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Chen Yang looked at it for a while, then lit a cigarette and walked towards the door of the Songtao Karate Hall.

After bypassing a shadow wall, what caught Chen Yang's eyes was a large square courtyard.

There were about twenty cadets, dressed in shorts and topless.

They all had short sticks in their hands and kept hitting themselves.

But with the bulging muscles of their whole body, they still reveal a fierce and savage aura.

After seeing Chen Yang come in, a little man immediately stepped forward and said, "Who are you, why did you come to our gym?"

The accent of this product is very strange, like the accent often found in black-and-white movies shot in the seventies and eighties.

Look at his thin eyes and wide face, and his short carrot-like calves.

Chen Yang immediately judged that this product should be a serious Fusang person.

Chen Yang lit a cigarette and smiled: "That's the case, I have two friends who have been detained by your Daoist Pavilion, I want to take them away, I hope you can agree!"

The little man looked Chen Yang up and down, and saw that Chen Yang looked weak.

He couldn't help but say with disdain: "The Chinese are really the sick men of East Asia, they beat two weak chickens, and there is an even weaker one, do you have no one in Huaxia?"

Chen Yang instantly clenched his fists.

If it weren't for Lao Wang and his nephew still being detained, Chen Yang would have been able to blow this little man's head with one punch.

In today's era, this guy even dares to mention the word East Asian sick man, do you really think that after Chen Zhen hangs up, no one will be able to kick and smash the signboard of their martial arts hall?

However, for the safety of Lao Wang and his nephew, Chen Yang still held back his anger and said, "Excuse me, can you release my two friends?"

The little man sneered: "Do you know what crime those two people have committed? They dare to beat our noble Fusang people, they simply don't know whether they live or die, we can't let them go easily!"

Chen Yang spit out a puff of smoke and said lightly: "Everyone is from the earth, please give face, brother!"

"Phew!"

The little man spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm in front of Chen Yang, and then sneered: "You East Asian sick man has a fart face, so let's do it, as long as you are willing to drill under my crotch and call me grandpa again, I can consider letting those two weak chickens go!"

Chen Yang's face gradually became gloomy.

This group of Fusang people really didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they dared to put forward such conditions on the land of China.

Chen Yang didn't want to endure it anymore.

Anyway, it has been determined that Lao Wang and his nephew are here, so it is better to fight all the way.

As long as you penetrate this place, you will definitely find two people.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Yang said to the little man, "Do you know who I am?"

The little man paused for a moment and wondered, "Who are you?"

"I'm your father!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yang kicked the little man's body.

There was a loud bang.

The little man was kicked back several steps, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yang is unforgiving.

He stepped forward, grabbed the dwarf's arm, and forcibly pulled the dwarf back in front of him.

Then, he directly hit the dwarf with a fierce sticking leaner.

Leaning on the mountain is one of the killer moves in Bajiquan, very domineering, just listen to the name, you know, even a tree can fall down, let alone a little dwarf.

After Chen Yang's sticker came out, the ribs on the little man's chest were suddenly broken, and the qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Get out, you disgusting reptile!"

Chen Yang kicked the little man in the stomach again.

This time, he used great force, directly kicking the little man out more than ten meters away and hitting the wall.

Then the little man let out a terrible scream, his mouth kept spitting blood, and his face was extremely pale.

At this moment, the disciples of the Songtao Karate Hall were shocked.

The little man is the hall master's disciple, and he is also the strongest one among the disciples of their generation.

As a result, Chen Yang only used three tricks to beat the little man to waste.

This made it difficult for those disciples to accept for a while.

They immediately lined up in two rows, protected the little man behind them, and stared at Chen Yang!

One of the young men with an inch of hair stepped forward and sneered at Chen Yang: "You Huaxia people are really despicable, you can only use sneak attacks to win!"

Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Under normal circumstances, we Huaxia people are still very polite and moral, except when dealing with you garbage group!"

"Shet, dare to say that we are garbage, I will break your head, cut out your tongue, and die!"

After the inch-headed young man finished speaking, he directly swung his fist and rushed towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang sneered, and his right fist stretched out, directly touching the fist of the inch-headed young man.

There was a click.

The inch-headed young man's fist was comminuted, his arm was broken, and his entire right arm was directly destroyed.

Chen Yang hit the chin of the inch-headed youth with another cannon punch, directly bursting the inch-headed youth's jaw, and the broken teeth mixed with blood spilled all over the ground.

"I haven't even used my strength, you guys fell, this is too weak!" Chen Yang said pretending to be forced.

The rest of the people in the Dao Hall looked at Chen Yang with a little horror in their eyes.

The first and second masters among the disciples of the Daoist Pavilion were all abolished by Chen Yang.

In their eyes, Chen Yang has been equated with Chen Zhen, and they are both extremely murderous characters.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "Let's go up with weapons to defeat this Huaxia man and avenge my senior brother!"

The others were shocked and immediately nodded in agreement.

Then, a group of Fusang people rushed directly towards Chen Yang with short sticks.

Chen Yang smiled evilly and swung his fist into the enemy group.

He used thirty percent of his strength, and his shot was extremely fierce and domineering, and almost no one could stop his move.

In less than two minutes, the group of Fuso people were lying on the ground, their tendons broken.

Chen Yang patted the dust of his clothes and glanced at the group of Fusang people with disdain.

Then he walked through the courtyard to a wooden door.

This wooden door should be a horizontal sliding type.

However, Chen Yang was too lazy to do anything, so he directly kicked the wooden door.

Behind the wooden door is a very spacious practice field, larger than a basketball court.

The floor is covered with wood, bright and clean,

In the center of the field, a middle-aged man wearing a wide kimono and bare feet sits.

Behind the middle-aged man, stood two young men in sweatshirts.

One of the young men appeared to have wounds on his face and looked embarrassed.

Needless to say, this must be a Fusang man who fought with Wang Dashun's nephew!

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