People are in the heavens, starting from being wanted

Father Tibetan covered his nose and mouth, his tone displeased.

"This is for training."

Hearing this answer, Father Tibetan stared at him closely, "Son, I heard from Uncle Fu that you are basking in the sun during the day and playing with fire in the house at night. You are just messing around. Take all these things away immediately, hehe !"

Not giving Zang Feng a chance to explain at all, he turned around with a livid face and left.

have to.

The image of this strict father is perfect.

just.

It's about the progress of my cultivation, how could I agree to that.

"Master, shall we continue?"

someone asked.

Zang Feng nodded: "Go ahead!"

I can't cure Lao Tzu by myself, but someone can.

Come down.

He went to find his mother.

"Son, don't worry about training!"

As long as you don't get dazed, you can do anything with your mother.

Check it out.

This is the benefit of a loving mother.

Who said that a loving mother is a loser, stand up and call you daddy!

Wait until the preparations are complete.

"Okay, you guys go out!"

"Yes!!"

The servants and maids left one after another.

Zang Feng opened the doors and windows of the room, lit the stoves one after another, and then he sat down quickly and started to practice the Five Elements Immortal Cultivation Art.

next moment.

A strange scene happened.

I saw that the flame in the stove seemed to have life, and it was continuously sucked into the body through the mouth, and then transformed into energy to strengthen the power of fire.

this night.

His room was filled with smoke.

Fortunately, he is no longer a mortal, so he has a certain resistance to the choking fireworks.

And at the same time.

After Chen Zhen defeated Akutagawa Ryuichi at the Hongkou Dojo, he went directly to the place where his master Huo Yuanjia was buried.

"Chen Zhen, what are you calling everyone over here for?"

Huo Tingen and Long Jinsun's Jingwu Sect hurried over.

Chen Zhen said: "I fought against that Akutagawa Ryuichi today, and he can't be the master's opponent at all. I suspect there is something wrong with it."

"But even if there is a problem, why did you ask us to come here?"

"I plan to open the coffin for an autopsy!"

"what?"

"Chen Zhen, you have to think about it clearly. Opening the coffin for an autopsy is disrespectful to the dead!"

Long Jinsun said harshly.

Chen Zhen didn't seem to care at all. The coffin was carried out by everyone at this time. As soon as it was opened, it emitted a foul smell, which made people around them almost unbearable and vomited.

"It stinks!"

Just like in the play.

The foreigner doctor couldn't stand the smell, so Chen Zhen did it for him and cut off the master's liver with a knife.

Tested.

The foreigner doctor: "I'm sure it's poisoned."

The words came out.

Huo Tingen and Long Jinsun were all shocked.

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"Is it really poisoned?"

Long Jinsun was frightened and forgot to smoke the pipe he put in front of his mouth.

Huo Tingen hurried to the coffin, ignoring the stench coming out of the coffin, grabbed the foreign doctor with both hands, his eyes were red: "What you said is true? My father died of poisoning?"

The foreign doctor was so panicked by him that he quickly replied: "Die to the shop, die to the shop, that's right, your father died of poisoning."

Plop.

Huo Tingen fell to the ground in a daze, "How is it possible? How is it possible?"

At this time.

Chen Zhen knelt down and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a firm expression: "Elder brother, don't think so much now, there must be someone who doesn't want Master to win this competition, we must find out who the real culprit is, and return Master's innocence. "

"Yes, Chen Zhen, you are right."

Huo Tingen's words were awakened, and he gritted his teeth: "Blood debt!"

Chen Zhen patted him, got up and said to the coffin bearer, "Come on, everyone help, and then bury Master."

Everyone started to get busy again.

It was already early morning when we returned to Fist of Fury.

the other side.

The island nation's garrison headquarters in Shanghai.

Akutagawa Ryuichi was so drunk that he brutally pushed away the soldiers blocking him, opened the door, walked into a tatami-style office, and saw Fujita Takeshi, the highest officer of the garrison here.

"Didn't I tell you to rest in the house? What are you doing here?"

