"Little Martial Uncle, what did you do just now? How did you hit us without any feeling, but you strongly forced us to go backwards?" Smith and Lee asked questions in their hearts.
Mo Xiaocheng smiled. "This is a strong hand. It seems to be very heavy and hard. It is soft to cure people and hard to kill people."
At last, the curtain-raiser announced the official preliminary contest of the day …
Chapter two hundred and sixty Revenge is coming from the first legacy of Gao Ye.
Back to the martial arts school, a bunch of brothers came around as if to meet the victorious hero and surround Mo Xiaocheng and others.
"Little Martial Uncle, your performance in the ring just now was very beautiful. It looked as if it was a real fight, and it knocked George and them out of the water."
Mo Xiaocheng usually has a mild impression on his younger brother. He is not as serious as Mo Weicheng. He is a little presumptuous in front of him. Mo Xiaocheng is not easy-going with others. These younger brothers get along with him for a month and know his character. Occasionally, they will make a few hurtful jokes in front of him.
As soon as he came back, a female brother of about the same age came to hold his arm and excited tunnel
Xu Guangjian immediately avenue "is, of course, a real fight or a fake fight? What’s the point if you fake it? What do you mean, if you fight with my uncle, it will definitely be worse than us! "
"Cut!" This female brother named Zou Feifei often pesters Mo Xiaocheng to teach her martial arts. She spat at Xu Guangjian. "I don’t fight with my younger martial uncle. I’m a little girl. I admit that I beat my younger martial uncle, but so what?"
Zou Feifei is small and exquisite, and comes to Moxiao City. She is lively and kind, and her other disciples get along well in the martial arts school. Everyone loves Younger.
Xu Guangjian pinched her little nose. Hey hey, "Little Feifei, I really want to beat you up."
Two people used to play at ordinary times Xu Guangjian said he would beat Zou Feifei, pretending to be angry and slapped by Zou Feifei. Hold his nose and Xu Guangjian’s hand is like a little lion. "Dead Xu Guangjian takes your smelly hand girl and doesn’t want you to touch me. Do you want to beat me? Then you have to ask the little martial uncle if he agrees or not. "
"Yo, little Feifei, you’re alongside little Martial Uncle." Xu Guangjian smiled. "Hey hey, it’s your nose, too. I can’t touch little Martial Uncle. I understand it." Then he gave Zou Feifei an ambiguous look.
Zou Feifei’s thin face suddenly blushed. She was so angry that she stamped her feet and pulled Moxiaocheng’s arm. "Little Martial Uncle, look at Xu Guangjian, this bastard. He bullied me and you helped me beat him."
Mo Xiaocheng smiled and touched Zou Feifei’s head. "Why don’t Uncle help you catch Xu Guangjian in front of you and let you beat him yourself?"
Xu Guangjian, when he started to listen, ran and made a determined effort. "Xiaofei, you are cruel enough to carry my uncle out. Can’t I afford to hide?"
"Ha ha"
Everyone laughed when they saw this fight, and the atmosphere became harmonious. Since Mo Xiaocheng came to the martial arts school, it has added a lot of anger to the martial arts school. After his arrival, Mo Weicheng appeared in front of his younger brother, giving all the martial arts teachers to Mo Xiaocheng, and he started his career. It can be said that the arrival of Mo Xiaocheng really helped him a lot.
Then a bunch of younger brothers took Moxiaocheng to ask questions. They wanted to follow them, but when Moweicheng stared, they dared not say anything. They stayed in the martial arts school and watched the live broadcast.
MoXiaoCheng didn’t speak, but Xu Guangjian four people talked about it and said it again, saying that the scene at that time was like a lot of excitement, and the number of people was like a lot of splitting miles, especially Xu Guangjian and Lu Zhen. Their eloquence can be put bluntly, that is, they are very good at blowing that kind of thing, and they are almost like the Olympic Games.
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In the evening, the stars are rare and majestic, and the weather is rare. Mo Xiaocheng put on a coat and said hello to his brother and sister-in-law, and went out. Speaking of it, he has not been out to see the night view of Los Angeles for so long.
It’s rare to be quiet today, and suddenly he’s interested in going out to cultivate a sentiment and adjust a state in the preliminary round of the day.
Los Angeles is the center of world culture, science, technology, international trade and higher education-the night scene here is particularly charming.
MoXiao City walks the streets and feels the bustling atmosphere. It’s interesting that people of different colors come and go. He is an oriental who is even more unusual. He walks leisurely with his hands in his pockets, turns around here and strolls around the polar regions.
When walking to a square, a couple took a photo and saw him coming. The man came over and said to him fluently in English, "Excuse me, sir, can you take a photo for us?" Seeing Mo Xiaocheng nodded and promised him a smile, pointing to a button and saying, "Press this shutter to take pictures. Thank you."
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As soon as the shutter switch tone flashed, Moxiao City took a picture of the couple and returned the camera to the man with a smile, "Well, hehe, I wish you happiness."
He has been in Los Angeles for more than a month, and he has spoken standard English. He has no difficulty in communicating with local Americans, but he still has some accents at most.
Walking in Moxiao City, I came to a few hutongs and stopped. "Good friends have been with me for so long, so I just came out to meet people."
He spoke English, but when he finished talking, the alley was still silent, as if he were talking to himself.
"oh? Not coming out? Are friends hiding their heads and shrinking their tails? Don’t come out again. Momo will personally ask you to come out. "Mo Xiaocheng’s tone is slightly cold
The hutong is still silent, and there is no sound except the faint wind.
MoXiaoCheng eyebrows a wrinkly, he leaned against the wall, grabbed a piece of cement from the wall, pinched it with two fingers, and then shot it out to a corner of the alley.
A black shadow flashed in that corner.
"Haha, it really is Moxiao City. In the past, the first master in the sea was a master who killed senior brother Gao in the ring!"
Speaking Chinese instead of Mandarin, this man is from China.
"I was hidden so deep that you found me. Your kung fu is deep. Wow, Moxiao City."
"Are you a master of higher vocational education?"
As soon as Mo Xiaocheng heard the other party say that he killed Senior Brother in the challenge, he reacted. This man didn’t say that he was the master of Gao Ye, and now he finally got revenge.
Before, he was always ready to seek revenge from his predecessor, but he waited for months without any news. Now he has come to the United States and has slowly forgotten when he didn’t want to come to the door suddenly.
The words sound just fell and jumped from the dark corner. A man dressed in black spoke loudly and with a faint gloom. This man was not very tall and two inches shorter than Moxiao City. He was a middle-aged man with beard roots as thick as steel needles and black as ink.
"Hey hey MoXiao city, you guessed it. I’m dead. You’re the first teacher younger brother to remember my name Feng Jing! It is said that ong bak’s trainer is me! "
MoXiao city shook his head and disdained a smile "Feng Jing? I haven’t heard that you are good at kung fu, but if you don’t change, you will die here. "