It has been a lot of time to rescue Old Man Zhou, and Yang Chen is afraid that the Chajia Boxing Gym will close if it is any later.

Seven o'clock.

Yang Chen came to the door of the Chajia Boxing Gym.

There is a big sign at the entrance of the gym.

There is a big word search on the signboard, followed by the three words of the boxing gym.

It seems that this is a family boxing gym, and what is taught should be some family boxing techniques.

Yang Chen walked in, and someone greeted him and asked, "Hello sir, are you signing up or looking for someone?"

"Find someone!" Yang Chen said lightly.

"Is it our student here?" the staff here are excellent and patient to ask.

Yang Chen glanced at the gym and said lightly, "I'm looking for your curator." ”

As soon as he heard this, a subtle cold glint flashed in this person's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know if you have made an appointment with our curator?"

"Nope. ”

As soon as he heard it, the man was about to refuse, so he heard Yang Chen say: "You tell him that I am the one who knocked your people down on KTV yesterday." ”

"What!" The man was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help but take a step back and look at Yang Chen in surprise.

They all knew about last night's events, and even many martial arts halls knew!

The two people who were beaten by Yang Chen yesterday are called Iron Lock Hengjiang, and they have few opponents in a horizontal practice, just like the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt in martial arts, it is difficult for foreign objects to hurt them at all.

However, these two people were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, and they also suffered unclear injuries on their bodies.

Thinking of this, this person hurriedly ran in to report.

Soon, a group of people walked out.

The leader is a person with tight muscles and a bodybuilding champion, who is 1.8 meters tall and should weigh about 300.

It was a dragon and a tiger walk, and it looked like the two of them had practiced the same kung fu as yesterday.

Behind this person, Yang Chen saw a familiar figure, it was the two people who had been beaten by him yesterday, and the faces of the two people were still a little bruised, obviously they were beaten lightly yesterday.

A group of people walked in front of Yang Chen and surrounded him.

The leader snorted coldly, his arms were folded, and he stared at Yang Chen and said coldly: "Who are you, you dare to provoke my Chajia Boxing Gym!"

Yang Chen glanced at the two of them, and said lightly: "I asked the two of them very clearly yesterday, I need to know something." ”

The curator immediately snorted coldly, "Arrogant! If you want to get the situation from my poor boxing gym, just win and I'll talk about it first!"

After saying that, the curator roared angrily, hammering his chest muscles, making a muffled sound, like a demonstrative gorilla.

Seeing this, Yang Chen smiled coldly, put on a posture and said, "If I win, you will tell me?"

"I'll talk about winning first!" the curator roared angrily and rushed towards Yang Chen.

In any case, this battle must be fought.

Yang Chen injured two of his best instructors, and he had to find a way to get back on the field.

Besides, so many employees and students are looking at that, he has to win!

Seeing this, the others withdrew one after another, lest the battle spread.

"Did you think the curator could win?"

"I think it's about the same!"

"Just this guy, how can he be the opponent of the curator!"

"That's it!"

Iron Lock Hengjiang and the two also discussed in a deep voice.

"What do you think of the boss fighting him?"

"I don't think there's a lot of it!"

The two of them couldn't hold Yang Chen's strength.

They all drank that night, and were generally brought down without a few fights.

Here, Yang Chen and the curator have been entangled together.

The curator's strength is better than that of the two blacksmiths.

A pair of fists were as hard as a casserole, and the muscles in his body were as hard as if they had been poured with molten iron.

Yang Chen was very surprised, it stands to reason that people's physical fitness has a limit, otherwise everyone can become a superman after training, and it will not be the Guinness World Record that can only exceed a few tenths of a second each time in the Olympic Games and various sports competitions.

This shows that the human body is in shackles.

Although this curator is not fast enough in terms of the speed of reaction of the nerves, as well as the speed of the limbs. But the hardness of its body, as well as its strength, is completely beyond the limit.

Judging from Yang Chen's feelings alone, this curator's punch can reach the strength of two hundred kilograms!

Yang Chen felt that these people must have some secret cultivation method that allowed them to break through this shackle.

Immediately, Yang Chen didn't spare his hand, and said in a deep voice: "If that's all there is, you might as well be caught!"

The curator sneered, "If you want to win me, in the next life!"

He felt that Yang Chen was only at the end of his crossbow, and he had been fighting him strongly, and now he couldn't resist at all.

Yang Chen snorted coldly, grabbed the curator's fist, and slammed the backrest fiercely!

Boom!

The curator was thrown to the ground, and the floor of the ground was instantly smashed into a spider web-like crack.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp and calm down, surprised by Yang Chen's strength.

Before the curator could react, Yang Chen had already pressed on the curator, clasped the curator's throat with one hand, and said coldly: "If I grab it, I will be able to pull out the trachea immediately!"

Feeling the cold chill in Yang Chen's eyes, he didn't doubt Yang Chen's words at all.

"I, I admit defeat!" Although the curator didn't want to admit it, he still admitted defeat for the sake of his own life.

Yang Chen snorted coldly, let go of the curator, and stood up.

The curator got up from the ground like a defeated rooster.

Everyone watched in disbelief.

In their eyes, the curator was almost invincible, but they didn't expect to lose to a person who was almost half his size.

"Let's go in and talk!" said the curator in a deep voice.

Yang Chen nodded slightly.

In the office, there are only four people in the office, Yang Chen, the curator, and Hengjiang.

After the introduction, Yang Chen also knew that the curator's surname was Cha, his name was Wuxun, and his full name was Cha Wuxun. It is Chajiaquan that is practiced, and it is also taught to the students, but it is just a simplified Chajiaquan.

Iron lock Hengjiang is Zha Wuxun's two cousins, namely Zha Xuetang and Zha Bingli.

"I don't know what kind of sect my brother inherits?" Zha Wuxun asked as he stared at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen shook his head slightly and said, "I have no door and no faction, veteran." ”

"Veteran!" a hint of surprise flashed in Zha Wuxun's eyes, and his face was full of disbelief, "Veterans have skills like yours?"

Yang Chen said lightly: "Special forces!"

Cha Wuxun still didn't believe it.

It's not that he hasn't been in contact with veterans, although he is powerful, he definitely can't reach Yang Chen's level.

"I don't know what you're looking for Yang Zuo, brother?" Zha Wuxun saw that Yang Chen was unwilling to reveal the truth, so he changed the topic.

Hearing these three words of Yang Zuo Envoy, Yang Chen's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he said in a deep voice: "Have you seen Yang Zuo Envoy?"

(End of chapter)