God-level wealthy son-in-law

Artest roared, a surge of anger, or unwillingness to pour out, it was this voice that destroyed him.

One punch, just one punch!
Smash him as the trump card!
At this time, the three bastards sneered, spat, and said contemptuously: "Boy, are you short-sighted? Who told you to meddle in your own business? Now kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe I can let you go. "

"Jie Jie, there are really people who don't know how to live or die these days. If you want to be the savior, you are worthy?"

As he said that, he stepped on Artest's face fiercely, and crushed it ferociously, full of sarcasm.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi shot a murderous intent in his eyes, coldly, and sneered sneeringly: "You are very unlucky, I am in a bad mood today."

"Fuck, you are so hot, how dare you pretend to be aggressive in front of me, Brother Hu? Dog, who the hell are you?" The leader of the hooligans cursed.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a punch hit him hard on the mouth. With a "click", the bridge of his nose was broken, and blood, tears, and snot were sprayed wildly. With a scream, the man rolled over. Ten meters.

"Ah... ah ah..."

"Nose... hurts... um... um..."

"Damn it, Brother Hu, your uncle, kill him together." The other two bastards cursed angrily.

A piece of wood was slammed down, but Zhou Yi had no fancy, his fist was like a dragon and a tiger, his muscles bulged, and he punched directly, breaking the wood, breaking the sawdust, and hitting the man's abdomen with a punch like a broken bamboo.

"What? No uh... poof..."

The bastard was bent into a shrimp shape, the white eyes were punched out, and he passed out directly.

"This... how is this possible..."

The remaining gangster was dumbfounded, he felt the hairs all over his body, and when he saw Zhou Yi coldly sweeping over, he screamed in fright: "You...don't come here, devil, you are a devil, don't kill me..."

While screaming, he knocked himself unconscious with a stick.

Artest was dumbfounded, but then he gritted his teeth and said complicatedly, "How do you know I'm here?"

"If I say that I live here, would you believe it?" Zhou Yi smiled wryly. He didn't expect to meet Artest, and someone was looking for him.

But Artest rolled his eyes, who doesn't know that this is an old city, full of dilapidated, how could Zhou Yi live in this poor place with his skill and strength?

"Why save me? They are bullies in the east of the city, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Artest said.

"Tch, I don't care about Min Xing, so what about a mere city? But you, why did it become so miserable? Speaking of it, I have to take part of the responsibility. If your hands are fine, who can mess with you?"

Zhou Yi sighed.

Hearing this, Artest bit his lips tightly, stood up with difficulty, and said sadly: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. I lost, there is nothing to say."

Seeing that he was about to leave here, Zhou Yi pondered, and suddenly said: "How about fighting the world with me?"

"In this world, there is no fairness, no reason at all, only strength. If you are weak and pitiful, people will only step on you, humiliate you, and bully you. There is no sympathy or mercy, only becoming stronger."

"If you also want fairness, if you want to be free from anyone's oppression, follow me!"

Artest paused for a while, his fists creaked, and the pain made him sweat profusely, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I believe you?"

"If I remember correctly, you played every match for Min Xing and earned him a lot of money, but in the end when you were useless, he kicked you out of the ring, making people humiliate .”

"I know better that you are angry in your heart, and hatred is even more resentful. You want to take revenge and return the humiliation a hundredfold, but Min Xing has already been killed by me."

Zhou Yi flicked his clothes and said.

"What... what?"

Artai's body shook, and he turned around in disbelief and said in shock, "You...you killed Min Xing!"

Now the shocking news of Min Xing's murder has spread throughout Qingteng City. Although he feels that it is very satisfying, he is also curious about who has such abilities.

Although the truth came out, Artest hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said: "It's fine if you want me to do it with you, but you have to do me a favor first."

"Oh? Are you bargaining with me?" Zhou Yi raised his brows meaningfully.

"This is good for you. You know that I come from the Baji lineage. There is also a Baji martial arts gym in Qingteng City. There are quite a few of my brothers there. If you can recruit them all, your power will definitely skyrocket."

Artest said sincerely.

"Oh? Martial arts?" Zhou Yi became interested. He is very short of masters around him now.

"You want to ask me to recruit them?"

"No, I want you to defeat a person, the pride of the northern faction, young No.1, Feng Yixiao." Artest clenched his fists and breathed heavily...

Baji Martial Arts, the name is very powerful and domineering, but Zhou Yi once thought that he came to the wrong place.

This place is really too remote, maybe not even as good as the old city, but remoteness is nothing more than a factory building, a dormitory building, and this is also called a martial arts hall?

Zhou Yi was stunned and was stunned for a long time. Isn't this too poor?As far as he knows, Bajiquan is at least one of the best in the southern sect, but has it fallen to such a state?This is really unimaginable.

Artest also seemed to understand what he was thinking, blushed and coughed dryly, and said in embarrassment: "The martial arts school has no business, and all the money we earn is used for the master's medical treatment."

"Master is very pedantic. I go out to fight with him behind my back. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to ask for my money. Apart from kung fu, my brothers and sisters don't know anything else. They all rely on me for relief."

Zhou Yi is complicated, the reality is really cruel, anyone has to bow to him.

"Actually, my master was injured by Feng Yixiao's master with despicable means back then, so the root of the disease was left behind. But this time, people from the northern faction suddenly came to make an appointment, saying that it was a competition between the younger generation."

"If it was the past, I would definitely play Bajiquan, but now you can see me like this. I can't even deal with the three bastards."

Artest shook his head bitterly.

Hearing this, Zhou Yi probably understood that this was a struggle between the southern faction and the northern faction, the southern faction was Artest, and the northern faction was Feng Yixiao, but now Artest was unable to fight by himself, so he wanted to ask himself to help.

"The northern faction has always been my master's heart disease. This time I came to provoke you, I must have no good intentions. If you can defeat Feng Yixiao, my master will definitely owe you a favor. You will definitely be able to recruit the martial arts school again."

Afraid of his hesitation, Artest hurriedly said.

But at this time, Zhou Yi looked at the factory building, and suddenly said jokingly: "I'm afraid, he's already here."

"Bang... Crackling..."

A sound of fighting came faintly from inside.

In the next second, Artest's expression changed drastically, and he rushed into the factory building like crazy, but the next scene made him want to show his eyes, full of anger.

"Master, no...stop it, bastard, I'll kill you, yell..."

Zhou Yi also followed in, only to find that there were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, covered in blood from beatings.

And in the middle there was an unruly young man who was stepping on an old man who was nearly fifty years old, full of ferociousness and cruelty, and even smashed the old man's face into the broken glass, and the sharp glass had cut his cheek.

This... should be Artest's master!

The head of the Baji lineage!