Brother Yi looked at Muzishan. He didn't say a word, but no one around him dared to speak. These people even stopped breathing a little.
At this time, the door was opened again, and a beautiful figure of Pingping Tingting came in and stood behind Brother Yi. The woman who walked in was Cheng Lin. She had been in the dungeon for so long, and all the beautiful things were covered with dust. Now, Muzishan looked at Sister Lin carefully. She had almost no makeup on, and was wearing a well-fitting cheongsam. A vivid fire phoenix was embroidered on one side of the cheongsam. Under the support of the clothes, she had a petite figure and a curvy figure, which made her look just fine. She is as young as a peach and plum, with crystal clear skin, a pair of phoenix eyes as charming as silk, and a small pointed beak nose that is delicate and noble. An exquisite jasper hairpin casually tied her long hair behind her head, adding to her charming look.
At this time, the male dragon skill in Muzishan's body began to operate on its own, smelling the faint fragrance of daughter, admiring this peerless beauty. A stream of heat slowly flows from the Dantian in the lower abdomen to the whole body. This is not because he has evil thoughts, it is a bit like a big table full of people. Mu Zishan only needs to take a look, smell and appreciate it, and then he will be full.
Sister Lin opened her mouth slightly and said softly to Brother Yi, "This is Mu Zishan who saved me. If it weren't for Ah Shan, I'm afraid..." As she spoke, Sister Lin actually cried softly. stand up.
At this moment, Muzishan had no way of telling how real or fake Sister Lin's tears were. Maybe he was jealous in front of Brother Yi because he admired himself, or maybe he really showed his true feelings after being wronged in the dungeon. But none of this matters. It's really a feast for the eyes to see one of the countless beauties in the world acting so sultry and charming.
Brother Yi's expression did not change, and he still looked at Muzishan lightly. At this moment, Sister Lin also put away her tears and fell silent. A smart woman knows when to say enough and when to shut up.
After a while, a magnetic and powerful bass filled the hall.
"Azu, stand up."
At this time, a man with an expressionless and stern face stood up. This man was 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body, and the fleshy lumps made his gown bulge.
Azu walked to Brother Yi, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and waited for instructions without saying a word.
"Arlene was kidnapped in your hands, yes or no."
"yes"
"Although Arlene did not officially join the Hong Gang, she has worked hard for the gang over the years and is my right-hand man. She almost failed to come back, but you came back almost unscathed. According to the gang rules, what should you do? .”
At this time, beads of sweat began to ooze out of Azu's forehead.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Brother Yi shouted to the crowd again, "Uncle Tea."
A skinny old man holding a folding fan came out in response. He cupped his fists and saluted Brother Yi and then said to everyone, "Abandoning brothers, a small punishment will require three swords and six eyes, bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and a big punishment will require tying oneself and committing suicide."
Mu Zishan understood the meaning of these words. It depends on how Brother Yi decided that if he was just greedy for life and afraid of death and abandoned his own people, then the three swords and six eyes would still have a chance to survive, otherwise there would be only death.
At this time, Brother Yi said to Azu with a hint of contempt on his face, "Now I'll give you a chance." Then he pointed at Mu Zishan and said, "Kill him and the previous affairs will be wiped out."
Cheng Lin frowned when she heard this, but she resisted interrupting.
Azu's originally lifeless eyes were now filled with hope. Then he looked at Muzishan with cruel, murderous and contemptuous eyes.
The people around now formed a circle and gave up their seats in the middle of the hall to the two of them.
Muzishan's heart was at a standstill at this time, with almost no thoughts. Whoever gives you a few knives for a month if they have nothing to do, and if someone cuts your flesh with a knife every day, your mood will become completely calm.
The weapon rack was put up, and Azu stepped forward and picked a Shaolin long stick. He did not choose a more lethal weapon. It seemed that Azu had some experience in using sticks.
Muzishan doesn't know how to use weapons. Strictly speaking, he has no moves or styles. He is like an uncarved rough stone. He can't even fight in front of a master. Looking left and right, none of the weapons were handy. He casually picked up a short stick about three feet long. It was still too long for him. The fingertips of his right hand lightly rubbed the stick, and it broke into pieces. Two sections. He picked up a broken stick that was about one foot long and waved it in his hand. He felt it was quite handy and walked straight to the middle of the hall.
