Over the next few days, the entire New Continent Jianghu welcomed a series of drastic changes.
In the inn, Red Sun Monk was meditating with his eyes closed. One of his disciples, a white-clothed young man who used a thin sword, walked into the room with a respectful expression.
The young man bowed and said, "Master."
Red Sun Monk still had his eyes closed. After a while, he slowly said, "How is it?"
"They can't even withstand a single blow. After all, they're just small fries." The young man said, "In the past few days, we've already smashed the signboards of seven dojos. I think some people won't be able to sit still."
Red Sun Monk said indifferently, "It's fine. As long as we don't bleed, the Shadow Corps will only tolerate it."
"Master is right." The young man rolled his eyes and said, "But Master, the signboards of those dojos have been smashed and the people are crippled. Although they can't operate anymore, Rakshasa died so tragically. Are we going to let them go just like that? "
"Let them go?" Red Sun Monk opened his eyes. A bloody light flashed in his eyes as if thick blood had covered his pupils. "After we kill Gui Quan, they'll all be buried with him."
The young man smiled. He understood what Red Sun Monk meant. The other party didn't want to have a direct conflict with the Shadow Corps, so he chose to hide behind the scenes.
At this moment, a commotion came from the direction of the inn's entrance.
The white-clothed young man smiled and a sinister expression appeared on his face. "Master, it seems that those dojos have joined forces."
"Yes." After saying that, Red Sun Monk closed his eyes again and entered the meditative state of an old monk. It seemed that he didn't care about what was about to happen. In fact, it was his five disciples who took turns to challenge the dojos and tear down the signboards of the dojos. It was impossible for him to do such a small thing himself.
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On the other side, a middle-aged man in his thirties was walking toward the inn under the escort of more than a hundred dojos and students.
He was the owner of the New Continent Branch Dojo of the Freedom Dojo, He Minghai.
At this moment, there was a trace of pride on his face as he stood in front of the inn and asked the people around him, "Master Lin, do those troublemakers stay here?"
"Yes." One of the Martial Masters who had one of his arms bandaged said hatefully, "I saw them enter with my own eyes. This group of bastards, not only did they compete in martial arts, they were also vicious in their attacks, frequently crippling people's hands and feet. Master He, you must uphold justice for us! "
After He Minghai came to New Continent, he had always paid attention to winning people's hearts. He wanted to subdue the entire New Continent's martial arts world so that he could make some achievements in front of his father. Now that there were outsiders causing trouble in New Continent, it was simply the best for him.
However, after a round of indignant criticism, he still turned his head to look at Hoodlum and asked, "Hoodlum, is Master Zuo still not coming?"
Hoodlum said a little awkwardly, "Senior Brother is going on a long trip these few days, so he can't come back for the time being."
"Oh, I see."
However, the surrounding people looked at Hoodlum in disbelief. Why did he have to leave at such a critical moment?
Someone whispered, "Hmph, how can he be a president like this? I don't think he's going on a long trip, but he's hiding out of fear. "
Someone who had watched the battle lamented, "We can't blame him. I've seen those outsiders fight, and they're unfathomable. They're much more powerful than Zuo Zhicheng. I'm afraid they're not ordinary people. "
Someone guessed, "Not ordinary people? Could they be disciples of some Jianghu sect? "
"I'm afraid so. Otherwise, didn't you see those old Jianghu people hiding? We can only rely on Master He now. After all, he has the backing of the Freedom Sect, so he should be able to make them retreat. "
"That goes without saying. Master He is a true disciple of the Freedom Dojo." A student from the Freedom Dojo said, "Even in Haijing, Master He's martial arts can be ranked in the top 15."
Haijing was the capital of the South Bay Region, and also the headquarters of the Freedom Dojo.
Hoodlum naturally heard the whispers of these people. When he saw He Minghai's fake smile, he could only endure the anger in his stomach and silently curse He Minghai for being a bastard.
At this moment, a slightly feminine young man with a thin sword strapped to his waist walked out of the entrance of the inn.
As soon as he came out, he attracted the attention of a large group of Martial Masters and students.
Someone pointed at him and shouted, "It's him! He's the one who injured Master Hou! He cut off Master Hou's thumb. "
"Kill him!"
"Let him know that we're not to be trifled with!"
The man sneered and said indifferently, "Trash is trash. Do you only know how to swarm him?"
"What did you say?"
"Say it again!"
Seeing that the people around him were about to pounce, the man's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent.
At this moment, He Minghai walked out and said, "Brother, aren't you being too aggressive? As martial artists, we first cultivate our morals. You and your group have been tearing down people's signboards and crippling their martial arts. Your actions are too vicious. "
"He Minghai?" The man smiled faintly and said, "You're good with words, but I don't know how much of your old man's martial arts you've learned. Cut the crap. If you want to fight, then fight. I don't intend to waste my time on trash like you. "
He Minghai frowned. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, he would have already cursed out loud. However, at this moment, he just walked up slowly. "Since Your Excellency is so stubborn, you and I can only fight it out."
"Draw your sword."
"Draw my sword?" The white-clothed man's expression froze, then he laughed loudly and said, "Do you think you're qualified to make me draw my sword? I only need one hand to deal with a spoiled young master like you. "
He Minghai hated people saying that he relied on his family the most. When he heard the other party's words, his face turned green and white. "Okay, okay, okay. Just don't regret it later."
On the top floor of the inn, three men and one woman were looking at the fight at the entrance with bored expressions.
Bai Youling's face was as cold as a zombie's. Ah Hai rested his chin on his hand, his face full of disdain. There were two men who looked similar, but one of them carried a broadsword on his back, and the other had several guns on his waist. Both of them were looking at the entrance with smiles on their faces.
The man with the gun on his waist laughed and said, "Brother, how long do you think it'll take Eldest Senior Brother to deal with them?"
"Who knows? It depends on Eldest Senior Brother's mood." The man with the broadsword on his back laughed and said, "It's not like he can kill them. It'll probably take him ten breaths.
But this group of trash is really nothing to see. I just don't know how strong that Gui Quan will be. "
The younger brother with the gun on his waist said, "If he can tear off Sister Ghost's hand, he'll probably be on the same level as us."
Bai Youling's expression turned cold, and she said coldly, "Yuwen … are you courting death?"
"Hehehehe, I'm just kidding." The younger brother called Yuwen said, "That Gui Quan must be very strong. Second Senior Brother, what do you think?"
Ah Hai snorted and said, "I'll deal with Gui Quan. After killing him, I'll challenge Minghe."
"Oh!" The Yuwen brothers said excitedly, "The battle of the century?"
At the same time, the fight on the street was coming to an end. In less than ten breaths, He Minghai was already half-kneeling on the ground.
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