Romance of Dragons and Snakes

The woman in purple has a mediocre face, a crisp ponytail with tied hair and no glitter in her eyes. With a fashion magazine in her hand, she sits quietly in a chair in the lounge of the airport, which is one of the many travellers who cannot see.

There is too much traffic at De Gaulle Airport in France. Passenger traffic like this does not know tens of millions of people every day, and this woman has no attacking surname in her eyes, so even Yan Yuanyi, Wuyunlong, Liu Mubai and other experts have not noticed that they are being watched.

Watching Yan Yuanyi several random people talk about Wang Chao's situation gradually went away. Until the shadow disappeared in the crowd, the purple clothes woman retracted her eyes and did not get up. Instead, he looked at the fashion magazine in his hand and finally glanced at a gossip story.

“Chanel's daughter director finalized a top cosmetics order with the British royal family, and the recent series of kidnappings that plagued the woman director did not seem to have any effect on her. ”

The news is very ordinary. It simply shows the half of Zhang Tong's female director. Zhang Tong's charm and appearance in the magazine are beautiful and mature.

“Zhang Tong, Zhang Tong, you also have a vision. I could see my dick's potential and tell him to owe you a favor. There aren't many eyes for such a person. ”

Playing the magazine on the player, the purple coat woman whispered to herself, revealing a slight smile on her face that nobody could understand, “But the pen of the little brother is getting bigger and bigger, beheading the family, contacting the big circle, now using the god assassination group as a springboard to wash cards directly against the forces of the entire Chinese world. Fine, fine. Let's just erase all the enemies, hopefully after this one it will be clean, at least at our wedding time there will be no more disruptors. ”

Then she left the magazine on the table, and she stood up.

Naturally, she is Tang Zidu, the supreme leader of the entire Tang Gate.

Only Tang Zidu God's general psychological control ability, implicit spirit, can hide his eyes and not be perceived by Dan level masters.

“The god's ‘god' seems to have had his first fight for eighty-nine years, but he always wanted to see the type of 'planting lotus in fire' again, and to see the true face of the man who calls himself 'god’. Unfortunately, if I did not happen to encounter my little brother between the time I returned home and the moment I did not rise up to teach him martial arts, perhaps the strongest person in the world would be you. Unfortunately, after you meet my little brother, you will know that you are not God. In this world, beyond my dick, there won't be, and there won't be. ”

After sighing, Tang Zidu moved into the river's endless crowd.

“Life is amazing. Who knows, the teenager I met, who was able to really shield me from the rain, wash my cards for the whole world, became the home of my life. Maybe I didn't even anticipate that change myself. ”

Tang Zidu had just merged into the crowd, and suddenly a thunderstorm appeared above the shady sky, followed by heavy rainfall, and the whole of France seemed to be submerged in a rain-fed sea.

Wow, wow... the storm is pounding outside and seems to destroy the whole world.

“Why is it raining so hard this morning? I can't even drive anymore. Low visibility and seemed to see the momentum, it was hard to stop until noon when it rained. ”

Zhang Tong drove a car through the streets of Paris in a pouring rain. After entering the Chinatown Chinese power, he stopped in front of a building that looked like a gymnasium.

Outside this gymnasium-style building is the golden sign "Wudang Swordsmanship Dojo”.

Needless to say, this is similar to Taekwondo, the karate dojo-style sword gallery was built at the expense of Zhang Tong.

“It's almost summer and the weather is changing very normally. The storm on the Indonesian side was worse, with a slightly bigger tsunami, and the power of the falling apart was small for everyone to look at. ”

Wang Chao had seen a lot of storms. In the Southern Ocean, he practiced boxing on the tsunami beach. Windstorms like this are so hairy.

“Well, let's go inside the dojo. Today, the Chinese community is bringing the elite here to meet. They're already here, and it doesn't seem good to keep them waiting.” Xia Yu fainted his lips, pointing to all kinds of small cars parked in the parking lot.

It turns out that yesterday Wang Chao and the Chinese community are about to get old. Today, bring all the elites together at this Wudang swordsmanship dojo, and let yourself pick members and discuss a series of things.

Wang Chao nodded and walked into the swordsmanship dojo.

The entire swordsmanship dojo is also not very wide, about 300 square meters, the ground is hardwood, the ground is rough and not smooth to polish, but you take off your shoes barefoot, but you can clearly feel the comfort of the wood texture in the heart of the footboard.

