"Five hundred stakes? Damn, I won't make five hundred stakes in my life. I would have known that I would have gone to practice martial arts."

"If you don't talk about five hundred coins, you can earn one hundred coins, and I will make a fortune."

"I don't know who will have such good luck to earn these 500 trump cards."

"Damn it, who has such a big deal, can't it be fake, right? Are you fooling people?"

"Fake it? Didn't you see it? The world's number one martial arts association, did you see it? How can you make a fake? If you earn five hundred jin of money, you will be the world's number one martial arts master."

"Awesome..."

In front of the bulletin board, there was a crowd of people. There was an old man bearded with tattoos in the crowd. He nodded repeatedly, smiled slightly, and said, "This kid Gan, you can play! He also played the world's number one martial arts, which is interesting."

Not far from the bulletin board, there is a teahouse. There is an old man named Mo Fei talking about a book, talking about Sun Quan's Red Cliff Battle with Cao Cao.

At this moment, the Bianliang navy suddenly was operating.

But one person said, "Brother, do you know? The world's number one martial arts association came to a Shaanxi master and said that there was no one in Bianliang, and he wanted to beat all the masters of Bianliang to look for teeth and kneel down and beg for mercy."

When another person at the same table heard this, his voice was as high as octaves: "What? It's so unreasonable, and there's still this? My Bianliang is the central part of the Song Dynasty, a place where heroes gather, where the hidden dragons and creeping tigers are located. Where can Shaanxi people dare to underestimate me, the heroes of Bianliang so much?"

This line is probably specially designed, perhaps it was designed by Gan Qi. The words and phrases were carefully considered by Gan Qi.

"Who said no? Just talk about the Tokyo Imperial Army, which has more than 100,000 yuan, and there are many experts in it. It is a Shaanxi native. Let's see how capable he is and how many people he can beat."

"Even if a foreigner dares to brag about it, then brothers will go and see how he was beaten by my Bianliang hero and look for his teeth, and see how he has the face to meet people."

As he was talking, someone suddenly asked at the table next door: "Is there really such a arrogant person in this world?"

"Yes, why don't you? I heard it in person, brother, otherwise how could I be so angry?"

The person at the table next door was angry and asked, "What is this person's name? He is so arrogant."

"It seems that he is called Zhou Tong, who is said to be a native of Tongguan, Huazhou, Shaanxi Province. He is not old. At that time, you must see with your own eyes how he was taught a lesson by my heroes in Bianliang."

"Zhou Tong, you're really a big tone."

The few people were filled with righteous indignation, and the voice of the old man who was telling the story in front of them was covered up.

The old man stopped, took a sip of tea, and everyone was filled with indignation.

After everyone's discussion ended, two people who raised the topic went to the door. The old storyteller hurriedly caught up with him and asked, "You two, please stay. I want to ask, do you know where the Shaanxi Zhou Tong came from?"

The two of them looked at the storyteller, and a smarter man nodded quickly and said, "Of course I know. I heard that he is a hero from the rivers and lakes in Shaanxi. He has a pair of iron arms and is invincible in all Shaanxi, so he came to the capital to meet the masters of Bianliang for a while. He is extremely arrogant."

The old man nodded and said, "Thank you, thank you."

The two of them went out of the door with satisfaction, and then went to another teahouse, and followed the lines again.

The old storyteller in front of him returned to the teahouse, slapped her eye and said: "Today I will tell you the story of the Shaanxi hero Zhou Tong. I said that Zhou Tong was born in Tongguan. He has been a martial arts student since elementary school and has become a famous family. When he was thirteen, he met a strong man on the road to rob the road..."

In the afternoon, Zhou Tong, who was not sure that he was about to be famous in the capital, was sitting at the entrance of his elder brother Caifang while basking in the sun. A few children from neighbors were surrounded by them. Zhou Tong was teasing and playing with a few children.

Suddenly, a few men arrived in front of the door and one shouted loudly: "Which is the hero of Shaanxi, the iron-armed Zhou Tong? Come out for me."

Zhou Tong was stunned. The hero of Shaanxi? Iron Arm? Zhou Tong seemed to think that this person should not be looking for him.

He heard someone shouting again: "Zhou Tong, come out for me and swear to the air, don't dare to see anyone, right?"

Zhou Tong was only sure that the person who came was calling him, so he stood up and bowed: "Next Zhou Tong."

"You are Zhou Tong from Tongguan, Huazhou, Shaanxi?"

"It's just that I wonder what the hell are there for you?" Zhou Tong seemed to be confused, wondering why these people were so indignant.

"It's easy to find me. I finally found you. Let's take action."

Zhou Tong was still confused and asked, "I don't know where I offended me?"

The man no longer cared about it, raised his fist and said, "How dare I bully me, no one in Bianliang? Today I can teach you how powerful it is."

Zhou Tong looked back at the second floor with a puzzled look. On the window on the second floor, Gan Qi was looking at the scene downstairs with a smile on his face.

"Bang" an old punch hit Zhou Tong's shoulder.

Zhou Tong turned around and subconsciously fisted.

Looking at the scene again, the person who punched his chest and abdomen with one hand and his nose with the other, and there was another word in his mouth: "So amazing."

Zhou Tong looked back at Gan Qi on the second floor, looking confused.

But someone shouted in front of him: "I'll meet you!"

The speaker set his posture and began to turn around Zhou Tong with caution.

Fortunately, Gan Qi had already walked down from the second floor and came out, saying, "Good men, the hero Zhou Tong of Shaanxi will not take action again today. When the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting begins, we will meet all the heroes of Bianliang again."

Zhou Tong heard this for no reason and waved his hands repeatedly: "I won't beat you anymore, I won't beat you anymore."

"If you defeat my brother, how can you say you don't fight?" said the man who was circling around Zhou Tong.

Gan Qi said again: "It is unfair to take turns to play. I am so convinced that you will be able to see the high and low on the arena in the future. The world's No. 1 martial arts meeting is about to begin. You can sign up for about south, and there are no fees. After the next day, you will compete with each other, and then there will be many people to witness it. Wouldn't it be better?"

The man who was circling around Zhou Tong stopped, looked south, and asked, "What is the world's number one martial arts association? Registration is really worthless?"

"No money is taken," Gan Qi replied.

"Okay, Zhou Tong, see you and I on the ring." After the man said, he clasped his fists left and right, and headed towards the sumo field.

Just as the man left, someone shouted, "Who is the hero of Shaanxi, Zhou Tong, the iron-armed man, come out and see him."

Gan Qi stepped forward and had another verbal conversation. There were another contestant in the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting.

Zhou Tong, who was confused, asked Gan Qi: "Brother, what's going on?"

Gan Qi smiled awkwardly, patted Zhou Tong on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, it's just that I've spread some reputation to you. It's no problem to be famous in Bianliang."

Zhou Tong nodded blankly when he heard this: "Brother, the nickname of Tiebang is quite nice, but the heroes of Shaanxi dare not be."

"How dare you take it, how can you not be the hero of Shaanxi? You are the hero of Shaanxi. I said you are, you are." Gan Qi said. Zhou Tong had the title of the hero of Shaanxi in history.

Zhou Tong still waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother, I am ashamed of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused

Suddenly, someone came over and shouted: "Who is the hero of Shaanxi, the iron arm Zhou Tong, and the iron legs of Bianliang come for a while."

Zhou Tong smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, what reputation did you give me?"

Gan Qi laughed awkwardly: "A good reputation is of course a good reputation."

Zhou Tong seemed to be dissatisfied with a suspicion: "I don't think I have a good reputation. Brother, you won't sell me, right?"
Chapter completed!