"My legs were broken when I had to pay for someone else's account? My boxing stall was smashed? Wu Yunzhao touched the crumpled band-aids in his pocket and suddenly discovered a new way to make money——
'Brother scolds you, the angrier you are, the stronger I will become! '
So the young pavilion master of Qingming Pavilion had his pants removed in public by him, and the old monster from the International Martial Arts Summit was knocked off his crown by Zhang Fei's eight-foot-long snake spear. Even the big boss of the National Martial Arts Bureau asked with red eyes: 'The one you summoned... Is really Zhang Sanfeng?
'
From being stepped on in the mud in the body-forging realm, to using the sacred entry 'Lu Zu' to control the air and flying; from a street gangster to the key to the mountains and rivers arsenal——
Wu Yunzhao stood in the clouds, overlooking the ancient martial arts world kneeling at his feet, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth:
'Who the hell says weak people don't have the right to speak? My fist is the new rule. '"
