Chapter 124 Subduing Dragon 18 Palms? !

Get up early and rob!

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Soon they reached the boundary, and everyone got out of the car.

Mu Zixiao stood face to face with Master Wang, who was good at washing, cutting and blowing. Mu Zixiao put on a posture and said in a deep voice: "Old man, I'm serious. You still have time to surrender. Don't be beaten into the hospital by me then." gone."

Master Wang casually relaxed his arms and legs, took out a pipe from his pocket and lit it, and said while puffing: "Don't worry, I can really do something to you? You won't take revenge?"

"Just kidding, I haven't acted like that yet." Having said that, Muzi shouted fiercely: "Be careful!"

His yell was earth-shattering, and Hong Dali was shaken by the shock, and then he saw Mu Zixiao punching out, the fist was fast, ruthless and accurate, and then...

Then I saw the thin monkey-like Master Wang clasping Mu Zixiao's fist and flipping up with a "swish", then squatted on Mu Zixiao's shoulder, smoking a cigarette, he took two puffs, and then hehe He smiled and said, "Young man, your speed is still a bit slow..."

There was a sound of jaws dropping all around.

As Hong Dali's exclusive driver, Wang Mingyu is also a master of fighting, but seeing this Master Wang's skill at this time, he couldn't help but praise him, saying: "Amazing! This is a real master!"

Tang Muxin asked in a low voice, "Uncle Wang, can you beat him?"

Wang Mingyu shook his head decisively: "I am not his opponent either."

Tang Muxin heaved a long sigh, this Hong Dali's luck was already close to the sky-defying level. Who would have thought that such an old man would be such a master, even Wang Mingyu, the driver and bodyguard, was no match?

There is a saying that an expert will know if there is one as soon as he strikes, and it will be futile to fight at this point. Mu Zixiao was convinced: "Master, you are really my master! I am convinced, I am convinced!" He couldn't help being dissatisfied, the king just now If the master wanted to, it would be easy to slap him a few times, but if he didn't do it, Mu Zixiao would not be able to chase him down and beat him hard.

Anyway, the strength comparison is obvious, and everyone present knows the outcome.

Master Wang jumped off Mu Zixiao's shoulder lightly, walked in front of Hong Dali with a smile, and scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Master Dali, do you think I'm good at it? Is it possible to work with a thousand yuan?" The old man is still thinking about five thousand yuan a month.

"50,000 a month." Hong Dali raised it tenfold without saying a word, and his eyes were twinkling: "From now on, old man Wang, you will be the martial arts coach for me and these bastards, how about it?"

At this time, it was Mu Zixiao's turn to be anxious, and rushed to the side of old man Wang and hugged his thigh: "Master! You are my own master! I will pay one hundred thousand a month! Teach me kung fu!"

Old man Wang ignored him, kicked him out, and said: "Young man, there must be a first come first, first come first, right? I promised Master Dali, we people in the world can keep our word—— Master Dali, is it true that you said fifty thousand a month?"

"24K pure gold!" Hong Dali said with a smile, "How is it?"

"It's done!" Old man Wang agreed on the spot without saying a word.

Mu Zixiao burst into tears.

Who would have thought that an old man who could hit someone's rearview mirror with a racing car could be a master of martial arts? Why was it too late for me to start?

"I said Lao Xiao,

At this time, Hong Dali couldn't bear it: "You like martial arts so much?" Just now I saw that your move was quite predictable. How long have you been practicing? "

"Ten years, oh." Mu Zixiao sat on the ground and sighed: "At first, I thought my ability was not too bad, and I was confident facing five or six people who hadn't practiced before. The mountain is still as high as the mountain." He also became angry when he said this: "I said, Mr. Wang, you have such high martial arts, why do you bump into other people's rearview mirror? If you are short of money, come to me. I will give you a piece of paper based on your ability." There is no problem with one hundred and eight hundred thousand!"

"What are you talking about, brat?" Old man Wang stretched out his cigarette pouch and slapped Mu Zixiao on the forehead. Mu Zixiao didn't dodge even if he wanted to. I only heard old man Wang say: "These days, learning martial arts is just a matter of strengthening the body. What's the use of being high and low, and it can't be eaten! How can I go out to rob if I am advanced in martial arts? Don't I have to rely on selling some skills?" Spend some money for drinks? Besides, what are you doing learning martial arts? Just to fight outside to see who doesn’t like you and beat someone up?”

"That...that's not..." Mu Zixiao was full of grievances: "I came here to protect myself..."

"You still have the nerve to say it," Old Man Wang curled his lips: "As soon as I got in the car, I felt evil spirits on you. It's the feeling that you always want to find someone to do it after practicing martial arts for a long time. Young people, the ancient martial arts practice It is justifiable for the country to be a hero who eradicates violence and protects the people. Now in a society ruled by law, if you still think that practicing martial arts is to show off your skills, then the starting point is wrong." He said and looked at Hong Dali: "Master Dali, Let me ask you, all my kung fu has been passed on to you, will you learn it or not?"

Hearing old man Wang's words, the people around him were envious. To put it a little bit exaggeratedly, after learning all his skills, he is definitely a modern version of a hero, which is no small matter.

As a result, Hong Dali shook his head decisively without even thinking about it: "I don't want to learn these things. It's my wish to be a prodigal with peace of mind. It's not suitable for me to fight and kill."

Surrounded by moaning and sighing, Shu Mu Zixiao was the most depressed.

He didn't want to learn, but Hong Dali didn't want it if he sent it to his eyes. There was a gap.

Old man Wang shook his head with a smile, and said, "I knew it. In fact, I was willing to follow you only because I liked you—of course, the salary can't be less, hehe." He took another two puffs of cigarettes while talking , said: "Speaking of which, I have lived for so many years to understand martial arts. This thing is good for cultivating one's moral character, and it can be used as a means of health preservation, but it is absolutely impossible to use it as a fierce weapon. .”

Speaking of this, old man Wang walked to a nearby small tree, drew a semicircle with his right hand, and pushed hard, with a "click", the small tree broke on the spot, saying: "I can do some heavy hands, but This thing, alas, except for young master Dali's temperament is okay, other people can't pass it on, once they go astray, they will kill people without blinking an eye..." When he said this, he felt a little lonely that he had lost his knowledge.

No wonder he was so depressed. In this modern society, it is inevitable to have some quarrels with others. The young man was young and energetic, and he started to quarrel with each other, who could bear it?

He was lonely on the other side, but Hong Dali was stunned and blurted out a sentence: "Damn it, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?! Are you always Hong Qigong?!"