Chengnan, High-tech Zone, Jinzhu Road.

Furen District, Linjiang City.

The streets are bustling. Even at 11 o'clock in the evening, even if the hustle and bustle of the day fade away, they are still prosperous and rich.

The largest entertainment club in Linjiang City, Yuxianting, and several high-end hotels and hotels, are all located in this generation.

The lights and wine are bright and the traffic is busy. If the bar street is considered a nightclub for civilians, it is a paradise for the rich.

Qin Kun rode his bicycle and passed by Jinzhu Road. At the gate of the Immortal Court, he suddenly saw two familiar figures.

At the street stall, a fat chef was spinning with flying cakes, attracting the attention of many people. The hot oven and the flying cakes with pineapple diced pineapple were baked in a short while, becoming a snack for white-collar workers to return home at night.

"Hey, why are you?"

Before closing the stall, Qin Kun happened to pass by here and saw that the boss was a chef ghost near Qinxue School, and was a little puzzled.

He remembered that the wedding dress ghost took them to the ghost market, so why did he run to the living room to set up a stall again?

The chef ghost saw Qin Kun, hurried forward and handed a cigarette: "Master! Why are you here?"

Qin Kun has lived to this day and is really the first time he was given a cigarette by a ghost. He can't smile bitterly. He remembers that ghosts are afraid of open flames?

"There is a miser, please ask me something." Qin Kun said.

Qin Kun saw that the chef ghost's girlfriend seemed to have become a ghost, and it seemed that the underworld coins he gave played a lot of role.

The chef rubbed his hands and lit a cigarette for himself, laughing and said, "Hehe, the master is so kind and great! We are unforgettable. If you have anything to do if you need a small errand, please give me some instructions. The way back to Aqin and I are in the alley next to us."

When I go back, I will naturally go back to the ghost market.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Linjiang Guomao Building, the alley of Yuxianting is also connected to the Ghost Market.

Qin Kun nodded, and he swept the remaining flying cakes on the stall. This kind of ingredients is similar to the Ghost Shop Kitchen God. It has a taste and taste, and can fill your stomach, but it has no nutrition.

When I saw that it was serious food, I felt relieved.

"Fat Feicake, come two servings!" Yu Xianting, a man in a floral shirt walked out. He was nearly 30 years old, with a big back and a green beard, half-lidded eyelids, obviously he had just finished drinking. He was covered with a suit jacket and a thick gold chain around his neck. It seemed that he was not a good person.

"Boss Li, we have closed the stall..." The fat chef had apologetic on his face.

"I x Nimabi! Do you look down on me?!"

Qingpi Hu turned his lips up, bared his teeth, and kicked the fat chef down with one kick.

The fat chef's face hit the oven, and a scorched mark appeared on his face.

The power is so heavy.

Qin Kun was coldly beside him. He found that Qingpi Hu could even hurt ghosts. He was probably not an ordinary person. Since ancient times, the soldiers and bandits were powerful and invincible, and ghosts and gods were not invaded. This person seemed to be a bandit.

The fat chef was beaten and felt the evil spirit on Qingpi Hu's body. He dared not speak out, so he had to lower his head and rub the noodles silently.

After a while, a flying cake was baked.

"It's already like this... Isn't it over? I have to show off in front of me! Who do you think you are?"

Qingpi Hu patted the fat chef's face, chewed a bite of the crispy flying cake, and said with half-lidding his eyelids.

The second portion of the flying cake was also baked. Qingpi Hu had already finished eating one and was waiting. Unexpectedly, the flying cake in the fat chef's hand was taken away by Qin Kun and bit off a piece.

"Well, the taste is pretty good." Qin Kun praised without anyone else.

Qingpi Hu had a gloomy face: "Boy, this flying cake is mine."

"Your?" Qin Kun was surprised, "Does it agree if you ask it?"

Qingpi Hu's forehead bulged with blue veins, and suddenly picked up the bench and smashed it at Qin Kun's head.

Bang-

The bamboo and wooden bench was beaten apart by Qin Kun.

Qin Kun turned around and kicked Qingpi Hu's waist.

Qingpi Hu sank down, grabbed Qin Kun's whip legs with his palm, pulled it hard, raised his leather shoes, and kicked towards Qin Kun's crotch.

Qin Kun also grabbed Qingpi Hu's foot and slapped his elbow into his chest.

The fat chef was stunned, for some reason the two started fighting.

Aqin next to him grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Go away! Master is standing up for us! Don't cause trouble for him!"

The fat chef immediately understood and moved, and rode the stall car and quickly disappeared into the darkness with Aqin.

Downstairs of the magnificent Immortal Court, several security guards found that there was a fight in front of them, and their faces were in anger.

"Damn it! Don't ask whose territory is here? I have been here for six years and have never seen anyone dare to make trouble at the door of Mr. Li's place!"

An old security guard took the guy and walked towards the other side, but was pulled by the young security guard next to him.

"Captain, don't go over, it's Mr. Li who fights! Be careful, Mr. Li fights us together."

The young security guard obviously had some unpleasant shadows. When the old security guard saw that it was indeed Mr. Li, he stopped going forward.

