After Guo Dalu handed out a message to the overseas Tongmenghui, he waited for a long time without responding. He was so lazy that he waited again and knocked out the guard who was not allowed to enter. He flashed a few times and arrived in the hall of Tongmenghui.

As soon as he entered the hall, he heard a tall and thin old man saying that he wanted to see him. Guo Dalu was overjoyed, "Old man, I am Guo Dalu!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and took a step forward, and had already crossed five or six meters away. He instantly arrived in front of Hai Qingchi, swung his fist and used an oil hammer to penetrate the top of Hai Qingchi, and suddenly tamped it on the top of Hai Qingchi's head, "Check me a hammer!"

Guo Dalu's fist was almost the size of a casserole. Under this punch, it almost had the power to urge the city to collapse. When he raised his fist, the entire hall was shocked.

Before Hai Qingchi could react, Guo Dalu's fist had already reached his top door.

Seeing that Guo Dalu's punch was powerful and he couldn't handle it no matter how hard he could dodge it, even if he couldn't dodge, Hai Qingchi could only close his eyes and wait for death, "I'm probably going to be beaten to death after this punch!"

Just as he was closing his eyes and waiting to die, he heard Guo Dalu exclaim, "Damn, can't even hide in a single move? It's too weak!" Then his neck tightened, his whole body flew up in the air, and when he opened his eyes, he had already arrived outside the hall.

He rolled a few times outside the hall, and after he turned over and stood up, he heard a noise in the hall.

Since Guo Dalu appeared in the hall and then when he pinched Hai Qingchi and threw it out of the hall, it only took only one breath.

But in just a short breath, as one of the nine elders of the thirty-six sects overseas, Hai Qingchi, the leader of the Golden Dragon Sect, was thrown out of the hall like a sack by Guo Dalu, and he had no power to fight back.

Everyone was shocked at this moment, and the courtyard was in an uproar.

The eight elders present stood up at the same time, showing a shocked look on their faces.

Song Qingshan's heart was thumping, and he looked at each other with the other elders, and saw the horror on each other's faces.

Among the nine elders, Song Qingshan, as the great elder, naturally had to come forward first. Although he was shocked, he had to bite the bullet and walk to Guo Dalu, "This friend, are you Guo Dalu? The greeting you just now was sent by you?"

Guo Dalu originally thought that the so-called thirty-six overseas sect leaders could make a fortune in the entire Western world, and that must be someone with real skills. Unexpectedly, he was so vulnerable and couldn't help but be disappointed.

At this time, when Song Qingshan asked, nodded, "Yes, I am Guo Dalu! As the saying goes, punch someone, guard against someone, since you kick the club in front, don't blame me for hitting someone behind."

He looked at Song Qingshan and said, "There are nine elders in the overseas Tongmenghui. If you sit in the middle, it must be the great elder Song Qingshan. I ask you, why did you instruct the disciples of Feihe Sect to go to the Wangjia Martial Arts Hall to kick the hall?"

Song Qingshan looked at Liu Qingong who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him and said to Guo Dalu. "This time, kicking the house was a misunderstanding. We originally gave a letter to your house according to the rules and then talked about the foreign tribes of Wu. However, Feihemen was a little reckless in his behavior, and actually changed the worship to kick the house. This was not our original intention."

He said this and asked Guo Dalu: "Mr. Guo, why did Mr. Wang Shiquan, the owner of the Wang Family Martial Arts Hall, not come, but instead asked you, a person from another surname, to come to my Tongmenghui to pay a visit?"

Guo Dalu said: "He is too lazy to pay attention to these messy things, so I will leave this matter to me to deal with! I wondered, they are all in their sixties and seventies, and they teach boxing and apprentices on weekdays, but they just play around with it. What's wrong with you? An old man, who has provoked him? Why are you, a group of trash people, coming to the door to show off their might?"

Song Qingshan's face darkened, "Mr. Guo, the rules of our ancestors cannot be broken! Since Wang Shiquan dared to take the blame for the world and pass on the ancient Chinese martial arts to foreign foreign devils, we cannot ignore this matter!"

Guo Dalu looked up at the sky, "Do not care about your bird's affairs!"

Song Qingshan was furious, "Mr. Guo, it seems that you agree with Mr. Wang Shiquan's approach? As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he actually spread the foreign tribes of Wu and ignored the laws of his ancestors?"

Guo Dalu sneered: "Teaching some fighting skills and ways to exert force is called "transmitting skills to foreigners"? This skill is not bad enough! As far as I know, you thirty-six sects have opened many martial arts schools, including foreign apprentices, and even Japanese apprentices. How do you explain this?"

