Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

With a fierce look in his eyes, he looked at He Yuzhu and cursed.

"Damn you, you dare to come here and scare my boss. I will chop you to death!"

The scar-faced boy cursed loudly and struck at He Yuzhu with a machete.

He Yuzhu was not nervous at all, and was even a little eager to try.

This was his first actual combat since he started practicing martial arts.

He was afraid that if he could not fight well in this battle, he would lose the face of the two martial arts masters.

Swish!

The blade is coming!

He Yuzhu ducked slightly.

No movement was seen from him.

The machete had fallen into his hands.

Boom!

The scar-faced man seemed to be hit by a speeding locomotive, flying backwards and smashing through a wall.

Accompanied by a loud roar.

Half of the scar-faced man's body was embedded in the wall.

I don’t know how many bones in my body were broken.

Bleeding from all orifices.

The dead can no longer die.

The sudden scene shocked all the community members on the third floor.

"The idea is tough, let's all work together to protect Wei Ge."

Seven or eight community members, some holding machetes and some holding hatchets, rushed over with a roar and surrounded He Yuzhu in a fan shape.

Hu Touwei was surprised. He didn't expect that the guy who suddenly broke into the third floor was actually a kung fu master.

"Four-eyed guy, hurry up! Here comes my ghost-headed sword."

Hu Touwei was so shocked that he sobered up and ordered his men to get his weapons.

As the most powerful double red flower stick in Heshengji, Hu Touwei relies on this ghost head sword to achieve great fame.

Over the past ten years, not a hundred, but seventy or eighty of the opponents have been killed by this ghost-headed sword.

Holding a ghost-headed sword in hand, the tiger-headed figure is powerful and calm.

Just in time!

Screams sounded one after another.

The group of young men who surrounded and killed He Yuzhu were all bleeding profusely. Some were holding their throats tightly, some were clutching their chests, and some even had their waists broken.

In just the blink of an eye.

All eight younger brothers died unexpectedly.

"You bastard! How dare you hack and kill my little brother in front of my powerful man? I will chop you into pieces!"

Hutouwei roared angrily, stepped forward, held a ghost-headed sword, and rushed towards He Yuzhu.

The sword flashed with murderous intent.

He Yuzhu raised his leg and kicked a table away.

Click!

The entire table was hacked to pieces.

He Yuzhu had a cold face and said nothing. He looked like a cannonball and kicked Hu Touwei in the chest.

Boom!

Hu Touwei was kicked away.

He is the best player on Hong Kong Island, one of the double red sticks.

But in front of this strange man, he is not an enemy.

This made Hu Touwei very nervous.

"Your Excellency, you have done such a good job. I wonder why I, Tiger Head Wei, offended you? How could I make you so angry?"

Hu Tou Wei spat out a mouthful of blood, held the Ghost Tou Dao in both hands, and asked He Yuzhu loudly.

On the one hand, he was stalling for time, and on the other hand, he was secretly accumulating strength.

He was kicked by He Yuzhu just now, and several of his sternum bones were broken.

My heart felt so anxious that it hadn't been kicked out.

Hu Touwei was really scared.

He Yuzhu gave Hu Touwei a cold look and asked, "Are you He Sheng Ji Hu Touwei?"

"That's right, I am exactly that. I don't know what to call you. Please explain your purpose of coming. If it's my fault and I offend you or your friends, I will definitely bear the thorn and apologize."

Blood bleeds from the corner of Hu Touwei's mouth, and every time he takes a breath, his chest hurts like a hot iron.

But you know, he can't show weakness, let alone run away.

As long as he turns around, once his back is exposed to the opponent, he will definitely die.

"Then I'll kill you."

He Yuzhu muttered to himself, whistling towards him with a machete dripping with blood.

The tiger-headed man was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

He was also a ruthless man. He roared loudly and slashed at He Yuzhu with the ghost head knife in his hand.

He Yuzhu made a fist with his left hand and punched Guitou Daodao.

Ding!

Bang!

The ghost head sword, which weighed more than eighty kilograms, suddenly broke in response.

The blade is stuck into the ground.

Half of the blade was in Hu Touwei's hand.

"Ah? My knife...why is it like this?"

Hu Touwei screamed.

The sword flashed.

Swish!

Kill the owl with one knife!

This big brother of the society, who had been roaming the underground world of Hong Kong Island for more than ten years, died unexpectedly with his head missing.

"what--"

Earlier, several beautifully dressed women who had accompanied Hu Touwei to drink wine screamed hysterically and ran towards the stairs in a panic.

He Yuzhu followed him downstairs with a machete in hand.

Arriving at the top of the stairs, gunfire suddenly broke out.

More than a dozen gunmen, holding pistols, frantically pulled the triggers on He Yuzhu.

But these hot spots suddenly disappeared, and He Yuzhu's shadow suddenly disappeared.

"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"

"Where's Big Brother Wei? Go upstairs and protect Big Brother."

It's just that they haven't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly screams broke out.

In just a few seconds, all the gunmen died tragically on the spot.

He Yuzhu turned his back to the group of dead bodies, and his body was full of murderous aura.

Just then.

He felt a kung fu master rushing up from the first floor, whose strength was far superior to Hu Touwei.

One-eyed Kun is here!

As soon as he appeared, He Yuzhu felt a terrifying aura.

Mingjin master!

"Master, how far have you reached in your Tai Chi practice now?"

Half a month ago,

He Yuzhu sent his son He Dongfang to Zhaojiazhuang in the countryside of Tongzhou to learn martial arts from his master.

He Yuzhu specifically asked his master, Tai Chi master Zhao Qingcang.

Zhao Qingcang's beard and hair are all white, with white hair and a childish face, and a fairy-like spirit.

He stroked his white beard and said with a faint smile: "Being a teacher has already reached the extraordinary level."

He Yuzhu was shocked!

Back then, he followed Zhao Qingcang to learn martial arts and practice Tai Chi.

I heard Master say this more than once.

Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, like climbing a ladder.

Beginners can enter Anjin after practicing for ten or eight years.

In another ten or eight years, you can enter Ming Jin.

Those with dark strength can defeat ten with one.

Those with bright energy can defeat a hundred.

After Mingjin comes extraordinary.

Extraordinary martial arts practitioners can travel thousands of miles in a day and ignore any obstacles.

General hot weapons, such as pistols, shotguns, and submachine guns, are useless in the eyes of extraordinary martial arts practitioners.

After transcendence, comes sainthood.

That is a legendary realm.

Since ancient times, those who have become holy martial arts cultivators are rare.

Even the legendary martial arts master of the Republic of China, Sun Lutang, Zhao Qingcang's master, and He Yuzhu's master, could only reach the extraordinary.

He Yuzhu did not expect that his master Zhao Qingcang would actually enter the transcendent realm.

Then, Zhao Qingcang showed He Yuzhu's kung fu and had a few moves with He Yuzhu.

Then, Zhao Qingcang was stunned and stunned.

"impossible!!!"

"What level of practice have you reached now?"

"Unexpectedly...even I can't beat you."

The expert will know if it is there as soon as he reaches out his hand.

When Zhao Qingcang and He Yuzhu exchanged blows, he originally wanted to show off in front of his apprentice.

But in the end, the apprentice was furious.

"Become a saint? Have you practiced enough to become a saint?!"

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!!"