Chapter 272 You Say It!

The fight between Tuberose and Qingshouhui caused a big stir in Heishipao.

Before the fight, Tang Peigong came with flags, reporters, and more than a hundred disciples to fight.

On the way back, the disciples found a stretcher, called a doctor, and ran back to the mansion crying and howling.

Tang Peigong was seriously injured.

Qingshouhui was seriously injured.

The disciples cried everywhere, saying that Tuberose did not follow the rules and used force in the literary arena.

Qingshouhui had close contacts with the big gangs, and the big gangs controlled the big newspapers. In terms of publicity, Qingshouhui had more advantages than Tuberose.

But from the perspective of publicity, Qingshouhui suffered a big loss.

No matter how they explained it, they lost, and lost ugly.

Moreover, Wu Decheng, the martial elder, never expressed his position. He did not make it clear whether the two parties agreed to a literary or martial competition. He only said that there might be some misunderstandings here.

The celebrities who witnessed the event were not in a position to speak, as they did not understand the rules of the competition.

Three days later, the entire Black Slope only remembered one thing: Night Jasmine defeated the Qing Shouhui in the competition, and the elder of the Qing Shouhui was knocked down and almost killed.

Cinemas across the country began to show "Blood Gun Detective", and people ignored the warnings given by the Qing Shouhui before.

The sales of "Night Jasmine" were getting better and better, and the printing workload was getting bigger and bigger. In order to print more magazines, Ma Wu stayed up until three o'clock in the morning. He had just slept for two hours when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

"What happened!" Ma Wu shivered with fear and quickly got up from the bed.

When he went out, everyone except Li Banfeng was awakened by the sound. The sound came from the roof.

There was a whistle on the roof, which was used by the factory to remind people to start work, eat, and sleep.

The boiler was broken and there was no steam. What was the whistle thinking?

Ma Wu was thinking about the reason when Xiao Chuanzi came over with coal dust all over his face: "Master Wu, the boiler has been repaired!"

"Which boiler?"

"The boiler in the yard!"

Ma Wu said angrily: "Why are you repairing it?"

Xiao Chuanzi lowered his head and said nothing. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights and finally fixed the boiler.

Ma Wu calmed down for a moment and said: "Since the boiler has been repaired, go buy a decent printing press to save us from working so hard."

Xiao Chuanzi was happy and went to buy a printing press happily.

Li Banfeng slept until noon and walked out of the Suishenju refreshed. He walked around the factory twice and was about to go to the city when someone came to report that Wu Decheng, the elder of the Qingshou Association, was here again.

Li Banfeng asked someone to clean up a clean factory room and the two sat down face to face.

"Elder Wu, the tea is brewing. It will be ready soon. The poison is not ordinary this time. It is not bitter or astringent. There is no foreign taste. You can try it later."

Wu Decheng smiled and shook his head and said, "Boss Ye, you hit too hard. Elder Tang may not be able to get out of bed for a year or two."

Li Banfeng was quite helpless: "Elder Wu, why did you ask him to fight? Isn't he asking for death? My men saved his life. It's his good fortune."

Wu Decheng nodded: "That's the truth. The next fight is scheduled for tomorrow night. Don't forget our previous agreement."

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just sending a few people to go through the motions. I will definitely not forget it!"

Wu Decheng stood up and said goodbye. Li Banfeng saw him out the door.

Looking at his back, Li Banfeng touched the pendulum on his waist: "This time I have to rely on you to do your best."

"Master, just tell me if you have any instructions."

...

Wu Decheng left the "Night Jasmine" newspaper office and returned to his house.

There were four disciples sitting in the study room, a fifth-level martial arts practitioner named Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level literary practitioner named Rao Shaofeng, a fourth-level physical practitioner named Cheng Ziyan, and a fourth-level poison practitioner named Yue Qingsong.

These four disciples were the four most capable fighters under Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng poured a glass of wine for everyone: "Everyone, you have followed me for many years and suffered a lot of grievances, especially from Tang Peigong, you have been bullied a lot."

The four people held the wine glasses and said in unison: "Disciples are willing!"

