its 029: Speak with your fist

"Why can't you drive it away?" Gong Ping was stunned and waved his hand again. This time, he used more strength, but the monster seemed to be rooted in his arm. No matter how he swept, he didn't leave.

"Is it true that the fate of unity with murder must be put on the host?" Yun shouted in surprise, "What...what should I do?"

"I can't kill Qiu Hua, can I?" Gong Ping frowned.

"Then use Huang Jing to kill Mu Shan in seven days, and then kill Huang Jing..." Yun rushed out.

"Honey, what do you think of me? A cold-blooded murderer?" Gong Ping was unhappy and shouted in a hurry, "What should I do? I told you before that I can't fight against other people's bad luck at all! This thing is no better than the bad luck of not having a murderous heart. This... Such a guy will kill people! If you don't eliminate it in time within seven days, you will die!"

"That's not necessarily true." Gong Ping smiled at this time, "I've already figured out a way."

"What's the way?" Yun asked curiously.

"Confidential."

"Humph!" Luck floated to one side. But after a long time, he flew back and couldn't help asking curiously, "It's okay if you don't tell me that method, but why did you help Huang Jing?"

"It's very simple." Gong Ping smiled, looked at Yun, and asked without answering, "Have you grown a pupil?"

"Real? I don't know." Yun touched his eyes in surprise and didn't feel anything. Then he flew to the nearby glass window and looked at him: "Ah, it scares me. Now I think I'm so weird."

"With pupils, the expression is much richer, as if you have a life." Gong Ping said, "Now I feel that you are more spiritual than before, and you are no longer stupid. Does this mean that your wisdom has increased? Or does it represent an improvement in your ability?

"Don't make me happy. You haven't answered my question yet."

"It's very simple." Gong Ping said, "First, I don't think she is a bad person. Second, I'm not sure that anyone hates Mu Shan more than me besides her. If she dies because of the bad luck that Mushan inflicted on her, and it is not my murderous intention to replace her, then it will be troublesome, and we have to find Mushan's enemies from the beginning. The third... I just thought of it now, that is, I have to rely on her to eliminate the bad luck on my arm.

"So that's it!" Yun suddenly realized, "I also thought about this, but at that time I thought that if Huang Jing died, her murderous intention would disappear. If your murderous intention turned into bad luck, it would be easier to kill Mu Shan, but I forgot that there was still such a possibility. Yes, if there is anyone who hates Mu Shan more than you, we will be miserable. But how are you going to ask her to help eliminate bad luck?

"It's going to work out. I don't want to take any risks during this period." Gong Ping said. As for bad luck, isn't that her murderous intention? If her hatred for Qiu Hua disappears, can this monster still survive?

"Well, it makes sense!" Yun clapped his hands, "Why didn't I think of this? It's really simple! But how do you plan to make Huang Jing understand Qiu Hua?

After walking forward for a while, just after turning a corner, a man wearing a black cap suddenly came up from the shadow and whispered, "Brother, do you have money?"

"What?" Gong Ping was stunned. The man took out a dagger from his pocket and shook it in front of the palace plane: "Brother, did you come out of the rich area? Then you must not be short of money. I've been short of money recently, so I can borrow it. Give me the wallet."

"Do you think I look like a rich man?" Gong Ping asked. The man looked him up and down and shook his head: "It's really not very similar. But you can't let me talk for nothing, can you? I'm thin-skinned. Just take pity on me, wallet, come on, I don't want to stab you with this knife, really.

"Okay." Gong Ping sighed and reached out his wallet from his pocket.

"Hey, you're not real, are you?" Yun shouted beside him, "You just remitted 3,000 yuan to your parents the day before yesterday. The rest are all your living expenses this month. Don't you want to live?"

"That's interesting." The other party smiled and reached out to pick it up, but Gong Ping deliberately let go of his hand, and the wallet fell to the ground. The man's eyes followed the wallet and his head lowered. At this moment, Gong Ping suddenly took a step forward and punched the man's face hard. The man's body leaned back and staggered back a few steps, pointing to Gong Ping. He just opened his mouth and said the word "you" and fell to the ground. He was knocked unconscious by Gong Ping's punch.

"It hurts so much!" Gong Ping shook his hand. He never thought that his fist would hurt so much when he hit someone in the face. Yes, the human face is a very thin layer of muscles, and below is an extremely hard bone. Of course, it will hurt if you punch the bone so hard. He muttered, "It seems that it's not easy to beat people."

"I'm scared to death." Yun Chang took a breath, "It turns out that you deliberately attracted his attention so that you could take the opportunity to do it. You are so deceitful!"