The center of the dojo is a black and white tai chi map with a wooden shelf next to the wall with a mouthful of pure steel sword on the shelf, openings on both sides, a glance at the brightness, and a fine crack of ice on top. Wang Chao is also an expert in swords. At first glance, these pure steel swords are bloodletting, sharp to the extreme superior color. They are definitely not the iron leather that ordinary martial arts halls are used to perform, let alone the bamboo swords used for training in other Kendo halls.

Tai Chi diagrams, weapons racks, many sword plots hanging on the walls, have been plotted through the pulse points of the human body. The style of the entire swordsmanship dojo is very intense.

Outside is the Paris metropolis, exotic. As soon as we entered this sword gallery, it seemed to be in the ancient Chinese view of the avenue.

At this time, however, Wang Chao did not have time to appreciate these because there are now many people sitting on the floor of this dojo.

There are no chairs in the dojo, you can only sit on the floor, and the wood floors are very clean, so take off your socks when everyone comes in. Wash the floor.

Most of the people present were the bosses of the association Wang Chao met yesterday, and some of them were full of spirit, unable to sit still and relaxed. Obviously, these are some of the “elite” players in the French Chinese community who can kill.

Any Chinese association must mix abroad, cannot kill, and lack the means of violence is absolutely impossible. And of all the violent gangs that have killed, there is no shock in the scene, and neither can the best player.

Similar to the top hitters of the "Double Flower Red Stick” in the floodgates, in any society. This group may not be the boss, the leader of the community, but it is undoubtedly the most combative and the most murderous.

“Mr. Wang, this party was initiated by you. But today you've kept so many of us waiting. The rankings are too big. ”

Just as Wang Chao came in, a young man sitting on the floor with his hands in his arms suddenly stood up.

The young man was carrying a two-foot-long blue cloth baggage, very wide, like a peasant. Obviously, the bread in the cloth is metallic.

As he stood up and spoke, Wang Chao felt a fierce to extreme breath of oppression towards himself!

“Oh?” In the face of this young man's sudden rise and vigour, Wang Zhaoli shouted: “Are you carrying a knife? You do it. ”

Wang Chao spoke very directly and asked nothing.

Although he is famous and able to hold on, some of the people present today are first-class gold medal players of "Double Flower Red Stick”, they are usually also cattle, and the walking crab character, even if Wang is famous, suddenly asked them to organize into a group, listening to his arrangement, most of his heart is still uncomfortable.

This is not true. As soon as Wang Chao came in, someone provoked him.

Wang Chao also thinks it is normal to organize a group of walking crab characters. It is not normal without provocation.

“Huaqing Gang, Xue Xue Xue, you have a bigger reputation than me, but if you want me to listen to you, you have to show me your hand. ”

Between the words, this young Huaqing gang spoke, shaking his baggage, revealing a knife on a leather condom, the leather condom then smoked, heh! A wide, bone-crusting knife has been held in the hand.

This knife is really a pig-killing knife. It looks heavy and heavy. The sharp knife tip blade seems to be newly polished.

“The Huaqing gang is a first-rate swordsman, made by chefs, slaughtered pigs, slaughtered cattle, slaughtered horses. How much kung fu do you have? Let me see. Do you have any kung fu? ”

Wang Chao looked at it, casually said.

Just as he spoke, the young man did not answer. He grabbed his toes and moved forward. One grab was a foot's distance. He grabbed five or six strokes on the ground in an instant and went to Wang Chao, which was to stab him with a knife.

Wang Chao frowned, just one finger, directly on the knife, buzz! Like Hung Zhong Dalu, the young man stood as if the knife had been drawn by an iron stick, violently shook, holding the knife unstable, and fell to the ground.

Everyone here was shocked.

“This kind of kung fu is just hard to organize against the god assassination group.” Wang Chao's ears moved between words. Instead of ignoring the young man, his eyes looked out the door.

Outside the roof of the door, it is still raining heavily, but rarely can you see a man wearing a brassiere approaching.

The man in the fitted clothes walked out of the rain under the roof without dripping water. He didn't look up, and everyone saw his face clearly.

“Who is he? There's a guard at the gate. How did you let this man in?” When they heard the sound of footsteps, the Hua gang bosses who were sitting in the dojo, the gold-minded players looked over. A big man asked.

“I came to kick the museum.” The man wearing the goggles still lowered his head and made a purifying sound. “In addition to kicking, I'm here to kill people today. ”

“It's raining well. Kill someone, I can just walk without leaving a trace. ”

(To be continued)