Zhou Wenqiang was very surprised.

Except for Wanglaoji's medicinal wine still staying in the system space, Wanglaoji's herbal tea recipe and twenty years of street fighting experience were directly integrated into his mind. The former is not available to this world. Any fool can know that it is a powerful tool for making money in the future, while the latter is even more practical.

Various street fighting experiences were instantly turned into their own use. In conjunction with Zhou Wenqiang's physical fitness that was far beyond ordinary people last year, he is now a street war god, such as fighting boys and double flower red sticks, and he doesn't take them seriously.

Moreover, this is the experience that Wanglaoji has learned in countless battles in life and death. Compared with the martial arts inheritance of those famous and upright schools, it is obviously more practical, both good and evil, and can fight or suffer.

Especially with the first-hand brick flying technique, it will become a "little Zhou Fei brick flying, and it is the best time to do it". If you add another 38 points, Zhou Wenqiang feels that he can walk around the Hong Kong Island world!

When looking at Wanglaoji again, Zhou Wenqiang's eyes were full of burning heat and he felt itchy.

"Well......"

Wang Laoji burped and looked at Zhou Wenqiang with some vigilance. He always felt that the Zhou brother's eyes were a little bad, as if he was going to shoot his black brick.

Even Lei Luo felt something was wrong. A Qiang was fine just now, why did he look at Wang Laoji a little fiercely now?

"Brother Zhou, I, Wanglaoji, are a rough man. Is the food and food bad, and you are dissatisfied?

If you pounce on your mother, the chef must have been lazy today. I said why did you taste wrong?”

The chef can die unjustly, it is like flying snow in June.

"Brother Lao Ji misunderstood. I am very satisfied with the wine and food.

However, when I heard Brother Ji talk about his glorious deeds just now, I yearn for it very much, and my hands were a little itchy..."

Since he came to this world, Zhou Wenqiang has not encountered a real master. Now he has gained Wanglaoji's twenty years of experience in street fighting, and has been unconsciously influenced by Wanglaoji's aggressive personality. How can he bear it?

No matter how delicious wine or food is, it is more satisfying to fight with Wanglaoji.

What's more, in the system interface, his skills have already been added: Street Fight Master, which can be upgraded, and his experience progress is 0/5000.

According to the system instructions, to upgrade this skill, you need to frequently compete with experts to obtain special upgraded skill points.

So no matter what, he will fight Wanglaoji today.

"Well."

Wang Laoji was stunned again, thinking that if you yearn for it, why did you yearn for it?

I suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Brother Lao Ji, I usually love fighting skills. When I was in the police school, I was the first in the fight. Unfortunately, there were no masters like Brother Lao Ji, including the instructor!

Today, with the intention of drinking, I want to ask Brother Lao Ji for advice and fight!"

"What, you want to challenge me?"

Wang Laoji was stunned. He valued Zhou Wenqiang as a young man and was responsible, and he was ruthless enough to take action. He was a man, but he didn't think Zhou Wenqiang would be his opponent.

When Zhou Wen raped Liu He, he did show some strength, but in his opinion, he was only able to barely slap the strength of the Red Stick, which was still very far away from him.

After all, I am young. I don’t know if the sky is so high that I drink two taels of wine?

It seems that I, Wanglaoji, want to help this little brother sober, so as not to suffer a great loss in the future.

The tenth brother who was sitting with him was waiting for several Chaozhou Gang's red sticks and straw sandals were also looking at Zhou Wenqiang in shock, and secretly admired him. This Zhou Sir is indeed very courageous. I guess he has the ability to bear the beating?

Lei Luo quietly pulled the corner of Zhou Wenqiang's clothes next time and lowered his voice and said, "Aqiang, are you crazy?

Although you are very strong, that's Wanglaoji, the iron fist is invincible Wanglaoji! You will be beaten..."

Zhou Wenqiang didn't seem to hear Lei Luo's words, so he stood up and folded his fists: "Brother Lao Ji, it's not a challenge, it's a competition between friends, how about it?"

Wang Laoji laughed and stood up and said, "Okay, okay, I haven't seen a young man as brave as Brother Zhou for a long time. It's not convenient to do it here, let's go to the rooftop!"

Hong Kong Island has few land and many people, and every inch of land is valuable. Even in this era, the development of rooftops has become a major feature of Hong Kong Island.

The rooftop of the Tang Dynasty building of Wanglaoji has also been well decorated. There are cement guardrails on all sides, various flowers and plants, stone tables and benches, and an open space of more than a thousand feet is surrounded by fine sand, which can reduce the damage caused by falling.

Wanglaoji changed into loose training clothes, while Zhou Wenqiang took off his short windbreaker and wore a shirt and overalls, both of which were clean and neat. The two of them met each other from afar, holding their fists and saluting.

Brother Ten was waiting for the red sticks, straw sandals and Lei Luo stood around this small competition venue to watch.

Brother Ten and others were betting whether Zhou Wenqiang could support three moves under Wanglaoji, while Lei Luo was considering whether to rush out to stop this "dangerous" competition when Zhou Wenqiang was in danger.

Wanglaoji's reputation is too famous, and he is invincible in the fight against Hong Kong and Kowloon. No one will be optimistic about Zhou Wenqiang.

"Brother Zhou, please, I'll give you three moves first!"

"Then I'm not polite, Brother Ji, look at the fist!"

boom!

Zhou Wenqiang suddenly activated, his body was like a cannonball with an acceleration to the limit. After speaking, the person had arrived in front of Wanglaoji, and countless fine sand was wading behind him, as if a yellow dragon had been wrapped.

Without any flower slings, he punched directly at Wanglaoji's face.

Hit someone, specializes in the face!

Wanglaoji's pupils were wide open.

Punish your mother, this guy has hidden his own privately before!

The punch of your own, regardless of speed, strength, or angle, is at least three times stronger than when you hit Liu He.

Twenty years of experience in street fighting naturally also includes various skills to exert force, and Zhou Wenqiang has truly demonstrated his strong physical fitness.

The fist wind pressed on Wanglaoji's face, like a wind knife from the cold north, making him breathe a little uncomfortable.

Originally, Wanglaoji wanted to "get" Zhou Wenqiang's three moves by dodging or using various power-release techniques, and then find an opportunity to throw this kid into a big party and end the competition. Now it seems that it is impossible to pounce on his mother.

How dare you keep your strength? Wang Laoji roared, and his iron fist fist went out of nowhere, and he fisted Zhou Wenqiang!

One punch, two punches...ten punches!

The two of them fisted ten times in a row in an instant, and their speed was so fast that they brought out a phantom!

No one can interfere in the move, let alone the You Dou.

Because the other party is too fast, if you have a little bit of care, you will have to be beaten!

"Bang bang bang!"

After ten punches, the two of them took a step back, changed their breathing, and then looked at each other with a fierce look, turning into two gray shadows and rushing towards each other. In an instant, they exchanged hundreds of moves like a lantern, and they couldn't stand it for a moment!
Chapter completed!