"I learned this trick online." Gong Ping picked up his wallet with a smile and stuffed it back into his arms. These days, I look everywhere when I have nothing to do, such as women's self-defense, judo wrestling hooligan fighting and so on. After all, I don't have any fighting ability now. If I can learn a little self-defense first, just learn a little first.

When Gong Ping successfully saved himself, Fang Xinxing was going all out to the sandbag in the boxing hall. The sound of ping-pong resounded through the boxing hall, and the students did not know what kind of madness Fang Xinxing was.

"What's the matter? Are you working so hard today?" Fang Quan walked over and asked with concern as he helped his daughter hold the sandbag that had been beaten around.

"Nothing!" Fang Xinxing's eyes were sharp, more or less angry, and punched the sandbag fiercely. The strength was so strong that Fang Quan, who was holding the sandbag, also shook.

"No, to be honest, who provoked you?" Since his wife's death, Fang Quan has been bringing up his daughter alone. He knows her too well.

"I said it was nothing!" With this roar, it was a heavy punch. Under this heavy punch, Fang Quan almost loosened the sandbag and sat down.

"Good boy, are you so angry?" Fang Quan grinned and laughed.

"I've said it, it's nothing!" Fang Xinxing hummed and took off his gloves, threw it aside, walked over and got a skipping rope and jumped up. As he jumped, he thought to himself, "That hateful guy, why didn't you come? Is there no perseverance? I was still looking forward to him, thinking that he could become a master, but I didn't expect... this hateful guy!"

At this moment, the door of the boxing hall was pushed open, and three strong men came in. Two of them were in their twenties. When they were dressed, one was wearing a black bright leather jacket and jeans, and the other was wearing a big shorts. The upper body was a black tight vest, very xian xing。

The man walking in the middle is in his thirties, with a slight stubble on his chin, a square face, and a thick neck, which looks extremely strong.

"What's the matter with you?" When Fang Quan saw someone coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Do you teach boxing here?" The man with a thick neck smiled and was polite. My two friends have always wanted to learn fighting skills, but they don't like those useless routines. I told them, it's better to learn boxing, which is simple, practical and quick to get started, and has a good future.

"Then you have come to the right place." Fang Quan smiled and pointed to the wall: "Although I'm old now, I used to be awesome. I once won the national championship."

"Really?" The black leather jacket looked up at the award certificate, "This kind of thing, you can make a few for a person who can apply for a certificate on the street for more than ten yuan, right?"

"Why are you so rude?" The man with a thick neck frowned, "There are so many students, and such a complete equipment, it is a formal athlete at first glance."

"That's not necessarily true." The man in big shorts curled his lips: "This doesn't mean anything."

"It doesn't matter." Fang Quan smiled and said, "We can try to learn here. If you are interested, we will practice here today. If you think it's okay, we can decide tomorrow."

"That's great." The man with a thick neck nodded.

"What can you learn in the trial?" The man in the black leather jacket snorted, "If you want to come, come seriously. Let's see if you really have two. I don't want to be cheated out of the hard-earned money by fake martial arts.

"Then how do you want to try?" Fang Quan asked.

"Up to the ring." The man in the black leather jacket pointed to the center boxing ring and said, "Let's play twice - I've practiced a little in the past. Try it and you will know whether you have real ability, or treat others as fools and cheat money here."

"What do you mean? Smash the scene?" The two people who were practicing confrontation in the ring stopped, and one of them pointed to the man in the black leather jacket with a dissatisfied face.

"misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The thick-necked man hurriedly waved his hand, "We are here to learn. My friend is a little anxious, but this is also human nature. This kind of thing is very common in foreign countries. If you want to teach others things, you have to prove to others that you have good things. Didn't you try anything and just follow it? That's a little silly."

"What did you say?" The tall man was enraged, "Who do you think is stupid?"

Other students also stopped practicing and looked this way one after another. Fang Quan waved his hand and said, "Continue to practice!" Then he smiled at the man in the black leather jacket and said, "Okay, please." With that, he walked into the ring, picked up a pair of gloves and put them on his hand. The two students immediately got off the ring and made room for them.

The man in the black leather jacket took off the jacket, gave it to his companion, and then jumped into the ring. Fang Quan pointed to the boxing road guard in the corner of the ring: "Put it on."

The other party found a suitable boxing cover and put it on his hand, and then kicked the protective gear aside: "This kind of thing is boring!"

"You'd better wear it, otherwise it's easy to get hurt." Fang Quan smiled.

"I'm not made of paper." The other party smiled and suddenly rushed over and punched Fang Quan hard.

"It's a master!" When Fang Quan saw the other party's footwork, his heart sank down.