Plane hunting

Chapter 189 I beat too many people, and I still use him as a witness!
Huang Shaohong took a look at the gauntlet handed over by Zhou Binglin, but it was Yin Manchuan who asked him to have a showdown at the 'Yin's Baguazhang Research Association' at noon tomorrow to settle the grudge.

It also explained the reason. It turned out that Yan Zhongwu was Yin Manchuan's nephew. As for Huang Shaohong's method of tracking down the other party's "as closed as closed", it was Chen Ke who passed it on to Yan Zhongwu.

Yin Manchuan stated in the war letter that he didn't want to involve his colleagues in the martial arts world because of his nephew's affairs, so no matter who is right or wrong in this matter, the cause and effect of the battle will be settled!

Zhou Binglin handed the letter of war to Huang Shaohong, and also said the matter of accepting the letter of war just now as a joke.

Huang Shaohong couldn't help laughing when he heard that the disciples who came to deliver the letter wanted to use the opportunity of delivering the letter to attack him.

At this time, the only person he can see in his eyes is Zhou Binglin, a master of energy transformation. He has not seen those who are at the peak of dark energy, but he regards them as stepping stones to hone their strength!
As for those who haven't reached the peak of dark energy, he really doesn't pay attention.

However, when he heard that Zhou Binglin broke his arm, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother, you haven't learned how to cultivate qi yet, why did you do it so easily? It's a pity that you have all the kung fu in the world!"

Zhou Binglin didn't take it seriously: "You also said that you haven't started yet, so what a pity!"

Huang Shaohong actually knew that this cheap senior brother must have been forced to take action just now because he didn't want the other party to disturb him. He was moved, but he still joked:

"Brother, be careful when you hit the young ones and the old ones, don't let me beat you before they come to seek revenge and trouble you!"

Zhou Binglin gave a disdainful 'hey': "It's not that I underestimated them, just based on Zhou Binglin's three words, you see who dares to come to the door, but you, Yin Pai Baguazhang should not be underestimated, you have to be careful when the time comes. Miao, do you need me, senior brother, to remind you a few words?"

"That's not necessary, you just wait for the good news that I won the battle!"

Huang Shaohong was laughed at by his words. He couldn't tell this cheap senior brother that he had fought against Yin Fu, the ancestor of the Yin Pai Baguazhang, in the "Once Upon a Time in Huang Feihong's World", although the other party was used by him that time. The gun was put down, but in a real fight, he might not be unable to win.

Moreover, Cheng Yanhua was the vice president of his Jingwu Association back then, and the two often exchanged ideas, and they already knew all the techniques of Baguazhang. No matter how powerful this Yin Manchuan is, can he surpass his ancestor Yin Fuqu?
Therefore, Huang Shaohong didn't care about tomorrow's battle at all. He was afraid that Yin Manchuan wasn't strong enough, and he couldn't even be regarded as a sharpening stone for him to hone his strength.

Sure enough, as Zhou Binglin said, Yin Manchuan's disciple was injured by him, and the other party didn't even dare to say a fart. No one came to ask for an explanation. This disappointed Huang Shaohong who wanted to watch the fun.

The 'Yin's Baguazhang Research Association' is an extension of several ordinary courtyards, and the site is not too big, which is incomparable with the 'Chen's Taiji' Research Association, which occupies three floors.

But the ancient flower hall, the martial arts arena paved with soft soil, the sandbags used for training, stone locks, and weapon racks all show a strong ancient style, just like the ancient traditional martial arts hall.

When Huang Shaohong walked in here, he felt the breath of the old era rushing towards his face, which made him feel as if he had gone back a hundred years and returned to Baozhilin a hundred years ago.

Thinking of the many friends in Huang Feihong's world, it seems like a sea of ​​vicissitudes, and I can't help but feel emotional.

When he came to the 'Yin's Baguazhang Research Association', there were already disciples waiting in front of the door. After handing over the challenge letter from yesterday, the disciples from Yin sent him a gesture of invitation to welcome him, and then took the lead to lead the way.

Although Huang Shaohong came to the door with a letter of challenge according to the rules of the martial arts world, but because of the enmity between the two parties, the disciple of the Yin faction who was in charge of welcoming him had a cold face and didn't even bother to say a word.

As the man walked all the way to the inner flower hall, the disciples of the Yin faction who were practicing along the way stopped when they saw him, and glared at him.

Huang Shaohong didn't care about the eyes of these people at all, not to mention that the enmity between the two parties was not the trouble he was looking for, even if it was his fault, so what? thought.