His casual behavior scared many people present, most of whom were knowledgeable. This method of easily cutting through a wooden stick by placing the mobile phone outward cannot be practiced without twenty years of hard work. But how old is this child? He must be fifteen or sixteen years old at most. At this time, everyone began to look squarely at the young man named Mu.
The two sides clasped their fists and saluted, without exchanging greetings and only making eye contact. Azu took the lead and took action. His stick was like a dragon, moving left and right, forward and backward, pushing four sticks in an instant. Muzishan did not move his hands, and seemed to be dodging left and right in a panic. He was not hiding his clumsiness, nor did he have this opportunity to hide the opponent's stick. It came too quickly. No matter how fast a person's movements are, they are still not as light as a weapon in the hands of a true master.
Azu saw that his initial move was not successful, so he moved the stick in his hand forward and backward again, two sticks at the top and bottom, and then rotated the stick around his waist, taking advantage of the momentum to get closer. Azu, who was originally an inch taller and stronger with a long stick, didn't have to rush to get close, but he could also see that the young man's steps and movements were very strange. Decide to take risks and win quickly.
After Azu got closer, the stick spun around again, forcing Muzishan half of his body away. The vanguard held a short section of the stick, lifted it from bottom to top, and pointed the tip of the stick directly at Muzishan's throat.
It seemed that there was no way to avoid the stick, but Mu Zishan suddenly exerted force on his toes. The man flew backwards into the air. The human body has no support in the air, but he exerted strength on his waist, lightly stepped on his right leg with his left foot, flew behind Azu out of thin air, raised the stick and poked his Fengzhen point. Just tap and close.
At this time, others were already stunned by Mu Zishan's method. They had almost never seen or heard of someone being able to make such an action in the air, as if he were just like a bird.
If it were a competition, Azu would be considered a loser if someone hit his acupoints and they were merciful. Everyone's eyes turned to Brother Yi at this time. Seeing that Brother Yi showed no sign, Azu's lips slightly curled up and he continued to attack.
Azu took a step back, swept the tree roots with his stick, and attacked the lower third path of Muzi Mountain. He swept two sticks, took one step further, and pushed one stick. The clever and solid stick skills completely sealed Mu Zishan's body skills. Muzishan was already staggering a little and almost fell.
Azu gained the upper hand and used his stick further, and his dance became more and more fierce. He pushed the stick two more times, took two steps forward, and the powerful and heavy handle of the stick hit Mu Zishan's knees.
Mu Zishan frowned at this time. If the force of this stick was hit, he would never be able to walk on his legs again in his life. This is to destroy yourself. Muzishan is not a saint. If others are serious, then he has nothing to be polite about. With a slight lift of his body, he moved over the stick that was hitting him, and with his right hand, he hit Azu's head with a backhand. This stick was neither a move nor a trick. It was just fast, accurate, and ruthless. Azu's head was blown open with one blow.
Azu was staggered by a stick and blood splattered on his head, but he did not fall down. Muzishan knew that his opponent's stick skills were very powerful, and he didn't want to get into any more trouble. If the fight continued like this, he would definitely die when his opponent became familiar with his movements. So he showed no mercy and struck again. Azu was shaken twice more but still didn't fall down. When Muzishan saw this, he just raised the third stick. Brother Yi's voice came over.
"That's enough, the outcome has been decided."
At this time, Azu closed his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.
At this moment, there was a burst of noise from the surrounding crowd.
Brother Yi stood up and walked to Muzishan, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Muzishan, you are very good. Do you know, what you just defeated was the double red stick in the gang. From now on, you are The new double-flowered red stick in the Hong Gang."
At this time, Uncle Cha ran over and explained to Muzishan, "Honghuan is the title of the most capable brother in the gang, and Shuanghuahongguan is the leader among them. According to the rules of the Hong Gang, the leader must have served as Shuanghuahongguan." , Brother Yi praises you so much, why don't you kneel down and thank Brother Yi.
The little old man's words were originally meant to give the young man a boost. He thought that after hearing this, the young man would immediately feel deeply grateful, bow his head with tears and runny nose, and bow. But what he saw next made his eyes almost fall to the ground.
Muzishan took a step back, gave Brother Yi a fist salute, and said slowly word by word
"Brother Yi, I'm sorry, I'm not qualified for the double-flowered red stick."
