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Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was angry. After thinking for a while, he still had no clue. He didn't want to think again. He went to the equipment area to add the weight to the most and began to do push ups. He even did a dozen, but he didn't sweat a bit.
"No energy."
If it wasn't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction, he didn't want to come back to the martial arts school at all.
"Who is in charge here? Let's visit Longwei martial arts school. Come and welcome!"
A broken Gong like voice sounded, and everyone in the martial arts school looked at it curiously, and saw a tall bald youth with fierce eyes standing in front of the gate of the martial arts school. There was a long and narrow scar on his left face, just like a centipede crawling on his face, adding some ferocity to him.
At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt, combing his back and carrying his hands walked into the martial arts school with great bearing, followed by two young men with sufficient vitality.
"Look at this posture. They are going to kick the hall!" Song inkstone says in secret.
He Yong greeted him with a smile and said to the bald young man with a fist: "I'm He Yong, manager of Zhao family boxing martial arts school. What do you call a friend?"
For He Yong's polite and bareheaded youth, he didn't appreciate it and said directly, "what are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to meet my master. "
He Yong's face sank abruptly and he stared at the bald youth coldly: "which green onion are you to run to our Zhao family martial arts school to be wild?"
"Good scolding!"
The students in the martial arts school, seeing the good play, gathered together and stood behind He Yong.
"You're a bitch! Dare to scold your grandpa, watch the fight! " The young man with bare head gave a big drink and hit He Yong with his fist.
"Good come!"
He Yong's eyes narrowed, his eyes glistened, striding forward, his arms folded, blocking the bareheaded young man's fist, and his right leg flew to the other side's calf.
"BAM bam!"
With a series of percussive sounds, the two men hit each other hard. The bareheaded youth groaned and stumbled back for several steps. He Yong stood still like a mountain. For a while, why did the martial arts school students applaud bravely? Some of them even made a speech to ridicule the bareheaded youth.
The bald youth's face was red, and he rushed to him again.
The middle-aged man with a big back said, "ah Biao, you are not his opponent."
"Yes, master."
The baldheaded youth retreated honestly.
With a big back and a middle-aged step forward, he said with a smile: "Xu zaishan, the leader of xialongwei martial arts school, is here today to ask Master Zhao for advice. I wonder if master Zhao can be there?"
One foot to me, one foot to you.
Xu zaishan was so polite. He Yong also asked: "it's master Xu. I've heard from him for a long time. I'm afraid he will be disappointed."
"Going out? I think I'm afraid of my master, so I dare not come out to meet people. " A young man behind Xu zaishan said in a high voice, with some disdain and sarcasm on his face.
"What did you say? One more time. " He Yong, with a heavy face, stared at the young man.
"I say Zhao Fengyang is a turtle with a shrunken head, and dare not fight!" The young man stared at He Yong defiantly.
"Brother Yongge, teach this boy who doesn't know the height of the earth!"
Shouted one of the students.
All those who come here to learn boxing are more or less famous for running to Zhao Fengyang. When they heard that boy insulting Zhao Fengyang, they were not very comfortable.
"Yes, teach him! So that this boy can know the strength of our Zhao family's boxing! " There will be students immediately.
He Yong raised his hand and everyone stopped shouting.
The next moment, he stepped forward and stared at the young man and said, "if you insult my tutor, you insult me, apologize or fight with me."
The young man joked: "a turtle with a shrunken head doesn't deserve my apology. I also want to see what kind of apprentice a turtle with a shrunken head can teach!"
"You want to die!"
Hearing that the other side repeatedly insulted master, He Yong could not help but fly out and spread out his arms. A series of attacks went straight to the young man to greet him.
The youth did not fight back, but used a small and flexible pace to avoid, while dodging, He Yong was also stimulated by sarcastic words.
Song yanruo, standing in the crowd, thinks about it. The young man repeatedly provokes and ridicules He Yong, even insults Zhao Fengyang, in order to infuriate him and make him lose his balance. Song yanruo is very dismissive of his little scheme.
Sure enough, He Yong didn't hit his opponent with more than ten attacks in a row. In addition, He Yong was a little more anxious in his eyes.
"Brother Yong, calm down. He is deliberately provoking you." Seeing this, song Yan shouted.
Song Yan reminds him that He Yong is shocked, suddenly awakens, slows down the attack, and begins to observe the other party's pace, looking for weaknesses.
He Yong is not weak in martial arts. Now he doesn't dare to advance and fight steadily. Instead, the young man wanders around and falls behind. It's a bit like the last battle between Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu.Seeing that the situation is getting worse, the young man's eyes are a little flustered, and his heart hates song Yan. Then he begins to insult Zhao Fengyang, and the language is more and more intense.
