fictionpage Chapter 206: Good Shaolin Kung Fu
Chapter 206: Good Shaolin Kung Fu
Chapter 206
"Shaolin Kungfu? Where?"
The boss has never heard of it, and wants to see what he can do.
"That guy is!"
There is no need to look back, the elder brother pointed his back, and Zhou Xing moved his shoulders and rubbed his hands on the spot.
"Just one person?"
"One person is enough!"
"No, I remember that you are not an iron head? Come on stage with him tonight!"
Holding a half-broken wine bottle in his hand, the owner of the dance hall remembered that his elder brother had such a hand
With a big wave of his hand, he settled for the two of them.
When they performed on stage at night, the two of them wore monk hair covers, and each of them carried a guitar in their hands, and they spoke directly with a light tone.
"Shaolin Kung Fu is good~!"
"It's really good!"
The big brother is the lead singer, and Zhou Xing follows him, responsible for the harmony.
Every time the elder brother sings a line, Zhou Xing will follow up.
"I am Iron Head Skill, he is King Kong Leg..."
The two performed hilariously, and the boss in the audience was furious. He lifted his shirt, revealing two empty wine bottles buttoned under his clothes.
Obviously, the owner of the singing and dancing hall was afraid that he saw the big brother's head and hands itching, so he wanted to go up and chop him up with his own hands.
No matter how cheerfully the elder brother smiled on the stage, after stepping down from the stage, he would be as ruthless as he was beating him.
The two shook their heads and wriggled around on the stage, singing so well that people wanted to give them a hard time.
When he turned around, a wine bottle flew out from under the stage, and with a whoosh, it hit Zhou Xing on the forehead!
The boss in the audience looked at the bottle in his hand in bewilderment, he hadn't thrown it yet, why was Zhou Xing smashed?
"What are you singing like ghosts and wolves!"
Looking in the direction of the source of the sound, four or five hooligans and guys dressed as gangsters walked out of the crowd, pointed at the faces of Zhou Xing and the senior brother and scolded them.
However, even as hooligans, they are reasonable hooligans, and this time they are only looking for the culprit.
"Tell me, which idiot wrote this broken word, and this can also be called a song?!"
The elder brother was very conscientious, without saying a word, he pointed at Zhou Xing who was lying on the ground, and sold him directly.
Then walk away silently, lest the conflict spread to yourself.
"Hey, everyone; don't get angry, if you have any opinions, we will accept rectification, but the song hasn't reached its climax yet, how do you know if it sounds good or not.
Besides, with our Shaolin, two powerful vajra legs, and a master of iron head kungfu, there is no need to worry at all!"
Zhou Xing got up and tried to reason.
It's a pity that the opponent has never been a good opponent, so he picked up the stick in his hand and gave Zhou Xing a blow on the head:
"Iron head skills, right?"
Seeing how cruel these gangsters are, the big brother walked further and further away, hurting Zhou Xing while walking:
"Look, I told you that the lyrics are not good!"
Compared with the senior brother who was smiling like a flower on the stage, he was a completely different person at the moment.
"I'm not a hard-working man, he is!"
Even if he was given a stick, Zhou Xing still insisted on being reasonable, instead of choosing to use his own kung fu to fight back.
"Return to the iron head!"
Another stick.
"He is!"
"I don't care if you're good or not, if you say you're an iron-headed artist, you're an iron-headed artist!"
Have you ever seen a reasonable bastard?
Today they are calling a deer a horse!
"Diamond legs!"
Zhou Xing knocked his head here, and senior brother kicked his legs here.
"He is the diamond leg!"
"I'll give you diamond legs!"
After a round of beatings, the elder brother was pushed to the ground by these gangsters and started kicking in circles.
Zhou Xing's head was beaten to pieces, and blood gradually flowed out from under the hood.
Fighting on the stage, watching a play off the stage, you hit yours, I watch mine, the two sides do not interfere with each other.
Zhou Xing and Zhou Xing were beaten, but no one from the audience came forward to point them out, and people just watched.
In the end, Zhou Xing and his brothers were both beaten to the ground by these gangsters.
Seeing that they couldn't stand up, the gangster took over the owner of the singing and dancing hall, and the musical instruments placed in the center of the stage began to play by themselves.
The screen came to Mingfeng's side.
In a remote corner, he is solving his physical needs.
The eyes are all around, just in case someone is peeping.
On the wall covered with white paint and written [No defecating in places, a soda can made a hole in it.
Seeing this, Ming Feng limped to the wall with his feet dragged. Looking at the slightly familiar beer can and the paper mixed inside, he shivered all over.
The trembling palm slowly stretched out, took out the note in the jar through the opening, and opened it for a look.
Impressively written Shaolin authentic, powerful King Kong legs!
Using both hands, Mingfeng pulled the can out of the crack in the wall, a huge crack spread rapidly along the center of the hole made by the can, and within a few seconds, it covered the entire wall!
The moment the cans left the wall, the wall collapsed because of the loss of the last support.
And behind the wall, there is a guy Ming Feng is very familiar with. He has never met him before, but because Zhou Xing is too weird, he wants to forget it, and it won't be able to do it in a short while.
An invisible aura spread over Zhou Xing and the six people he confronted.
Especially when one of the people in the confrontation slapped a football like a basketball, the atmosphere on the scene became even more tense.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar figure from the back, Ming Feng supported the surrounding wall with his hands, and began to circle around Zhou Xing, until he saw his face, he showed a surprised expression.
The camera zooms in, and the six people confronting Zhou Xing are not just passers-by.
It was the gangsters who knocked Zhou Xing and his big brother unconscious that day in the dance hall!
"Why, the skin is itchy again, and I still want to beat it!"
The leader of 427 naturally recognized Zhou Xing, but he didn't take this kid seriously.
"Fighting? I promised my master not to fight! But, sorry, you still have to say it!"
Zhou Xing's upper body was bare, and he was not wearing shoes on the soles of his feet, so he didn't look very normal.
"Brother, did this kid make us feel stupid?"
One said cautiously, they don't really want to provoke neuropathy, they are not normal people after all.
Normal people are afraid, but neuropathy is not necessarily!
"Do you believe him? Are you still apologizing? I'm going to hit you today, call me Grandpa!"
With an order, the gangsters held sticks and drew towards Zhou Xing.
This time it was not in the dance hall, and there were not so many innocent people going to play, which allowed Zhou Xing to let go of his hands and feet.
Back and forth, left and right, accurately kick the sticks in everyone's hands, after kicking the weapons.
The moment he was about to land on a gangster's head, Zhou Xing stopped, and his feet were right in front of the gangster!
The strong wind from his legs blew away his hair, making him dare not move any more.
If it wasn't for Zhou Xing's deliberate effort to keep his hand, the kick was solid, and if he didn't get his head kicked by this bastard, it would be because he was slack in his skills and failed to practice well.
"Don't mess around... Didn't you promise your master not to fight? Calm down, calm down..."
Seeing Zhou Xing's true ability, the gangsters whose weapons were kicked off by him were stunned.
"Who said I came to fight?".