After entering the flower hall, I saw eight or nine people sitting on the grand master's chair, all staring at him, looking at him with different eyes, some were angry, some were resentful, some were curious, but they were all different. With a little scrutiny.

"You are Huang Shaohong? You don't look very good, you say it's not good for you to practice boxing well, and you have to make wind and rain in the capital?"

A middle-aged man with a rough face and thick limbs, wearing a black silk Tang suit, was playing with two hickory nuts in his hand, and said with disdain.

Huang Shaohong smiled, ignored him, clasped his fists at the two people in the main seat in the flower hall, and said, "This is Huang Shaohong, I wonder who is Master Yin Manchuan?"

A tall and thin man in plain clothes stood up at the main seat, cupping his fists in return, "I am Yin Manchuan, Master Huang. We will talk about our affairs later. Let me introduce you to the masters present."

He pointed to a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face on his right, and introduced: "This is Director Ma Huajun from Six Doors and Eighteen Offices!"

Ma Huajun looked at Huang Shaohong coldly, and didn't even nodded.

Huang Shaohong chuckled, cupped his hands and said: "So this is Director Ma. He is really handsome. No wonder your subordinates dare to plant and frame you. With you as a master, if you want to use public equipment for private use, you can do evil or whatever." It's nothing!"

Ma Huajun's face darkened immediately, and he turned away with a cold snort.

Yin Manchuan saw that the relationship between the two was full of gunpowder, and quickly began to introduce other people in the flower hall:

"This is Bai Xianyong, the master of Wudang Chunyang Gong, the first instructor of the Ouchi Imperial Guard."

"This is Master Song Anran, head of Tianjin Song Style Xingyi."

"This is Master Xu Benliang of Wudang Wuji Kung Fu, and this is Master Wang Yunlian, the master of Yiquan in Beijing, and the chief instructor of the Imperial Forest Army."

"This is Master Xu Chengye, the master of Xingyiquan."

"This is Master Zhang Yuanchao, the master of Liuhe Xinyiquan."

Every time Yin Manchuan introduced someone, the other party would sit on the grand master's chair and cup their hands, each with an extremely arrogant expression.

At the end of his introduction, he pointed at the middle-aged man in a black silk Tang suit who was playing with hickory nuts and sneered at him, and said:

"This is Master Zhu Maoyan from Bajimen, the vice-chairman of this year's Martial Arts Association, and he came here to witness today's martial arts competition!"

Then Zhu Maoyan smiled at Yin Manchuan:
"Master Yin is too polite. I said it was a witness, but I just came to see the results. This kid doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. He dares to disobey the association's orders by holding a foreign devil's passport. I don’t think this person has any real skills, but he’s just a clown!”

After finishing speaking, the guy glared at Huang Shaohong, and at the same time snorted coldly, as if he looked down on him. Obviously, the witness's buttocks were also sitting sideways!
"Hmph, you MB, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh huh you!" A "King Kong Punch Cone" smashed down.

No one expected that he would make a sudden attack, and Zhu Maoyan raised his hands to block in shock.

After the sound of 'Boom', Huang Shaohong hit Zhu Maoyan's arms with his fists, and the grand master's chair made of solid wood under him shattered, and he fell directly to the ground, in a state of embarrassment.

At the moment when he fell, Huang Shaohong snatched the hickory from the opponent's hand, then stepped on Zhu Maoyan's chest, and said to the big boxers who stood up in the flower hall and wanted to save people:
"Stand there for me, whoever dares to step forward, I will trample him to death, then you will be the murderers!"

When he said this, all these people stood still and did not dare to move rashly, Ma Huajun said coldly: "Huang Shaohong, you are committing a crime!"

"Crime Nima, why didn't you call it a crime when you framed me? Now you talk to me about the law? Are the rules of the martial arts world gone?"

Yin Manchuan said anxiously: "Master Zhu is the witness of our martial arts competition!"

Huang Shaohong sneered and said, "I have beaten too many people, so I still use him as a witness!"

He made two 'clicks' with his fingers, and directly crushed the two hickory nuts he had taken. He wanted to pick out the nuts and eat them, but found that the walnuts inside had shrunk.

Can't help but take a sip and said: "What kind of broken walnut, the kernel is so small, there is no meat in the mouth."

Zhu Maoyan was originally ashamed and annoyed when he was knocked down in front of so many colleagues, but he felt a depression in his chest that could not be released and suffocated to the extreme. Now when he saw him eating his walnut, a mouthful of old blood Sprayed out:
"I've been coiling the 'coiling dragon and lion head' for 20 years!"

When Huang Shaohong heard this, he couldn't help curling his lips: "You are expired food!"

(End of this chapter)