Although he Yong is angry, He Yong is still playing steadily after being reminded by song Yan.
Finally, the young man could not bear to fight with He Yong.
More than ten moves were made. The young man was hit by He Yong's elbow on his chest and staggered backward.
"Silver gun and wax head!" He Yong stood proudly and sneered.
Suddenly, the young man's face was blue and white.
"Master Zhao's master is really good. I know that you can ask master he for advice." Big back head middle age heavy voice way.
"Don't be shameful. You can't fight in a wheel race!" One student scolded.
"That's right. The bullshit Longwei martial arts school is full of Kung Fu. It's better to call it Chongwei martial arts school!" Another student followed.
"What do you two say? There is a saying that I will not crack your eggs! " The bareheaded youth glared at the two students with fierce light.
Hearing this, both of the students were frightened by the baldheaded youth's momentum. They shrunk their necks and did not dare to speak again.
"Who dares to move the students of our martial arts school? Are you tired of living? "
A clear female voice sounded. Then, Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said to the bald youth, "if you are so ugly, you should stay at home, come to my martial arts school and show off your power. What can I do to frighten my students? Go away now!"
"Sister Xiaoyu is powerful!"
"Xiaoyu is domineering!"
"Yes, get out of here!"
"Ugly you scared the baby to death, go away now!"
Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu coming, a group of students seemed to have found the backbone and scolded each other.
"I want you to die!"
The bareheaded youth, not in a rage, rushed out with fists and rushed straight to Zhao Xiaoyu.
Seeing this scene, a group of students all showed a smile. This guy can't even fight with He Yong. He dared to attack Zhao Xiaoyu. He was really impatient.
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Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was angry. After thinking for a while, he still had no clue. He didn't want to think again. He went to the equipment area to add the weight to the most and began to do push ups. He even did a dozen, but he didn't sweat a bit.
"No energy."
If it wasn't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction, he didn't want to come back to the martial arts school at all.
"Who is in charge here? Let's visit Longwei martial arts school. Come and welcome!"
A broken Gong like voice sounded, and everyone in the martial arts school looked at it curiously, and saw a tall bald youth with fierce eyes standing in front of the gate of the martial arts school. There was a long and narrow scar on his left face, just like a centipede crawling on his face, adding some ferocity to him.
At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt, combing his back and carrying his hands walked into the martial arts school with great bearing, followed by two young men with sufficient vitality.
"Look at this posture. They are going to kick the hall!" Song inkstone says in secret.
He Yong greeted him with a smile and said to the bald young man with a fist: "I'm He Yong, manager of Zhao family boxing martial arts school. What do you call a friend?"
For He Yong's polite and bareheaded youth, he didn't appreciate it and said directly, "what are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to meet my master. "
He Yong's face sank abruptly and he stared at the bald youth coldly: "which green onion are you to run to our Zhao family martial arts school to be wild?"
"Good scolding!"
The students in the martial arts school, seeing the good play, gathered together and stood behind He Yong.
"You're a bitch! Dare to scold your grandpa, watch the fight! " The young man with bare head gave a big drink and hit He Yong with his fist.
"Good come!"
He Yong's eyes narrowed, his eyes glistened, striding forward, his arms folded, blocking the bareheaded young man's fist, and his right leg flew to the other side's calf.
"BAM bam!"
With a series of percussive sounds, the two men hit each other hard. The bareheaded youth groaned and stumbled back for several steps. He Yong stood still like a mountain. For a while, why did the martial arts school students applaud bravely? Some of them even made a speech to ridicule the bareheaded youth.
The bald youth's face was red, and he rushed to him again.
The middle-aged man with a big back said, "ah Biao, you are not his opponent."
"Yes, master."
The baldheaded youth retreated honestly.
With a big back and a middle-aged step forward, he said with a smile: "Xu zaishan, the leader of xialongwei martial arts school, is here today to ask Master Zhao for advice. I wonder if master Zhao can be there?"
One foot to me, one foot to you.
Xu zaishan was so polite. He Yong also asked: "it's master Xu. I've heard from him for a long time. I'm afraid he will be disappointed."
"Going out? I think I'm afraid of my master, so I dare not come out to meet people. " A young man behind Xu zaishan said in a high voice, with some disdain and sarcasm on his face.
"What did you say? One more time. " He Yong, with a heavy face, stared at the young man.
"I say Zhao Fengyang is a turtle with a shrunken head, and dare not fight!" The young man stared at He Yong defiantly.
"Brother Yongge, teach this boy who doesn't know the height of the earth!"
Shouted one of the students.
All those who come here to learn boxing are more or less famous for running to Zhao Fengyang. When they heard that boy insulting Zhao Fengyang, they were not very comfortable.
