"Kill them!"
"Fuck!"
"Charge!"
"Beat them up!"
"Charge! Fight it out with the large sects! "
"Scumbags from the small sects, don't force me!"
"You're the ones who forced us!"
"Damn! Follow me! Kill this bunch of non-affiliates! "
All of a sudden, the entire third floor of the restaurant descended into chaos. Pots and pans were smashed all over the floor and the tables were overturned by the "martial artists"!
It was a chaotic battle!
Close combat!
A restaurant waiter exclaimed, "Stop fighting! Everyone stop fighting … Aiyo! "After getting punched, he was already injured!
Yan Hui's companion kicked him a few more times. "This is for running a scam! This is for running a scam! "
The waiter exclaimed, "Save me!"
Three people from the Iron Palm Sect rushed over. "Fuck!"
After three moves, Yan Hui's two companions were knocked to the ground!
Yan Hui suddenly sent a flying kick to knock one of them down. Then he was kicked in the stomach as well!
At this moment, the two brothers, Liu Yiquan and Liu Yizhang, arrived. "Who dares to touch a brother of us non-affiliates!" The two of them went up to each other and started fighting with their fists and feet!
The large sects were after all large sects, so their disciples' kung fu was relatively high. Especially Liu Yiquan's Iron Palm disciple. His kung fu was impressive and his Iron Palm techniques were powerful and powerful!
Liu Yiquan was forced to retreat again and again as he suffered several palm strikes!
Zhang Ye arrived. "Bro Liu, I'm here!"
Liu Yiquan said anxiously, "Bro Chen Zhen, quickly come and help me!"
Zhang Ye bent down and picked up an item that had been placed under a makeshift table. Then he rushed over!
When the middle-aged man from the Iron Palm heard him, he sent a palm strike behind him without even turning his head.
However, before he could reach him, a black object came smacking him in the face!
"Aiyo, fuck!" The Iron Palm disciple was smacked to the ground. Tears were flowing out of his eyes and his nose was bleeding. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Who the fuck used a brick to hit me!?"
Many of the large sects' members at the scene were furious!
"Shameless!"
"Shameless to the extreme!"
"They actually dared to use hidden weapons?"
"Despicable scum!"
"Let's fight it out with them!"
Liu Yiquan, Liu Yizhang, and the others were also stunned! F * ck me! Bro Chen Zhen is too awesome!
When the people from the small sects and unaffiliated sects saw this, they also learned their lesson. Some of them picked up chairs beside them and threw them at their opponents, while others picked up a pot of hot soup and splashed it at the Zhou Family Style disciples!
"Ah!"
"F * ck! Who splashed me! "
"F * ck, it's scalding me!"
"F * ck! Get your weapons! "
"Fight them!"
The people from the Zhou Family Style School and several large sects were furious. They also picked up their weapons and started fighting back!
There were three to five people from small sects in the restaurant who didn't plan to participate in the fight. When they saw them fighting, they all ran away. As a result, a few unidentified objects flew directly towards them!
"Ouch!"
"My head!"
"Zhou Family Style, fuck you!"
"I can't take it anymore! Charge! "
As a result, the rogue cultivators and small sects had joined the fray!
At a table on the second floor, there were eight or nine Shaolin Temple monks. The eminent monks were very indifferent to the battle next to them. They were very cultured and very calm. They still sat there and ate as if it had nothing to do with them.
Bang!
A teacup smashed onto their table!
The leading monk smiled. "Amitabha, there's no need to pay attention to it."
"Yes, yes."
"That's right, that's right."
"Haha."
The other eminent monks responded.
Then, a flying chair leg smashed into two of their plates with a loud thud.
An eminent monk pressed his palms together. "Amitabha, refrain from anger and impatience."
"Refrain from anger and impatience."
"Let's eat, let's eat."
"That's right, that's right."
The few of them smiled again and carried on eating.
Following that, a clay pot half-filled with hot soup also flew over. When the soup splashed onto the monks, the table of dishes could no longer be eaten!
An eminent monk pressed his palms together. "Amitabha, maintain your original heart."
"That's good, that's good."
"That's right, that's right."
"That's right, that's right."
The monks didn't care at all.
Suddenly, a person from a famous sect flew over and smashed his entire body onto their table, causing it to break into pieces!
The leading monk said calmly, "Amitabha … Amitabha, your grandpa!" He jumped up in rage and roared, "F * ck those bastards!"
"F * ck your bastards!"
"The small sects are too arrogant! They're pushing it too far! "
Even the eminent monks of the Shaolin Monastery had joined the fray. Just imagine how the fight would turn out!
"Thief, watch out for my palm!" A Shaolin Monastery monk charged at Zhang Ye!
Zhang Ye was someone who had eaten over a hundred Fruits of Agility, so his reflexes were extremely fast. He did not even need to use his Taiji Fist and dodged to the side. At the same time, he reflexively swung the brick in his hand!
A Shaolin Monastery monk covered his face and screamed, "Aiyo!"
Zhang Ye turned his hand around and slapped down again. A Zhou Family Style School boxing master who had been preparing to sneak up on him also fell to the ground. His two front teeth, stained with blood, flew into the air as they were knocked out!
Zhang Ye hit one brick after another without missing a beat!
"Bro Chen Zhen, well done!"
"Beautiful!"
"Bro Chen Zhen is so impressive!"
"Great brick technique!"