"Tomorrow's battle is related to our honor and disgrace in this life. If we win, Heishipo will be our world in the future. If we lose, we will not be able to gain a foothold in Heishipo in the future.

Before going to the ring tomorrow, you must look carefully. If the surnamed Ye goes to the ring, I will also go to the ring. If the surnamed Ye does not go to the ring, I will watch from below.

I have an agreement with him. In this battle, the surnamed Ye is here to admit defeat. He will definitely send some bastards to the ring to go through the motions.

Don't be soft-hearted. No matter who he sends, you must kill him directly. If the surnamed Ye goes to the ring, kill him too. If he doesn't go to the ring, The stage, you kill all the people on the stage, rush to the stage and kill him.

Don't worry about the supporters around him, the master will fight with you at that time! "

The matter was settled, and the eldest disciple Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level martial artist, was a little worried: "Master, if we kill the man surnamed Ye directly, will people criticize us?"

"What criticism?" Wu Decheng laughed, "saying that we are too cruel? But who asked them to go to the stage? How can they care about so many things on the stage?

Who pitied Tang Peigong after he was beaten into that state? Even if there were a few people who talked about it at that time, they would forget about it after three or five days.

People in this world only remember the winners. No matter how pitiful the losers are, they are just making fun of others.

Remember, take the head of the man surnamed Ye back. Heishipo is ours!"

……

The next day, at 5:30 in the evening, both parties came to the ring on time.

The workers had just finished work and didn't even bother to eat. They all came to watch the beating.

"Guess who will win this time?"

"I've heard that this time, it's a serious martial arts competition. Elder Wu personally took action. Boss Ye is in a much better situation."

"Last time you said there was more misfortune than good, but didn't Boss Ye still win?"

"It was different last time..."

"Don't talk nonsense. One hundred Huan national notes. I'll bet you, Boss Ye. Do you dare to bet?"

The onlookers have already opened their handicap.

With a sleepy look on his face, Li Banfeng came to the side of the ring and said hello to Wu Decheng: "Elder Wu, should I admit defeat as soon as I go up, or should we fight for a while?"

Wu Decheng frowned: "Boss Ye, don't tell such jokes. When we get to the ring, we all have to look at our abilities."

"Okay, it depends on your ability, do you take it seriously if you're just making a fool of yourself..." Li Banfeng yawned and called three people to the stage.

Just as Wu Decheng expected, the man named Ye came here eager to admit defeat, and his attitude was extremely non-serious.

None of those who could fight before came, and the three people who came on the field really didn't see it.

There was a strong man, quite tall, but very bloated, and he didn't look like he was practicing martial arts.

The other two were short and thin, as if they had not eaten enough, and could not walk steadily.

Looking at their attire, they were all wearing coarse cloth, their bodies were covered with oil, and their faces were covered with soot.

This is too perfunctory.

The person named Ye probably hired a few workers who had just finished work from the factory and wanted to fool them casually.

Wu Decheng lowered his voice and said, "Boss Ye, is this your person?"

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "What's wrong? Are you disgusted? The few people you brought on stage are not that good either!"

Wu Decheng looked next to Li Banfeng. He didn't even bring a support.

Okay, young man, you are arrogant enough.

Don't cry for a while!

A whistle blew, and both sides prepared for battle.

Four of Wu Decheng's disciples entered the ring.

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What do you mean? There are only three of me, and you have four, so you can bully the few with more, right?"

This sentence was spoken in a high-pitched voice, and people around him started talking about it.

Wu Decheng remained silent. His disciple Rao Shaofeng, a fifth-level literary cultivator, stepped forward and said, "Boss Ye, aren't you here too? Why not come on stage to discuss things."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What am I going to do? I'm going to lose anyway and be embarrassed?"

Wu Decheng quickly put an end to the topic. If this continues, the person named Ye will leak the matter: "Three on three is fine, Qingsong, just stop it."

Fourth-level poison cultivator Yue Qingsong walked down from the ring and stood next to Wu Decheng.

The second whistle sounded, and both sides determined their manpower and could not go back on their word.

The third whistle sounded, and the two sides started fighting.

Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level martial artist, took the lead in rushing towards the strong man.

Among these three people, it seemed that only this strong man could handle the situation twice.

