several young white men hurried over, "Father Shi, Brother Shi!"

They would shout these two Chinese sentences, and then there was a bird singing in Ula Ula, "These people are too savage and have to compete with their master. Later we fought with them. They took action so quickly. Before we could see clearly, we were knocked down!"

Seeing Wang Shiquan and others walking in, seven or eight men sitting on the chair stood up one after another. Only one thin and dry old man sat on the chair in a big shape and didn't move. The pipe in his hand kept squeezing, and he didn't even look at everyone.

Wang Shiquan held back his anger and bowed to the people: "My friends, I don't know what rules I have violated, so I will ask you to come and cause trouble for the New Year?"

"Hehe, Mr. Wang doesn't know what rules he has violated?"

The thin old man who was smoking moved the pipe away from his mouth and glanced at Wang Shiquan, "We can pass on our Chinese boxing skills to our own people, but we must not pass on them to foreign devils! This is the rule set by our ancestors. Haven't Mr. Wang heard of it?"

Wang Shiquan smiled and said, "I know this, but I just passed on their hard skills in the outer school and did not involve martial arts. It should not be considered as breaking the rules of the ancestors. Brother, if you really want to remind me, why don't you give me a reply first and prepare me? You are not very consistent with the rules!"

If a person in the martial arts world really has the act of kicking a restaurant, he usually sends a message in advance, saying that a certain month came to discuss with the masters of your restaurant a few days ago, and almost few people rushed into the martial arts hall to start fighting.

This old man who smoked dry tobacco did not follow the rules and said that Wang Shiquan broke the rules, which was a bit funny.

The old man smoking snorted, "What rules do you have to follow for those who are not in compliance with the rules? I have already greeted my colleagues in San Francisco. Everyone is a little disgusted with your behavior. How can you spread the things of your ancestors casually?"

San Francisco is actually the nickname of San Francisco. When Wang Shiquan heard the old man say that his fellow practitioners didn't like him, he was shocked, "Brother, my small martial arts school is mainly about strengthening my body and never had any conflicts with others. Why were my fellow practitioners in San Francisco alarmed?"

The old man smoking laughed and said, "Your good disciple injured several fellow disciples at the martial arts competition a few days ago. He said that only the Wang family's boxing is very practical, but our families have many kung fu, so it is useless to fight. Your Wang family's boxing is so powerful, so why should we come and learn!"

Wang Shiquan's face changed and he looked at Zeng Xiang beside him, "Zeng Xiang, who went out to cause trouble?"

Zeng Xiang whispered: "It may be Jerry. He said he wanted to participate in a martial arts competition to promote popularity for our martial arts club. Now his phone number is not accessible, so it is probably what he did."

Wang Shiquan nodded and looked at the old man smoking opposite, "Brother, I only know what my apprentice did. When he comes back, I will teach him a good lesson and ask him to serve tea to apologize to a few colleagues. What do you think? Everyone is Chinese, why bother to fight? I'm here to admit my mistake. How about this misunderstanding? How about we end up here?"

Seeing Wang Shiquan talking nonsense with the fucking old man in front of him, Guo Dalu couldn't help but feel a little anxious. With his temperament, he had already punched the old man down and then whipped him upside down in front of the door to vent his anger.

Wang Shiquan is so long-winded, it really doesn't fit his temper.

When the old man smoking saw Wang Shiquan surrender, his expression was even more arrogant, "You admit your mistake? What are you? I have grown up so old, and I have never heard of any Wang family boxing. Hehe, I don't know where the crop style came from, and I want to cheat people of money here."!

Wang Shiquan's eyes suddenly lit up, took a deep breath, reached out to pat the old man smoking on the shoulder, "We two brothers match up!"

Although the old man smoking was arrogant, in fact, he was looking carefully at Wang Shiquan from beginning to end. Now seeing Wang Shiquan reaching out his palm, he immediately knocked his cigarette pouch on his waist, and reached out to grasp the palm of Wang Shiquan's approaching, "You are worthy of working with me..."

"Bang!"

The two of them held each other's palms, and the old man's body suddenly shook, and he couldn't help but flew up in the air. He flipped several somersaults in the air. Finally, he fell on the floor without even humming and fell into a coma on the spot.

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

When he saw the thin old man unconscious on the ground, the seven or eight young people following the old man were all surprised. A middle-aged man in the lead looked at Wang Shiquan, "What's wrong with my master?"

Wang Shiquan was lazy to talk to this junior and said to Guo Dalu: "Dalu, take out the guests for me!"

Guo Dalu was waiting for this sentence. Before Wang Shiquan finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, grabbed the man in a slight manner, and then suddenly shook him, "Go away!"

Before the middle-aged man could struggle, he flew straight out of the martial arts hall and landed on the street.

From the inside of the martial arts hall to the street at the gate, it must be at least ten meters away. The middle-aged man must weigh at least 140 or 50 kilograms, but it is effortless to throw it out on Guo Dalu.

After he threw out one person, he kept reaching out and throwing him away. Before the seven or eight young people in the museum could react, they were already in the air like a row of birds, flying neatly towards the street at the entrance of the martial arts hall, which was indeed a bit like a flying crane.

After Guo Dalu threw all these people out, he clapped his hands and said to Wang Shiquan: "Are you just such a group of wastes dare to come to cause trouble?"

Wang Shiquan sighed: "A family of waste, no matter how much you are, every family can be a waste. I ran away from Feihe Gate today, and I will definitely come back tomorrow to cause trouble. I will be very upset at that time, so I can't open my martial arts school!"

Guo Dalu said: "Aren't these overseas sects? They are nothing, I'll deal with it!"
Chapter completed!