Zhao Yan's attack was very sharp, because she knew that if she couldn't get the first strike advantage with one enemy and two enemies, she would become very passive after falling into the defensive, after all, the other party had two more hands and two feet.

Long Qing nodded secretly, Zhao Yan's choice was undoubtedly right. These two people are not ordinary gangsters, and they are not weak in kung fu. If Zhao Yan didn't rush to attack, it would be really troublesome to fight.

After Zhao Yan achieved the first-mover advantage, her confidence increased greatly. The results of the daily practice are shown one by one. Originally, her kung fu was mainly taekwondo, with many tricks, but the lethality was a little insufficient. After learning martial arts with Long Qing, he gradually made a big breakthrough in terms of strength, and the power of his shots increased greatly.

Although the two on the opposite side are men, and they both have a good kung fu foundation, they are not Zhao Yan's opponents. Whenever there is a fight, Zhao Yan always relies on better power to gain the upper hand. Gradually, the more the two fought, the more frightened they became, the more they broke the bloom, and Zhao Yan caught a glimpse of the opportunity and kicked one down. After the remaining one supported two or three moves, he was also knocked to the ground by Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan closed her fist and stood up. She has a slender figure, fluttering black hair, and a beautiful appearance, like a night fairy.

The curly-haired man stared at Zhao Yan quietly for a moment, and said, "This girl, I don't want to be your enemy, but the task is on my body, and I can't help myself, I'm offended!" After speaking, he beckoned behind him, "Give me the woman, you guys, take down the man!"

Behind the curly-haired man, more than a dozen people moved when they heard the sound and rushed towards Long Qing. Zhao Yan was about to make a move to block all these people, but Long Qing's voice came from behind her: "Let them come, you concentrate on dealing with the curly-haired man!" Zhao Yan immediately dodged her body and let the group of people go, and then focused her attention on the curly-haired man not far in front of her.

The curly-haired man walked towards Zhao Yan, first in small steps, and then faster and faster, as if he was accumulating speed. Seeing this, Zhao Yan didn't wait any longer, her slender legs exerted force, driving her body to rush towards the curly-haired man!

Bang! The two of them each punched and collided together, the curly-haired man didn't take a step, but Zhao Yan withdrew a step!

The curly-haired man made a move, but after a slight pause, he attacked Zhao Yan, and he also wanted to seize the first-mover advantage! For people in martial arts, the first-mover advantage is very important, the two are evenly matched, and whoever has to take the lead will have a greater chance of winning. The curly-haired man has obviously been trained for a long time and knows this very well. So once you get the opportunity, you will be merciless.

Zhao Yan secretly felt a pang in her heart, knowing that she had encountered a strong enemy, she immediately cheered up her spirit, was highly concentrated, and shot with all her strength to defuse the curly-haired man's offensive.

On the other side, Long Qingzheng was having fun with more than a dozen people. Footsteps are like electricity, shuttling through the crowd. These people saw that Long Qing was still in front of them for a second, and when they were about to punch, they found that Long Qing had already reached the other side in the blink of an eye. Several people accidentally injured their companions because they didn't have time to close their fists. The reason why Long Qing didn't immediately clean up this group of people was naturally because he was afraid that he would scare away the curly-haired man and leave Zhao Yan without a training partner. While dealing with more than a dozen people with ease, he paid attention to Zhao Yan's situation. Seeing that Zhao Yan didn't panic because she fell into a disadvantage for a while, she couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Long Qing paid attention to Zhao Yan, and the curly-haired man also paid attention to the situation on Long Qing's side. It's just that he can't be as comfortable as Long Qing in the face of Zhao Yan, and he can only occasionally cast a touch of afterglow. There was a mess over there, no one screamed, no one fell, and the curly-haired man didn't know what the situation was.

After two minutes, both the curly-haired man and Zhao Yan were sweating on their foreheads. Although the curly-haired man has an advantage, Zhao Yan's defense is extremely tenacious, and her basic skills such as physical fitness are also very solid, and the curly-haired man can't take Zhao Yan for a while. He didn't know anything about the situation on the other side, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and said loudly: "What is your situation, how did you grind?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Yan immediately stepped up her attack and actually moved back some advantages.

"Third brother, this person is too slippery to fight at all!" one of them replied loudly.

"Hurry up, do you want to wait for the police to come?" the curly-haired man shouted again.

Bang! This time he spoke for a bit of a long time, and was caught by Zhao Yan and punched his chest! Fortunately, the curly-haired man reacted very quickly, and immediately took two steps back, unloading most of his strength, so as not to be injured. Rao is like this, and I also feel a dull pain in my chest!

Zhao Yan won the momentum with one move, * entered, and the attack unfolded like a storm, making the curly-haired man scramble for a while.

More than a dozen people on the other side received instructions from the boss, and immediately several people took out daggers from their pockets. However, Long Qing's speed was extremely fast, like a phantom. Although a few people took knives, they did not dare to use them, for fear that they would accidentally lose their restraint and hurt their companions. Before I took a weapon, it didn't matter much if I punched him by mistake, but now that I have a knife, if I accidentally stab my companion, then it will be a lot of fun!

Zhao Yan and the curly-haired man were both sweating like rain, one attacked fiercely, the other defended, both consumed huge physical strength, and now both sides gritted their teeth to see who couldn't hold on first. The curly-haired man can't care about the battle situation on the other side, and it's good that he can get out of the way!

Finally, three minutes later, Zhao Yan suddenly let out a clear whistle, and in the midst of the whistle, she jumped up, crossed her hands, and slashed towards the curly-haired man with the downward trend of her body!

Poof! Although the curly-haired man raised his hands and tried his best to parry, he still couldn't block Zhao Yan's slash carrying huge potential energy, and his body instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground softly!

Zhao Yansheng!

Zhao Yan held her knees and gasped, the sweat on her head ran down her black hair, soaking her black and bright hair into locks of hair, but her eyes flashed with joy!

Long Qing saw that Zhao Yan had already won, so there was no need to play with these people anymore. Fingers poked and poked, but in just four or five seconds, more than a dozen people were already lying on the ground, shouting and screaming.

"You, you ......" Although the curly-haired man was out of strength, he was not unconscious, and this scene was naturally seen by him, and he couldn't help but show a look of horror.

Long Qing walked up to Zhao Yan and said with a smile, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Yan straightened her waist, the sweat on her face was still flowing, and the joy in her eyes was still strong: "Don't worry, Master, I have never been better than now!"

Long Qing smiled: "There will be many moments like this in the future, let's go, go home!"

"Master?" the curly-haired man looked at the backs of the two of them, speechless in shock. It turned out that the other party had never taken these people into their eyes, and they were just conducting a practical teaching!