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Volume 1 Chapter 120 Fighting Tiger

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    Chapter 120 Fighting Tiger

    "What do you think?" Looking at Murong Qingyu, who was still sneering at this time, the boss Jin Hu said tremblingly.

    "Haha, you ask me what I want?" Murong Qingyu smiled calmly and said: "It's very simple, recruit you and then rule the underworld forces in this city."

    "Just you?" Jin Hu was stunned for a moment, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, and then he forced a calm smile and said: "You really have such a big tone. There are all large and small gangs in Jiande City.  There are 127 gangs, and there are 13 gangs with the same name as our 'Tiger Gang'. Among them, the 'Xing Gang', 'Cangqiong Society' and 'Longwei Society' are even stronger than our gangs. Young man, I admit it.  Your martial arts skills are indeed good, but two fists are hard to beat with four hands. No matter how powerful you are, can you kill a thousand people by yourself? Humph, if we weren't careless today, let a thousand younger brothers consume your physical strength first, and then we  If the seven brothers take action again, will you still have a chance of winning?"

    Murong Qingyu smiled and did not refute.

    "What, you're not convinced?" Seeing Murong Qingyu's reaction, Jin Hu obviously felt very unhappy: "If you're not convinced, please let the seven of us go back first, and we'll fight again later!"

    "Fight? What are you using to fight me?" Murong Qingyu sneered: "The seven of you are already disabled, what qualifications do you have to say such things to me? Do you really want me to remove the limbs of the seven of you?  Will you break them all and not give in until you are crippled?"

    "That's not necessarily the case!" The second eldest brother Yinhu sneered: "If my seventh brother were here, you wouldn't be able to win so easily today."

    "Your seventh brother?" Murong Qingyu couldn't help but said with a smile: "Hahaha, gold, silver, copper, iron, black, white and blue, I wonder what your seventh brother's nickname is?"

    "Zhan Hu!" Yin Hu said proudly.

    "War tiger?"

    "Yes, he is the best fighter among our eight brothers! If he were here today, he would definitely kill you!"

    "where is he?"

    "He" Yinhu opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

    "Brothers, Zhan Hu is here!" Just when Murong Qingyu's mouth was crooked and he was about to make a sarcastic comment, a voice suddenly came from outside.  Hearing the sound, everyone in the hall, including Murong Qingyu and Lao Zeng, turned their attention to the entrance.  At the same time, a sturdy man in a black tights walked in from the door.  After entering the door, he first glanced at the other Qi Hu who were squatting or kneeling, and then frowned at Jin Hu and asked, "Brother, who did this?"

    "Seventh brother, you came just in time!" After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Jin Hu's eyes clearly showed a hint of relief. He gritted his teeth, pointed at Murong Qingyu angrily and said, "This kid ignores us, the Eight Tigers of the South.  'Teach him a lesson for me!"

    "Understood, brother!" Zhan Hu's eyes showed a hint of joyful smile, he licked his lips and turned his attention to Murong Qingyu. Without talking nonsense, his legs were slightly bent and he put on a fighting posture.

    Through years of actual combat experience and the opponent's steady and powerful steps, Murong Qingyu roughly saw the opponent's strength, so he calmly clenched his fist slowly.

    "Kill you! Roar!" Accompanied by a roar that was almost like a 'tiger's roar', Zhan Hu suddenly dwarfed, slid out silently, passed over the slippery ground, and leaned in front of Murong Qingyu.  Then, he tilted his body slightly, turned his fist into a claw, and slashed hard at Murong Qingyu's face.  The speed was so fast, it seemed like lightning.

    Seeing this, Murong Qingyu frowned slightly, quickly dodged and retreated a few meters away, then raised his right hand, grabbed Zhan Hu's arm, dragged him, and threw his body violently behind him.  go.  This is the borrowed force in Tai Chi, and it is just right to use it at this time.

    Pulled by this force, Zhan Hu was suddenly thrown out and hit a wine table in front of him at an extremely fast speed.

    "Huh! Zhan Hu, that's all!" Without turning around, Murong Qingyu stood proudly on the spot and murmured to himself.

    "Shut the hell up!" Just as Murong Qingyu finished speaking, Zhan Hu's body suddenly jumped out of the ruins of the wine table.  The muscles all over his body swelled and protruded like hard boulders. He swung his fist and hit Murong Qingyu's head hard.

    Murong Qingyu did not dodge, but stretched his palm back, caught Zhan Hu's fist with his back, then twisted it and broke Zhan Hu's wrist with a 'click'.
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