Fujita Takeshi, who was dressed in military uniform, looked at him with a stern expression, speaking neither salty nor bland.

Akutagawa Ryuichi stared at him with bull eyes, "I just wanted to ask one thing, just now, I heard a piece of news, I wonder if my chief of military staff has heard about Huo Yuanjia's autopsy? "

As soon as this word comes out.

The bearded man wearing a suit and glasses next to him is also a consulate staff sent by the island country, and his position here is one level lower than that of Fujita.

His face changed slightly, and he ordered to several subordinates: "You guys go out first!"

"Hi!!"

But this scene made Akutagawa Ryuichi even more angry, and asked: "How is it? Is there anything that cannot be said publicly, huh? Did you ask someone to do the poisoning?"

Fujita Takeshi still didn't change his face.

He preached: "The empire has reached today, and its economy, technology, industry, and military power have greatly surpassed that of China. I originally hoped that you people who learn martial arts can defeat China's martial arts myth, but it is a pity that you are not up to date. It is also imperative."

"mean!"

Akutagawa Ryuichi erupted instantly like a volcano, his eyes widened like copper bells, glaring at Fujita Takeshi.

"The so-called soldier never tires of cheating!"

Fujita just replied lightly.

Akutagawa Ryuichi stood up suddenly, pointed at Fujita Takeshi, and vented his anger: "This sentence only applies to you soldiers, not to our martial arts practitioners. I originally competed with Huo Yuanjia in an upright manner, but I was fooled by you gang of hawks and dogs." Despicable, you... are a blasphemy and a disgrace to our bushido spirit."

The moment he finished speaking, he rioted and punched Fujita Gogo who was sitting there.

Just the next second.

Fujita grabbed his fist and kicked his stomach fiercely. Akutagawa Ryuichi felt the severe pain in his stomach, bent down involuntarily, vomited blood from his mouth, and had a painful expression.

Followed by.

Fujita stood up and hugged him.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Akutagawa Ryuichi ended his life with his knee.

"Humph!"

Fujita Takeshi stared coldly at the dead Akutagawa Ryuichi.

"Let me tell you what the Bushido spirit is. It is to forget right and wrong, and to serve the emperor, even if you are a sinner in history, you will not hesitate."

Say it.

He smiled proudly at the terrified and silent consul beside him: "Come here, take his body out and tell his disciples that he was killed by Chen Zhen of the Fist of Fury."

"Hi!"

Two soldiers carried Akutagawa Ryuichi's body out.

"I have something else to do."

The bearded consul tremblingly found an excuse and left in a hurry.

He just walked on his forefoot.

"Shh!"

A figure suddenly appeared.

Wearing a ninja suit, carrying a Taidao, looking at Takeshi Fujita with his back turned.

"Cunin Yagyu Ichiro met the Commander!"

Fujita just turned around when he heard the words, and looked at him with sharp eyes like a hawk: "If Akutagawa Ryuichi's apprentices can't solve the Jingwumen, you will lead someone to do it, don't let me down. "

because.

He went to the headquarters for a meeting not long ago, and received secret instructions to carry out a full-scale aggression against China.

And these Chinese martial artists.

They must be eradicated one by one.

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British Concession Street.

New World Dance Hall.

"Please invite our new world stage pillar, Miss Tang Xiaodie, the head of the four butterflies in Shanghai, to make her debut!"

In the dance hall, the lights are staggered, and men and women hug each other listening to beautiful songs.

On the second floor.

The inspector of the police station in the British Concession - Shen Qingshan.

The entire British Concession is his domain.

Wearing a long coat and leather shoes, sitting on a soft leather sofa, smoking a cigar, drinking foreign wine, overlooking the lively scene below, in his eyes, these are a steady stream of money!

He took out his gold pocket watch and checked the time.

He asked the younger brother next to him, "No movement yet?"

"The previous decisive battles in the French Concession didn't bring any benefits, and now it's so quiet, maybe it's because I'm afraid?" The younger brother thought for a while and said.

Shen Qingshan took a puff of cigarette: "Don't be careless."