Who doesn’t know that Mr. Li can fight this generation in Linjiang City? The only requirement for the security director of the Immortal Court is to hold on to ten moves in the hands of Mr. Li. This position has been empty for two years.

However, this fight obviously did not end so soon.

Qingpi Hu and Qin Kun fought together. Qingpi Hu obviously learned kung fu and belonged to the actual combat category. The offensive hits the key points, the crotch, the weakness, the vest, and the neck, all of which are his starting goals.

Qin Kun was even more ruthless, taking a detour, digging his eyes, pulling his hair, spitting, stepping on leather shoes, and pulling his vaginal legs, attacking his weaknesses, slashing his heart, and slashing his neck.

Qingpi Hu was furious. What is this? It’s simply a rogue style of playing!

When will you even spit when you fight? Even if you win, it will make people feel nauseous.

And hair pulling!

He usually values ​​his hair the most. Qin Kun made it into a chicken coop with two or three strokes, and then used his old fists to seal his eyes and cut his neck with one knife. If he was beaten into a panda's eye or was beaten to a stiff pillow, where would he put his face?!

"You wait!"

Qingpi Hu saw Qin Kun's false move to lift his vagina, followed another spit, and quickly retreated and stopped Qin Kun.

This guy is so shameless!!

"Scared? Scared and called Grandpa!"

Qin Kun discovered that this Qingpi Hu had some skills and was very capable of fighting. He knew how strong he was. He had several heavy punches that could hit ordinary people, but this Qingpi Hu was forced to bear it.

However, he seemed to be afraid of spitting and pulling his hair.

Qin Kun sneered, he still cared about his image when he came out to fight. Are you making any mistakes?

"Cai Lifo, Xingyi, Wingchun, Half-step Beng, Qimen Elbow, Who did you learn from?!"

Qingpi Hu was shocked, and Qin Kun's hand was full of tricks, almost covering all practical martial arts.

“I practice watching TV.”

Qingpi Hu heard Qin Kun’s answer and vomited blood. Can your family think of people like this when watching TV? There is no routine between moves, but it is overwhelming, as if he forced the moves to mix them into a pot of chowder.

You should know that every martial arts method must be combined with the breathing rhythm and forced to perform it. It is easy to breathe disorder, damage the spleen, or even feel ischemia and faint.

This is what is often said in novels, "going into a devil".

He can use so many tricks, but it can only prove that his foundation is particularly good!

Qingpi Hu was a little moved.

"Boy, you are not old and you are a piece of material that can be made. Is it good to be my apprentice? I guarantee that you are so popular and delicious!" Qingpi Hu glanced at Qin Kun's bicycle and felt that this kid should not be a rich man. It's a pity that such uncensored jade buried the market.

Qingpi Hu developed a love for talent. Although he is not a master of martial arts, in terms of actual combat, Linjiang City has absolutely no opponent, and he has this confidence.

Qin Kun laughed: "Look at you are not old, how about being my grandson?"

Qingpi Hu was looking forward to Qin Kun's answer. After hearing this, his face changed and he was extremely angry: "I'm fucking!"

Qin Kun then said, "Fuck your grandma! Good grandson, if grandpa doesn't beat you out today, it will be your grandpa!"

Qin Kun's aura was even more ferocious than the Qingpi Hu.

Damn it! Where is this bastard? He is just a slut!

When Qingpi Hu saw Qin Kun gathering another mouthful of thick phlegm, he felt nauseous and weak in his heart: "Damn it, stop! Dad won't fight you anymore!"

Qin Kun spitted on Qingpi Hu's leather shoes with a mouthful of phlegm: "Call Grandpa."

Qingpi Hu saw his leather boots with crystal phlegm, and his heart was bleeding, my Dunhill Road...

Qingpi Hu looked at Qin Kun's provocative smile and resisted the urge to ask his brother to break him. He took a deep breath and said, "Make a friend, Dad is named Li Shanwang, come to Yuxianting to play in the future. Report my name. No one dares to accept your money."

Li Nimabi’s mountain king! My name is Qin Dasheng!

Qin Kun looked contemptuous: "I said grandson, is grandpa short of your money?"

Qin Kun pointed to his windbreaker: "It's 1,300 yuan, tell me I'm short of that little money for you?"

Qingpi Hu was speechless for a while. 1,300 yuan, can I buy 30 pieces of you with just one leather shoe?

Qin Kun seemed to not realize how insignificant the price he quoted, thinking that it shocked Qingpi Hu, and sneered: "Grandpa saw your silly look with a greasy and pink face, and really didn't have the interest of playing with women. I appreciate you!"

Qin Kun handed over the flying cake that he had taken a bite and rode his bicycle.

Qingpi Hu could feel the saliva smell on the flying cake from a distance and threw it into the trash can.

"What's your name? Leave a name!" Qingpi Hu asked loudly when he saw Qin Kun leaving.

With Qin Kun’s experience in the world, he must never report to his family. This green beard is obviously not a good bird. He is not afraid of such evil forces now, but Qin Xue is still in school and her parents are still in her hometown, which is indeed his weakness.

"Just call me grandpa, good grandson."

Qin Kunyang left, and the green-skinned beard's eyelids twitched. He remembered this person.

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Chapter completed!