Song Qingshan was speechless and could not answer for a moment.

Zhang Tianyou next to him shouted, "What are you talking about? Everyone in the martial arts world has seen the truth on their fists and feet. Since you are here today, don't try to go out as soon as possible!"

Guo Dalu glanced at Zhang Tianyou and suddenly smiled and said, "Depending on your body shape, are you from the Zhang family? What does Zhang Tianxiang have to do with you?"

Zhang Tianyou said: "Do you know my cousin?"

Guo Dalu laughed: "Zhang Tianxiang's family's wrestling skills are considered a master of martial arts. Ten years ago, he was able to walk ten moves under my hands, but now he probably can't stop it. You are inherited overseas. Compared with the ancient Chinese martial arts, there should be more changes. I am very curious about your ability!"

When he said this, his body shook and had already arrived in front of Zhang Tianyou, "Check me a hammer!"

Just like his move to attack Hai Qingchi just now, Guo Dalu still raised his fist and tamped it on Zhang Tianyou's head.

Zhang Tianyou had seen his moves to attack Hai Qingchi before. At this time, he saw that Guo Dalu still had the same move. He suddenly bowed his waist and collapsed, rushed forward quickly, holding Guo Dalu's waist with both hands, and rolled forward quickly like a half-filled water tank, with extremely fast speed.

The Zhang family in Dong Lu is famous for their wrestling skills. As long as ordinary martial arts figures are captured by them, it will be extremely difficult for the enemy to escape.

Zhang Tianyou had this idea. As long as he could hold Guo Dalu's waist, the fist that Guo Dalu hit his forehead would naturally dissipate and break without breaking it.

But although he thought it was good, he was facing Guo Dalu.

Before his arms touched Guo Dalu's waist, his back suddenly shook, and Guo Dalu's fist had already landed on his back.

At this moment, Zhang Tianyou felt like he was suppressed by Mount Tai. He suddenly fell on his horse and fell to the ground. The tiles on the ground were smashed into pieces. He didn't even hum and fell into a coma on the spot.

Guo Dalu exclaimed, "If you can take me a punch and don't vomit blood, the Zhang family's wrestling is indeed a bit tricky! Zhang Tianxiang was not as good as you ten years ago! Great!"

After he punched Zhang Tianyou, he turned to Song Qingshan, "Elder Song, stop being too lazy. I'm here to take revenge today. You guys come together!"

Seeing that he was taking action like thunder, neither Hai Qingchi of the Golden Dragon Gang nor Zhang Tianyou of the Zhang family could take him a move, she suddenly felt timid, "Guo Dalu, what do you want?"

Guo Dalu said: "Dry bird feather! It's not what I want, but what do you want? Only state officials are allowed to prevent fire, and people are not allowed to light lamps. What's the point? I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of the Central Plains martial arts world this time!"

He glanced at the hall, "It is a pleasure to be able to make friends with martial arts overseas. I don't believe there are no masters here! You guys alone can never gain a foothold overseas!"

"Huh? This bald man is quite interesting!"

He looked at a monk in green who was sitting next to the nine elders, "Are you a subordinate of Shaolin?"

The monk sitting at the edge was fat and fat, like Maitreya Buddha, with a fat head and big ears, a smile on his face, and was extremely friendly.

When he saw Guo Dalu looking at him, he hurriedly folded his hands together and bowed, "Amitabha! Mr. Guo, why do you have to be a common witness with us? This is because we are reckless in our behavior. If we know that Mr. Wang is actually related to the Guo family, we dare not disrespect Mr. Wang no matter what we say!"

Guo Dalu said: "Do you know me?"

The fat monk took out a cell phone, "I just sent a WeChat message to the abbot's senior brother, and then I realized that Mr. Guo was the iron fist cannon that challenged Baijia a few years ago and was powerful in the martial arts world for no failure."

He smiled at Guo Dalu and said, "Mr. Guo, the so-called ignorant is not a mistake. This time it is our fault. If you want to be beaten and punished, it depends on you to deal with it. Even if you kill me, the old monk has no complaints!"

When Song Qingshan and others saw the fat monk taking out their cell phone, they felt ashamed, "Why didn't the fucking idea of ​​this method? Although this monk Huizhu is as fat as a pig, his brain is very flexible!"

These old guys rarely go online, let alone WeChat, they rarely contact computers and can't send messages on their mobile phones. For a moment, they never thought of making phone calls and sending text messages to the Central Plains Martial Arts.
Chapter completed!