The strong man did not dare to fight and retreated quickly.

A thin man came to Wu Rongjin with his waist bent, stretched out his foot, and Wu Rongjin staggered.

Wu Rongjin punched the man back.

The man dodged easily and said with a smile: "You can't hit me, why are you so stupid?"

Wu Rongjin raised his foot and kicked the man again, but the man dodged again: "Why are you blind? Where are you kicking me? I'm here!"

This man's words were really irritating. Wu Rongjin chased and beat the man. The man dodged while laughing and cursing:

"Why did your mother give birth to such a useless person like you? Such a big person can't even walk?

Look at your stupid feet, you can't even separate them. With your virtue, you can still compete in the ring, but you can't keep up with the heat even when you eat shit. "

Wu Rongjin was furious. He didn't look at the timing of his move and moved his steps widely. The man seized the opportunity and kicked him in the calf.

The force of this move was not strong, but the position was precise. Wu Rongjin's legs were mixed together and he fell to the ground.

The thin man smiled and said, "If I hadn't told you, I wouldn't be able to keep up with the heat even if I ate shit."

The burly man behind him advised: "Don't say that, it's hot."

He took out a bucket from his clothes and put it on Wu Rongjin's head.

Wu Rongjin was vomiting for a while, but before he could take off the bucket, he was kicked by the man, breaking his leg bones, breaking his arm and kicking him off the ring.

Who is this man? How come you can fight so well?

This is not a man, this is a street woman.

Pendulum has the ability to put on makeup and make the street-swearing woman look like a man.

Needless to say, Zhong Pendulum's makeup skills have improved so much that even Li Banfeng didn't recognize her at first.

The appearance can be fake, but the figure cannot be fake. The old lady is so thin, and she looks even thinner when she transforms into a man.

Wu Rongjin lay on the ground and yelled: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you come and help me!"

He scolded his two junior brothers, three against three, and watched him get beaten.

His two junior brothers wanted to come up to help him, but they couldn't spare their efforts and were entangled by another thin man.

Fighting one against two, this thin man did not lose at all.

This is Aqin, the sixth level of physical cultivation.

Wu Rongjin has been kicked off the ring, and according to the rules, he cannot come back up. Now it has become a two-on-three fight.

Two against one can't gain any advantage, so how can two against three?

Rao Shaofeng, a fifth-level literary cultivator, shouted angrily: "You can't bully the minority!"

Same text and common rules.

The bloated strong man held the bucket and said, "Then I won't fight."

This strong man is a weakling, with only second-level cultivation. If you say you won't fight, we won't fight him. He can't fight him anyway.

There were four people left, two against two, and after a short confrontation, Wen Xiu Rao Shaofeng shouted: "Soar up to 90,000 miles!"

He jumped up and prepared to attack from the air.

90,000 miles was impossible, but the skill of making his words come true did allow him to fly quite high, at least 7 or 8 meters.

Aqin was originally a grasshopper. He spread his wings, jumped up, grabbed Rao Shaofeng's ankle with one hand, pulled him in the air, turned around, and fell heavily on the ring.

Aqin immediately landed, stepped forward and stepped on Rao Shaofeng's chest, and Rao Shaofeng vomited blood immediately.

There was still one fourth-level Cheng Ziyan left, and he left himself a backup, but when he saw Aqin and the street-swearing woman coming over together, Cheng Ziyan suddenly turned around and released a cloud of smoke.

Aqin covered her nose.

The street-swearing woman spat: "He's a weasel, that guy just put out the golden juice, and you just farted, who can stand this!"

The two kicked Cheng Ziyan off the ring.

Woo!

The whistle sounded, and the fight was over.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses, and there was silence.

This fight was pretty good, but it didn't smell good.

Wu Decheng shouted angrily: "Ye, you cheated!"

Li Banfeng replied: "How did I cheat!"

"You dare to lie to me!"

Li Banfeng shouted: "What did I lie to you about? You tell me, and you tell me loudly!"

"I said..."

How can I say this?

Wu Decheng was so angry that he trembled. While his attention was all on Li Banfeng, Xiao Genzi took a spoon and threw it in Wu Decheng's face.

"You tell me!"

PS: This spoon is very important.