"Yes, teach him! So that this boy can know the strength of our Zhao family's boxing! " There will be students immediately.
He Yong raised his hand and everyone stopped shouting.
The next moment, he stepped forward and stared at the young man and said, "if you insult my tutor, you insult me, apologize or fight with me."
The young man joked: "a turtle with a shrunken head doesn't deserve my apology. I also want to see what kind of apprentice a turtle with a shrunken head can teach!"
"You want to die!"
Hearing that the other side repeatedly insulted master, He Yong could not help but fly out and spread out his arms. A series of attacks went straight to the young man to greet him.
The youth did not fight back, but used a small and flexible pace to avoid, while dodging, He Yong was also stimulated by sarcastic words.
Song yanruo, standing in the crowd, thinks about it. The young man repeatedly provokes and ridicules He Yong, even insults Zhao Fengyang, in order to infuriate him and make him lose his balance. Song yanruo is very dismissive of his little scheme.
Sure enough, He Yong didn't hit his opponent with more than ten attacks in a row. In addition, He Yong was a little more anxious in his eyes.
"Brother Yong, calm down. He is deliberately provoking you." Seeing this, song Yan shouted.
Song Yan reminds him that He Yong is shocked, suddenly awakens, slows down the attack, and begins to observe the other party's pace, looking for weaknesses.
He Yong is not weak in martial arts. Now he doesn't dare to advance and fight steadily. Instead, the young man wanders around and falls behind. It's a bit like the last battle between Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu.Seeing that the situation is getting worse, the young man's eyes are a little flustered, and his heart hates song Yan. Then he begins to insult Zhao Fengyang, and the language is more and more intense.
Although he Yong is angry, He Yong is still playing steadily after being reminded by song Yan.
Finally, the young man could not bear to fight with He Yong.
More than ten moves were made. The young man was hit by He Yong's elbow on his chest and staggered backward.
"Silver gun and wax head!" He Yong stood proudly and sneered.
Suddenly, the young man's face was blue and white.
"Master Zhao's master is really good. I know that you can ask master he for advice." Big back head middle age heavy voice way.
"Don't be shameful. You can't fight in a wheel race!" One student scolded.
"That's right. The bullshit Longwei martial arts school is full of Kung Fu. It's better to call it Chongwei martial arts school!" Another student followed.
"What do you two say? There is a saying that I will not crack your eggs! " The bareheaded youth glared at the two students with fierce light.
Hearing this, both of the students were frightened by the baldheaded youth's momentum. They shrunk their necks and did not dare to speak again.
"Who dares to move the students of our martial arts school? Are you tired of living? "
A clear female voice sounded. Then, Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said to the bald youth, "if you are so ugly, you should stay at home, come to my martial arts school and show off your power. What can I do to frighten my students? Go away now!"
"Sister Xiaoyu is powerful!"
"Xiaoyu is domineering!"
"Yes, get out of here!"
"Ugly you scared the baby to death, go away now!"
Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu coming, a group of students seemed to have found the backbone and scolded each other.
"I want you to die!"
The bareheaded youth, not in a rage, rushed out with fists and rushed straight to Zhao Xiaoyu.
Seeing this scene, a group of students all showed a smile. This guy can't even fight with He Yong. He dared to attack Zhao Xiaoyu. He was really impatient.
...
Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was angry. After thinking for a while, he still had no clue. He didn't want to think again. He went to the equipment area to add the weight to the most and began to do push ups. He even did a dozen, but he didn't sweat a bit. "No energy." If it wasn't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction, he didn't want to come back to the martial arts school at all. "Who is in charge here? Let's visit Longwei martial arts school. Come and welcome!" A broken Gong like voice sounded, and everyone in the martial arts school looked at it curiously, and saw a tall bald youth with fierce eyes standing in front of the gate of the martial arts school. There was a long and narrow scar on his left face, just like a centipede crawling on his face, adding some ferocity to him. At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt, combing his back and carrying his hands walked into the martial arts school with great bearing, followed by two young men with sufficient vitality. "Look at this posture. They are going to kick the hall!" Song inkstone says in secret. He Yong greeted him with a smile and said to the bald young man with a fist: "I'm He Yong, manager of Zhao family boxing martial arts school. What do you call a friend?" For He Yong's polite and bareheaded youth, he didn't appreciate it and said directly, "what are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to meet my master. " He Yong's face sank abruptly and he stared at the bald youth coldly: "which green onion are you to run to our Zhao family martial arts school to be wild?" "Good scolding!" The students in the martial arts school, seeing the good play, gathered together and stood behind He Yong. "You're a bitch! Dare to scold your grandpa, watch the fight! " The young