At night, when Zuo Zhicheng and Xiao Lan returned home, they saw Song's hesitant expression.
But in the end, he said, "Xiao Lan, don't go to the dojo for the next few days."
"Why?" Xiao Lan asked with an innocent expression. After all, she had been helping in the kitchen and did not see what happened in the dojo.
Boss Song said worriedly, "It's too dangerous. Now the whole city is saying that it was Master Jiang who killed Black Heart Tiger. The Sea Dragon Gang won't let it go this time."
"Ah!" Xiao Lan exclaimed, "Then won't Master Jiang be in danger?"
No matter how Song tried to persuade her, Xiao Lan refused to leave the dojo. He helplessly asked Zuo Zhicheng for help, "Xiao Zuo, help me persuade Xiao Lan. It's too dangerous to stay in the dojo. No matter what, we should wait for Master Jiang and the Hai Long Gang to solve this problem."
"That's too disloyal." Zuo Zhicheng smiled and said, "Anyway, I'll go and help. I just learned the Xumi Long Fist. I haven't learned any other martial arts."
"Hmph, Brother Zuo is the best. Dad, you're still far behind. When we were in trouble, we hid in the dojo. Now that the dojo is in trouble, how can we stay out of it? "
"But this is not the same." Song sighed in his heart. "Previously, only Liang Wu might have harassed Xiao Lan. Master Jiang's prestige could have stopped him. Now, one of the Four Heavenly Kings is dead. The Hai Long Gang is here for revenge. "
Song shook his head and sighed, "You guys are really newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers."
At night, the moon was bright in the sky. After Xiao Lan and Song fell asleep, Zuo Zhicheng quietly got up to practice.
The Northern Roc Style was indeed the true martial arts of the Southern Sacred Sect. Not only could it train the whole body's Xiantian Qi, but it was also very efficient. The only pity was that Zuo Zhicheng could no longer eat Spiritual Energy food. The speed of his improvement was much slower than when he was in the tomb.
According to his estimation, if an ordinary person did not have Spiritual Energy food, it would take him seven to eight years of hard work to cultivate to his current level.
Now, he was slowly channeling the Xiantian Qi to his head. It would take him at least a year to cultivate his Qi. But by then, the strength of his Xiantian Qi would increase.
At the same time, he felt that his body was continuously releasing heat. His body was becoming stronger and stronger with each break and destruction. The purple Innate Qi was also moving towards the target of 32%.
From the looks of it, not only did the Northern Roc Descends the Heavens cover a much larger area than the other true martial arts, even its efficiency was not something that the other true martial arts could compare with. In addition, Zuo Zhicheng was cultivating like an ascetic monk, so its efficiency was even more terrifying.
While cultivating, Zuo Zhicheng thought about what happened during the day.
He thought that the matter would come to an end after he killed Liang Wu. He did not expect that there would be new trouble. The information about the Hai Long Gang flashed through his mind. Zuo Zhicheng thought that he could either resolve the conflict between the Hai Long Gang or weaken the Hai Long Gang.
In the end, he thought that the Hai Long Gang was more annoying.
After a quiet night, Zuo Zhicheng woke up early in the morning. Under Song's worried gaze, he brought Xiao Lan to the martial arts center.
Before they got close to the martial arts center, they saw members of the Hai Long Gang walking back and forth. Zuo Zhicheng frowned. He did not want to cause trouble, so he took a detour with Xiao Lan. However, after taking a few detours, they realized that there were a few members of the Hai Long Gang loitering on the way to the martial arts center.
Left with no choice, Zuo Zhicheng had to take Xiao Lan to the martial arts center.
A hand blocked his way. Zuo Zhicheng raised his head and looked at the man with a mole next to his nose. He seemed to be the one who followed Li Si yesterday. There were two other members next to him. There were three of them in total.
"Kid, you're the one-eyed man from the martial arts center yesterday." The man and his companions laughed and said, "I'm telling you now. You're not allowed to go to the Haoran Martial Arts Center in the future. Otherwise, we'll beat you up every time we see you. Do you hear me?"
He pushed Zuo Zhicheng in the opposite direction of the Haoran Martial Arts Center.
"I'm going. What can you do about it?" Zuo Zhicheng made a fist and said to Xiao Lan, "Xiao Lan, you go first. I'll stop them."
"Brother Zuo …"
"Go." Zuo Zhicheng saw one of them reaching out to grab Xiao Lan. He punched his arm and smashed his hand away.
Xiao Lan saw them fighting and quickly ran to the martial arts center. "Brother Zuo, hang in there. I'll get help from the martial arts center!"
On the other side, the three Hai Long Gang members had already surrounded Zuo Zhicheng. The leader, the young man with a mole, kicked Zuo Zhicheng in the chest and cursed, "You're asking for it."
Zuo Zhicheng panicked when he saw the kick coming. He closed his eyes and punched randomly. However, he seemed to be lucky and hit his opponent's Yongquan acupoint. The young man with a mole cried out in pain and fell to the ground, holding his calf.
"Brother Pa, are you okay?"
Brother Pa cried out in pain, "F * ck, beat him to death!"
The remaining two gang members immediately swung their tortoiseshell fists at Zuo Zhicheng. Zuo Zhicheng hurriedly dodged left and right, but he was still hit in the thickest parts of his back.
In the midst of the chaos, Zuo Zhicheng dodged back in a panic. However, he accidentally stepped on someone's foot. The person cried out in pain and threw a punch at Zuo Zhicheng's back. However, Zuo Zhicheng turned around and smashed his head on the person's chin.
The person bit his tongue and fell to the ground in pain. He was bleeding profusely and had no strength to fight back.
The last gang member was furious when he saw this. He yelled and rushed forward to kick Zuo Zhicheng's waist. Zuo Zhicheng looked like he was fighting for the first time. He closed his eyes and took the hit. Then, he kicked his opponent's crotch.
The gang member screamed and fell to the ground, holding his crotch.
Brother Pa stood up and shouted angrily when he saw this. He didn't expect the three of them to be defeated by this brat. In his opinion, it was purely because of bad luck.
Just when his calf was no longer numb and he was about to rush forward to teach Zuo Zhicheng a lesson, Jiang Qing rushed over and stood in front of Zuo Zhicheng.
"You three are shameless. The three of you beat up a beginner." Although she said this, Jiang Qing looked at the two gang members on the ground and gave Zuo Zhicheng a strange look.
Brother Pa glanced at Jiang Qing. Although she was a girl, she was better at fighting than a normal martial artist. He could only glare at Zuo Zhicheng and say, "Boy, I'll remember you."
After the three of them left, Jiang Qing glanced at Zuo Zhicheng and said, "Boy, you're lucky. You killed your master with your random punches."
Lan asked worriedly, "Brother Zuo, are you okay?"
Although Zuo Qingcang had won against his opponent by 'coincidence', it seemed that he had also been kicked and punched quite a few times. But when he heard Lan's words, he just smiled and said, "I'm fine. I can take a lot of hits."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want it. It's easy for you to get some internal injuries. Wait until we reach the dojo and ask father to examine you." Jiang Qing shook her head. She thought that Zuo Zhicheng was pretending to be fine in front of Xiao Lan.
But even so, he was still willing to go to the dojo under the threat of the Hai Long Gang. This made Jiang Qing see Zuo Zhicheng in a new light.
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