Chapter 70

Midnight, the mid moon.

When everything was quiet, suddenly a night wind blew from the river, and the reeds swayed and clattered. At one moment, with a "Ga", the exhausted wild ducks flew up, and a black shadow flew away in the bright white moonlight.

Not far from the river, the homesick Pavilion.

In the long deserted Pavilion, now there are a group of new guests - Dao ye, the core gang of the long Dao club, and the owner of the Zhou Hall of Longwei boxing hall.

Lin Hao is there too!

As a person who is not believed, his sense of existence is very low.

He stood alone with his hands on the railing of the pavilion and quietly watched the golden scale leaping waves and the river flowing eastward.

The scene was very quiet. Some people talked and laughed earlier. Now, as time approached, the atmosphere became serious and silent.

At one moment, someone finally couldn't help complaining: "what time is it, why don't you come?"

It's Zhu Tao!

Lord Zhou of Longwei boxing hall sits down as the chief disciple, and his strength is at its peak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a younger martial brother next to him immediately smiled, "that's not easy. I don't think they dare to come!"

"That's right. Seeing that the master and the old man have made a move, where does Zhang Biao dare to come?"

"Brother Biao, you dare to cross in ordinary people. When you meet an internal strength master like master, you don't dare to show your face!"

“……”

More and more people boasted, and the sound of laughing quickly relaxed the serious scene.

At the beginning, the people of Longwei boxing hall boasted. Slowly, the long Dao club was believed by everyone, and even the master Dao had a smile on his face.

The owner of the hall of Zhou didn't say much either. He just laughed loudly from time to time and spoke modestly occasionally.

"Ignorant people..."

Lin Hao shook his head, laughing in his heart.

He didn't speak, because no one would believe it, and it might cause a burst of verbal and written criticism.

But even so, seeing him shaking his head, someone still took the opportunity to laugh at him.

In this way, the atmosphere was very happy, as if the opponent had dared not come. The battle had been won without a battle, and the long knife club had also defeated batian club to unify the underground world of Liucheng.

But before long, a light came from a distance, and then I heard the sound of the car engine.

The sound is getting louder and louder. It stops at a moment. Within a long time, the sound of footsteps is approaching.

"Bully!"

"Zhang Biao!"

"Batian meeting!"

When they saw the first few people, their hearts clicked, and the scene suddenly became unprecedented quiet.

coming!

The head of Zhou hall, he Zhiwei, still failed to make Zhang Biao run away. After all, he still led the people of batian club to the appointment!

It was quiet.

In full view of the public, Wang Tianba, Zhang Biao and others entered the Sigui Pavilion.

Lin Hao is still calm!

He seemed to exist in another independent world and had no response to the situation here.

The outside world seems to have completely forgotten him, and no one cares about his existence at all.

That's it, Liucheng gangster pair up.

The Sigui Pavilion, once used to send off and send a message to friends who left, has become a battlefield for the black and evil forces. I'm afraid that the historical celebrity never dreamed of it.

Seeing the two sides sitting face to face, Ning Shanshan and others who watched through the telescope not far away also became nervous involuntarily.

At this time, a leaf boat floated on the river. Two people on the boat were fishing quietly. The river flowed and the boat didn't move.

Looking at each other makes the atmosphere in the pavilion tense!

No one spoke first until a river wind blew and Zhu Tao stepped out with a laugh.

"Who is Zhang Biao?"

Pointing opposite, crazy.

Master Dao didn't say anything about this. The owner of the hall nodded slightly and smiled.

The other side was angry. The young man took a step forward and said coldly, "what are you, and dare to call us brother Biao's name?"

It's cold. The protagonist hasn't appeared yet. There's a full smell of gunsmoke on the stage.

Zhu Tao was so easily angered that he looked at the young man with his head held high and sneered: "what are you? My name is Zhang Biao. Do you disagree?"

Between words, take another step forward.

The young man didn't give in, sneered and said, "some people really don't know the greatness of heaven and earth. Since you have to know your life and death, I don't mind giving you a ride."

After talking, he turned and arched his hand and said, "Lord Ba, brother Biao, fight with an iron hand!"

The voice is loud and bloody.

Zhang Biao was noncommittal. One armed bully smiled and nodded: "go, go early and return early. Brothers are waiting to celebrate for you!"

The iron hand took command, gave Zhu Tao a cold look and took the lead in coming out of the pavilion.

Zhu Tao snorted coldly and was about to keep up with him. Suddenly, master Dao said with a smile: "brother Zhu, be careful. This iron hand is not an ordinary person. It was originally the number one thug of batian society. He has an iron sand palm to split stones and break jade. His attainments are not shallow."

In a few simple words, it will lift the iron hand's old bottom.

Hearing the speech, the bully on the other side snorted coldly, but he didn't say anything.

Knowing that master Dao meant well, Zhu Tao was not too arrogant. After thanking him, he came to the pavilion with confidence.

Outside the pavilion is a relatively open site. In addition to some potholes on the ground, the weeds and even stones on it have already been cleaned up.

At present, with the new moon at the head, Zhu Tao and his iron hand stand face-to-face in the center of the field.

After a "please", Zhu Tao took the lead.

The iron hand didn't have so many rules. He twisted his neck. In a burst of clicking sound, his fists and fingers suddenly opened and rushed forward in a claw shape.

Zhu Tao smiled, "come on", and stepped up quickly.

Seeing that they were so decisive, they called on them. The pavilion was very quiet, and all their eyes were watching them on the field.

In the distance, a group of policemen looked tense!

Ning Shanshan asked dryly, "who do you say will win?"

Zhang Yong swallowed his saliva. "I think it's an iron hand. He has been famous for many years. It's said that an iron sand palm is quite ferocious and can tear an ox in half with his bare hands!"

Another policeman said, "not necessarily. Look, the guy named Zhu Tao is not weak. According to the information, he has participated in unrestricted fighting competitions and defeated many famous experts."

Opinions vary and there is no consensus.

During the debate here, the boat on the river.

Wang Zhen asked, "Captain, who do you think will win this war?"

Tang Jianmu didn't squint. He quietly looked at the river and said faintly, "whoever loses or wins has nothing to do with me. I just want to see why that man is liked by Qingcheng and whether he is qualified to be my opponent!"

With a Shua, the fishing rod was raised fiercely, and a silver thread brought up a string of bright drops of water.

"Unfortunately, the fish ran away!"

The fish hook was empty. Tang Jian frowned. He was very dissatisfied. He couldn't say why. He was very upset now.

At this time, the battle between Zhu Tao on the shore and the iron hand has become white hot