Song Zheng had always thought that a face-slapping party like this would only exist in novels, because in real life, it is really difficult to meet such an underwhelming person, who knows, he not only met it today, but also came directly at him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, if he just said two words of, Song Zheng would not bother to deal with them, people are in Treasure Island, they are not familiar with life, it is better to cause less trouble, these two people who just spoke are too cheap.

If you don't hit the face of this door, beware of being thundered by the sky!

Song Zheng suddenly made a move, and the onlookers next to him looked stupid, only one kick, directly kicked a small basket into the air, and was used as a hidden weapon, and then looked at the person who fell to the ground, everyone couldn't help frowning, chrysanthemums clamped, it was too miserable, a mouthful of blood, it seems, the teeth have fallen out, otherwise what is that white thing on the ground?

Song Zheng walked to him, these people were all wearing white uniforms, and they looked like they should be from the Taekwondo Club, and the companion of the person who had been beaten with a hidden weapon saw Song Zheng coming over, and couldn't help but subconsciously retreat, looking at Song Zheng's eyes, with a frightened face.

A bunch of cowards!

Song Zheng looked at these unexpected things, and was about to stop there, but at this time, a woman in the gang shouted: "Call the police!

Alarm!?

When this woman shouted, not only did Song Zheng look at her strangely, but even her companions looked at her with dissatisfaction.

Everyone is a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, and if you lose a fight, you will call the police, which is very embarrassing!

The program team has suspended the filming, and in this case, the filming cannot be carried out at all, so we can only wait for this matter to be resolved before continuing.

Song Zheng saw that this matter could not be turned into a big matter, and a small matter, so he simply let it out, who let this gang of people talk cheaply, fight the girl, even if it is a lawsuit, it will not hesitate, especially, the two people who just spoke should not be Chinese, should it not be a Goryeo stick, right?

"Who else spoke just now?" Song Zheng looked at the gang with an unkind face, "The little tricks of the Chinese, since you look down on them, come and practice your hands, if I let you beat it, I will go to the doctor myself, if you let me beat out my teeth, I will also give me a stomach!"

"Well said!"

"Beat them up!"

As soon as Song Zheng's voice fell, he was surprised to find that there were still supporters, how did he know that in this university, there are many people who have long seen the Taekwondo Club unpleasantly, shouting all day long and shouting five and six self-righteousness, relying on the large number of people, often seizing the venue for their club activities, but the family is powerful, and the coach can fight, they can only swallow their anger, seeing that Song Zheng is a master, they want to let Song Zheng breathe for them.

Song Zheng smiled and looked at the group of people: "Who of you is coming?

"I'm coming!"

The sound of loud shouts came, followed by a tall and strong middle-aged man who was also wearing a white Taoist uniform, walked over from the crowd, looked at Song Zheng with an unkind face, and then turned his head to look at the person lying on the ground, bleeding from his mouth.

"People, it's you, hit it!"

Holy!

This guy has a metronome in his mouth!?

Talking is all one meal!

"I beat him, his mouth is too stinky, I will educate him for his master!"

"What did you say?"

"I want to die!"

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

The middle-aged man smiled, raised his hand to stop the group of people who kept shouting behind him, and said, "Very good! I am his teacher, you beat my student, and now I will get it back for him!"

Hit the small one, come the big one!

Song Zheng looked at the person in front of him, he was a little shorter than him, but he was as strong as a big bear, and he was very stable, and he could see that his kung fu was good.

"Okay!" Song Zheng smiled and said, "I'll beat you up later, don't call the police, that's too tasteless!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he clenched his fists, crushed his bare feet on the ground, and said with a smile: "No problem! However, if I accidentally get hurt, please don't mind!"

Seeing this, Lin Xinru on the side couldn't help but be a little worried, although she now knew that Song Zheng's kung fu was very good, but the person in front of her was too strong, those big arms were like Popeye, what if Song Zheng was really injured?

Wu Zongxian was also worried, Song Zheng was invited by him to participate in the recording of the show, if he was really injured, he was at peace in his heart, and asked the coach of the Guoshu Club in a low voice: "Who is that big bear!?"

The face of the national arts coach changed slightly, and he said: "He is the coach of the school's taekwondo club, Jin Jingzhe, a sixth-dan black belt in taekwondo, I heard that he can kick and break a tree!"

Wu Zongxian looked at the national arts coach, and his eyes were clearly saying: Nonsense!

But even if it's nonsense, the sixth rank of the black belt in taekwondo, at Jin Jingzhe's age, should be the highest rank that can be reached, which means that this person is really a master.

Is Song Zheng really good?

The news that Song Zheng was going to compete with Jin Jingzhe spread instantly, and people who were doing club activities stopped one after another and ran here to watch.

As soon as Jin Jingzhe waved his hand, a member of the club immediately stepped forward to help clear out the venue, and a group of people formed a big circle, which was Song Zheng and Jin Jingzhe.

Song Zheng went out today wearing a shirt, he just showed his boxing skills, and he naturally had no problem wearing it on his body, but now he has to do it with people, and it is a little inconvenient to wear a shirt.

A button, a button unbuttoned, took off the shirt, revealing a toned upper body, the rotten female dinosaurs around couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation, when Song Zheng was wearing clothes, it looked like his figure was only well-proportioned, I didn't expect to take off his clothes, so strong, different from Jin Jingzhe's muscular stick type, Song Zheng's body shape is perfect, and the muscle lines are very beautiful.

Moved a little and stood in front of Jin Jingzhe, just now when he was preparing, Jin Jingzhe closed his eyes, motionless, pretending to be a good one-handed.

Song Zheng didn't bother to play tricks, looking at the time, it had been delayed a lot, in order not to fall last, he went to drink the lemon juice with the ingredients, it seemed that he was going to fight quickly.

"Can we start?"

Jin Jingzhe smiled proudly and said, "Anytime!"

Don't pretend to force you to die!

Song Zheng was helpless, and bowed his hand to Jin Jingzhe, Jin Jingzhe bowed slightly and returned the salute, and then put on a taekwondo starting pose, taking small steps, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Song Zheng took a deep breath, stood with his legs side by side, his hands into pliers, placed on both sides of his thighs, raised his head, straightened his chest, tucked his abdomen, bent his knees together and formed a semi-squatting step, his left hand to protect his ears, his right hand to protect his knees, and look ahead.

"Look at it! This is the starting pliers of the Seven Star Fist! Note that it is bending the knees together, not squatting with the knees bent!"

Song Zheng looked at Jin Jingzhe and said, this is naturally said to the coach of the national arts club, and at the same time, he also wants all Yelang arrogant people to know that China's national arts are not only good-looking, but can still beat you in actual combat.