"Ah Liang, you are also on!"

As soon as Guo Changping spoke, not only Zhang Kun and the seven people in the distance stopped, but even Guo Binliang was stunned, and then turned his head to look at his master.

"I'm on?" Guo Binliang pointed at himself in disbelief, he didn't understand a little, if he was also on it, wouldn't it be too bullying?

Although Guo Binliang admits that in terms of real strength, Zhang Kun is probably indeed stronger than him. However, if it is a situation where they can only defend and cannot fight back, and the two people who are not far apart from each other at the original level, what else can Zhang Kun do?

I'm afraid this isn't training, it's clear that bullying people.

So when Guo Binliang heard his master's words, he was obviously stunned, and his mind couldn't turn around.

Seeing Guo Binliang like this, Uncle Guo Changping said angrily: "It's not you, am I on?"

Seeing that the master was angry, Guo Binliang immediately turned pale and responded again and again, and then quickly ran into the encirclement.

Looking at Zhang Kun in the middle, Guo Binliang smiled helplessly, saying that he couldn't help it, Zhang Kun also smiled and signaled that it was okay, but the look on his face slowly condensed.

At this time, Zhang Kun didn't dare to relax in the slightest, Senior Brother Guo Binliang was no better than the other seven people, as a senior brother of Tongjian Boxing Gym, it is said that he had won the true biography of Uncle Guo Changping, and his strength was also outstanding among the younger generation in Cangzhou.

And the day before yesterday, for the first time, Zhang Kun found that Senior Brother Guo Binliang was slightly inferior to him, but it was definitely not far behind.

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Kun is not afraid, but now, when he can only defend and cannot fight back, Zhang Kun feels a big headache, and he is full of energy, but he has ** points on him.

As for the other seven people, Zhang Kun didn't dare to relax, even though their strength was not good, but occasionally sneak attack, seize the opportunity to take a cold shot and release an arrow, it is more or less troublesome.

Thinking like this, Zhang Kun's face gradually became heavy, and at this time, Uncle Guo Changping in the distance snorted angrily: "What are you doing idle, do you want to wait until the evening to fight?"

As soon as Uncle Guo Changping spoke, everyone couldn't delay any longer, Senior Brother Guo Binliang smiled embarrassedly, and then his face immediately became serious, his hands waved Huo Huo, one move and five horses galloped, his body was like an ape, and he immediately rushed towards Zhang Kun, and used all his strength as soon as he got on the field.

How many catties and taels he has, the master is naturally clear, and now that the master let him play, and his face is full of unhappy expression, how dare he have the slightest reservation.

Facing the fists of Senior Brother Guo Binliang, Zhang Kun's face was serious, and he didn't stop at all in his hands.

At this time, the two people next to them seized the opportunity and rushed up in an instant, attacking Zhang Kun up and down with a punch and a kick.

Zhang Kun's eyes froze, his hands trembled, and in an instant, a huge force erupted between his fists and Senior Brother Guo Binliang.

But at this time, two sounds of breaking the air suddenly came from behind Zhang Kun, Zhang Kun's face remained unchanged, the moment his feet landed, he hit the ground with his toes, and instantly flipped up, and the clothes behind him were almost a millimeter away from the legs that swept left and right.

At the beginning of the battle, it entered a hot rhythm, Guo Binliang attacked, and the other seven people attacked from time to time, Zhang Kun's face was full of solemnity, his body kept moving and jumping in the open space, and he used both hands and feet, but he still had a feeling of being completely suppressed.

Time passed little by little, and Zhang Kun's forehead began to be covered with sweat, and little by little the strong sweat emitted a golden glow under the scorching sun.

Zhang Kun gasped for breath.

The training has lasted for more than 20 minutes, and although Zhang Kun has been suppressed to death, he has relied on the support of Yongchun, who inherited from the old man Liang.

However, as time went by, the expression on Zhang Kun's face became more and more ugly, because with the strenuous exercise, he had begun to slowly notice that a large amount of physical strength was being lost, and the obvious reaction was that his movements had begun to slow down.

And if his speed drops too much, then the seemingly tie situation in front of him will be broken immediately.

Zhang Kun's heart tightened, but it was the distracted kung fu at this moment, and suddenly a fist shadow was fiercely imprinted on Zhang Kun's left cheek, and with a bang, Zhang Kun's body was instantly beaten and staggered.

The entire encirclement was stunned for a moment, and the person who hit Zhang Kun with a punch also had a look of disbelief on his face, staring blankly at his fist.

"I hit?!" The man was stunned at first, and then after reacting, he looked at the others with an excited look on his face: "I hit, I really hit!"

The man's face was full of ecstasy, don't look at Zhang Kun is a pair of eight, the pressure is huge, but in fact, the other people are also under a lot of pressure.

There are eight people on their side, and there is also the existence of the senior brother, but even if they besiege one person like this, they haven't been able to take it for more than 20 minutes, and their hearts are very heavy.

For more than 20 minutes, they didn't even touch a single corner of Zhang Kun's clothes.

The guy I'm facing is a pervert, although I know it's strong, but it's strong to this extent, and he's so young, I rely on .......

And now, with one punch to break the myth of Zhang Kun, how can they not be excited.

However, just when everyone was excited, Guo Changping in the distance snorted angrily: "What are you doing here?"

With Uncle Guo Changping snorting angrily, everyone looked at each other, looked at Zhang Kun in the middle, and moved again.

And it seems that with the start of that punch, Zhang Kun's whole state began to plummet, and the shortcomings of his poor physical strength began to exert his strength.

A punch in the face, a kick in the back, a slap in the chest, and a heavy blow ...... the arm.

Zhang Kun played more and more slowly, but the people around him became more and more excited, some parts of Zhang Kun's body began to slowly turn purple, his face was also purple and swollen, and the clothes on his body were already messy.

Time passed slowly, and the scorching sun in the sky began to rise to the highest little by little, and under the scorching sun, Zhang Kun began to feel dizzy, and his hands and feet slowly weakened.

The surrounding people gradually lost their initial excitement, and looked at Zhang Kun, who was beaten by them in the encirclement, and their hearts slowly became empty.

It seems like a bit overdone......

But the deputy curator didn't say to stop, but they still had to continue, but they slowly began to gather their strength with one punch and one kick, and no longer went all out.

And as Zhang Kun hugged his hands in front of his chest, and then was punched by Guo Binliang and took a few steps back, and finally the word "stop" came from the side, everyone suddenly felt relieved, and then stood sweating profusely under the scorching sun, gasping for breath.

And Zhang Kun was even more unbearable, he had already supported his knees with his hands, panting.

Guo Changping looked at everyone in the field, finally looked at Zhang Kun, and finally spit out six words with a straight face: "The training is over, disbanded!"

After receiving the order, Zhang Kun's eyes opened, and then his whole body suddenly softened, and the whole person fell on the grass behind him with a bang.

Zhang Kun looked at the scorching sun in the sky vaguely, thinking about everything that happened today, and his dry lips showed a wry smile.

This is the rhythm that is going to be killed!