When Liu Yiquan, He Badao, and the others saw this, they did not forget to cheer for Zhang Ye as they fought!
The Zhou Family Style School's Fourth Bro Zhou was dumbfounded. His face was filled with exclamation marks!
Even now, he still could not understand why they had started fighting. Why did they start fighting? From the beginning to the end, he had only fucking said two and a half sentences! The first sentence was "If you don't have money, don't come here to eat! What are you dawdling about ". The second sentence was" This wine was specially brewed by us … "Before he could even finish, the third sentence was" Which sect are you from ". It was only two and a half sentences. He swore to the Heavens that it was really only two and a half sentences! Furthermore, even if he said those words now, it wouldn't be too much to say at all! F * ck me! Why the fuck did they start fighting!?
Reality had proven that Zhang Ye's mouth was too fucking wicked. Wherever this fellow went, there would be no peace. The people in the entertainment circle's evaluation of this fellow was not wrong at all. He was a hooligan and an out-and-out shit stirrer. Wherever he went, there would be a bloodbath in that industry. In the past, when he was in the literary circles, entertainment circles, and even the education circles, these peers of his were all cultured people and had quite a glib tongue. They had fought with Zhang Ye many times, but even so, none of them had ever won against Zhang Ye in terms of scolding! But now that this fellow Zhang Ye had made his way into the Chinese martial arts circle — a place where the level of education was generally not high, even the experts and professors of Tsinghua University's Renmin University and crosstalk actors who relied on their glib tongues to make a living could not win against him, much less here!
They were on a completely different level!
When this fellow came to the Chinese martial arts circle, he was like a wolf that had entered a flock of sheep. With just a few words, he had caused the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference's participants to fight amongst themselves to the point where they would not rest until one of them was dead. Even if they were asked to stop now, they wouldn't be able to!
Fourth Bro Zhou shouted, "Everyone, listen to me, I —"
Suddenly, a fist came flying at him!
Fourth Bro Zhou was caught off guard and got hit hard on the right side of his face. He flew into a rage and rolled up his sleeves as he rushed forward. "Who the fuck hit me? Do you think our Zhou Family Style School is easy to bully? How dare you cause trouble at the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference? Let's do it! Do you think we're afraid of you? "
Fourth Bro Zhou also rushed forward!
Then a brick came smashing at him!
"Fuck!" Fourth Bro Zhou covered his face and cursed angrily!
"Fourth Senior Bro!"
"Hit him!"
"We'll fight to the death today!"
"Right, we'll fight to the death!"
Seeing this, Chenchen was speechless.
A lot of the things that Zhang Ye did were not very reliable, but only that mouth of his was too damn sarcastic. You wouldn't be able to find a second one like it in the entire world! This was supposed to be an Academic Conference where everyone in the Chinese martial arts world would denounce Rao Aimin. But before it even started, there was already internal strife!
In fact, the situation was still getting worse!
Outside, another wave of Zhou Family Style School disciples had arrived!
"What happened?"
"What's going on?"
"Damn, who's hitting me?"
"Dammit, brothers! Do it! "
This group of people had just arrived, but before they could even announce their names or ask what was going on, someone had already been beaten up. Without any hesitation, this group of people also joined the fray!
There were even more non-affiliates who had arrived!
"Bro Zhao, I'm here!"
"Hold on, we brothers are here to help you!"
"The Zhou Family Style School is bullying others with their strength! Infuriating the gods! "
"Infuriating the gods! Beat them up! "
"The large sects are too arrogant! We must get our revenge today! "
"Bald donkey, lend me a palm strike!"
"Fourth Bro Zhou, you've been doing all sorts of evil, so I'll teach you a lesson today!"
Who said that there were no experts among the non-affiliates?
A few of the non-affiliates who had rushed over after receiving the news were all highly skilled in martial arts. Zhang Ye was shocked when he saw them. Their skills were actually about the same as his. The Chinese martial arts world was indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. For this fight today, even the experts had come! When many of them heard the shouting, it was clear that there were still some personal grudges between them. The grudges between the large sects and the small sects' non-affiliates were not just a matter of a day or two. Today, all of it had been exposed!
More and more people were coming!
A hundred!
Two hundred!
Three hundred!
The restaurant had been smashed to smithereens!
The battle had even extended into the courtyard and outside. The sounds of fighting and killing could be heard everywhere!
Zhang Ye was not someone who was afraid of getting into trouble. When he saw this, he shouted again, "Brothers from the small sects and non-affiliates! Today is a matter of honor! Can we just watch as the large sects bully us? "
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
Countless people were shouting wildly!
Zhang Ye roared, "Can we just watch as our dignity is trampled underfoot?"
"No!"
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
Countless people responded by shouting!
Zhang Ye shouted, "The way of Chinese martial arts! Everyone is equal! Since ancient times, there has never been a distinction between the large and small sects! Today, it's time for us to stand up! Today, it's time for us to make our voices heard! If we don't do so now, there won't be another chance! If we don't do so now, they'll really be sitting on top of us and taking a shit! What are the brothers watching the fun outside waiting for? What are you all waiting for? Roar when you see injustice! Strike when it's time to strike! Charge through the nine provinces in a flurry! "
"Everyone, attack!"
"Are we still going to tolerate the Zhou Family bullying us?"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Brothers, charge with me!"
When Zhang Ye shouted those words, quite a few of the hesitant non-affiliates and small sects' members also felt their blood boiling. One by one, they charged forward while howling!
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