man with bare head gave a big drink and hit He Yong with his fist. "Good come!" He Yong's eyes narrowed, his eyes glistened, striding forward, his arms folded, blocking the bareheaded young man's fist, and his right leg flew to the other side's calf. "BAM bam!" With a series of percussive sounds, the two men hit each other hard. The bareheaded youth groaned and stumbled back for several steps. He Yong stood still like a mountain. For a while, why did the martial arts school students applaud bravely? Some of them even made a speech to ridicule the bareheaded youth. The bald youth's face was red, and he rushed to him again. The middle-aged man with a big back said, "ah Biao, you are not his opponent." "Yes, master." The baldheaded youth retreated honestly. With a big back and a middle-aged step forward, he said with a smile: "Xu zaishan, the leader of xialongwei martial arts school, is here today to ask Master Zhao for advice. I wonder if master Zhao can be there?" One foot to me, one foot to you. Xu zaishan was so polite. He Yong also asked: "it's master Xu. I've heard from him for a long time. I'm afraid he will be disappointed." "Going out? I think I'm afraid of my master, so I dare not come out to meet people. " A young man behind Xu zaishan said in a high voice, with some disdain and sarcasm on his face. "What did you say? One more time. " He Yong, with a heavy face, stared at the young man. "I say Zhao Fengyang is a turtle with a shrunken head, and dare not fight!" The young man stared at He Yong defiantly. "Brother Yongge, teach this boy who doesn't know the height of the earth!" Shouted one of the students. All those who come here to learn boxing are more or less famous for running to Zhao Fengyang. When they heard that boy insulting Zhao Fengyang, they were not very comfortable. "Yes, teach him! So that this boy can know the strength of our Zhao family's boxing! " There will be students immediately. He Yong raised his hand and everyone stopped shouting. The next moment, he stepped forward and stared at the young man and said, "if you insult my tutor, you insult me, apologize or fight with me." The young man joked: "a turtle with a shrunken head doesn't deserve my apology. I also want to see what kind of apprentice a turtle with a shrunken head can teach!" "You want to die!" Hearing that the other side repeatedly insulted master, He Yong could not help but fly out and spread out his arms. A series of attacks went straight to the young man to greet him. The youth did not fight back, but used a small and flexible pace to avoid, while dodging, He Yong was also stimulated by sarcastic words. Song yanruo, standing in the crowd, thinks about it. The young man repeatedly provokes and ridicules He Yong, even insults Zhao Fengyang, in order to infuriate him and make him lose his balance. Song yanruo is very dismissive of his little scheme. Sure enough, He Yong didn't hit his opponent with more than ten attacks in a row. In addition, He Yong was a little more anxious in his eyes. "Brother Yong, calm down. He is deliberately provoking you." Seeing this, song Yan shouted. Song Yan reminds him that He Yong is shocked, suddenly awakens, slows down the attack, and begins to observe the other party's pace, looking for weaknesses. He Yong is not weak in martial arts. Now he doesn't dare to advance and fight steadily. Instead, the young man wanders around and falls behind. It's a bit like the last battle between Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu.Seeing that the situation is getting worse, the young man's eyes are a little flustered, and his heart hates song Yan. Then he begins to insult Zhao Fengyang, and the language is more and more intense. Although he Yong is angry, He Yong is still playing steadily after being reminded by song Yan. Finally, the young man could not bear to fight with He Yong. More than ten moves were made. The young man was hit by He Yong's elbow on his chest and staggered backward. "Silver gun and wax head!" He Yong stood proudly and sneered. Suddenly, the young man's face was blue and white. "Master Zhao's master is really good. I know that you can ask master he for advice." Big back head middle age heavy voice way. "Don't be shameful. You can't fight in a wheel race!" One student scolded. "That's right. The bullshit Longwei martial arts school is full of Kung Fu. It's better to call it Chongwei martial arts school!" Another student followed. "What do you two say? There is a saying that I will not crack your eggs! " The bareheaded youth glared at the two students with fierce light. Hearing this, both of the students were frightened by the baldheaded youth's momentum. They shrunk their necks and did not dare to speak again. "Who dares to move the students of our martial arts school? Are you tired of living? " A clear female voice sounded. Then, Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said to the bald youth, "if you are so ugly, you should stay at home, come to my martial arts school and show off your power. What can I do to frighten my students? Go away now!" "Sister Xiaoyu is powerful!" "Xiaoyu is domineering!" "Yes, get out of here!" "Ugly you scared the baby to death, go away now!" Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu coming, a group of students seemed to have found the backbone and scolded each other. "I want you to die!" The bareheaded youth, not in a rage, rushed out with fists and rushed straight to Zhao Xiaoyu. Seeing this scene, a group of students all showed a smile. This guy can't even fight with He Yong. He dared to attack Zhao Xiaoyu. He was really impatient. ...
