Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was angry, he thought about it for a while, he still didn't have a clue, he didn't bother to think about it anymore, he came to the equipment area and increased the weight to the maximum and started to do bench presses, even doing more than a dozen, but he didn't even sweat a little. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's boring. ”

If it weren't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction to him, he wouldn't want to come to the martial arts hall again at all.

"Who is in charge here, we Longwei Martial Arts Pavilion will come to visit, come and greet you!"

A gong-like voice sounded, and everyone in the martial arts hall looked curiously, and saw a tall bald young man with fierce eyes standing in front of the gate of the martial arts hall, and there was a narrow scar on the left side of his face, like a centipede crawling on his face, adding a bit of ferocity to him.

At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt, combing his big back, and carrying his hands on his back walked into the martial arts hall with broken steps, followed by two young men with full energy.

"Look at this posture, they are going to kick the hall!" Song Yan said secretly.

He Yong greeted him with a smile, hugged his fists at the bald young man and said, "He Yong, the manager of the Zhao Family Boxing Martial Arts Gym, what do you call your friends?"

The polite bald young man didn't appreciate He Yong, and scolded directly: "What are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to greet my master." ”

The person who practices martial arts is already strong-blooded, and he treats each other with courtesy, but the other party speaks ill of each other, which is unbearable for no one, He Yong's face suddenly sank, and he stared coldly at the bald young man: "Which green onion are you, running to my Zhao family's boxing martial arts hall to spread wild?"

"Good scolding!"

Seeing that there was a good show, the students in the martial arts hall gathered together and stood behind He Yong.

"Damn, dare to scold your grandfather, watch the fight!" the bald young man shouted, raised his fist and smashed it towards He Yong's door.

"It's good to come!"

He Yong's eyes narrowed, the essence flickered, strode forward, put his arms together, blocked the bald youth's fist, and kicked his right leg towards the opponent's calf.

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by a series of crashing sounds, the two of them made a few hard moves, the bald young man snorted and staggered back a few steps, He Yong stood still like a mountain, for a while, the martial arts students all applauded He Yong, and some students ridiculed the bald youth.

The bald young man's face turned red, and he rushed towards He Yong again with angry shouts.

The middle-aged man with a big back combed spoke: "Ah Biao retreat, you are not his opponent." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

The bald young man stepped back honestly.

The middle-aged man with a big back took a step forward and said with a smile: "Xu Zaishan, the owner of the Xialong Mighty Martial Arts Pavilion, has come to ask Master Zhao for advice today, I don't know if Master Zhao is here?"

People respect me for a foot, and I respect you for a foot.

Xu Zaishan behaved so politely, and He Yong also said politely: "It turned out to be Master Xu, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and the family teacher has been out for a while, I'm afraid I will disappoint Master Xu." ”

"I think I'm afraid of my master, so I don't dare to come out to meet people. A young man behind Xu Zaishan said in a loud voice, with a bit of disdain and sarcasm on his face.

"What do you say? He Yong's face sank, and he stared at the young man.

"I said that Zhao Fengyang is a shrunken turtle, and he doesn't dare to fight!" The young man stared at He Yongdao with a defiant expression.

"Brother Yong, teach this boy a lesson who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

One of the cadets shouted.

Anyone who came here to learn boxing more or less had the prestige of Zhao Fengyang, and when they heard that kid insulting Zhao Fengyang, everyone was not very comfortable.

"Yes, teach him a lesson, so that this kid knows how powerful our Zhao family boxing is!"

He Yong raised his hand, and everyone stopped shouting.

The next moment, he stepped forward, stared at the young man and said, "If you insult the family teacher, you will insult me, either apologize or fight with me." ”

The young man joked: "A shrunken-headed turtle is not worthy of my apology, it just so happens that I also want to see what kind of apprentice a shrunken-headed turtle can teach!"

"You're looking for death!"

Hearing the other party repeatedly insulting the master, He Yong couldn't bear it, he flew out, his arms outstretched, and a series of attacks went straight to the young man.

The young man did not fight back, but dodged with a small and flexible pace, dodging and saying sarcastic words to stimulate He Yong.

Song Yan standing in the crowd was thoughtful, the young man repeatedly provoked and ridiculed He Yong, and even did not hesitate to insult Zhao Fengyang in order to provoke He Yong and make him confused, Song Yan felt very disdainful of his little scheme.

Sure enough, he attacked more than ten moves in a row, but he didn't hit the opponent, and the other party kept saying disrespectful, He Yong's eyes couldn't help but feel a little more anxious.

"Brother Yong, calm down, he's deliberately provoking you. Seeing this, Song Yan shouted.

After being reminded by Song Yan, He Yong was shocked, suddenly woke up, immediately slowed down his attack, and began to observe the opponent's pace and look for weaknesses.

He Yong's martial arts were not weak in the first place, but now if he doesn't rush in, the young man wanders around and loses the upper hand, which is a bit like the last battle between Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the young man's eyes were a little flustered, and he hated Song Yan even more in his heart, and then he began to insult Zhao Fengyang again, and his language became more and more intense.

Although He Yong was angry, after being reminded by Song Yan, he was not fooled and still fought steadily.

Finally, the young man couldn't bear it anymore and fought against He Yong.

After more than ten moves, the young man was hit in the chest by He Yong's elbow and staggered backwards.

"Silver spear!" He Yong stood proudly and sneered.

Suddenly, the young man's face turned white.

"Master Zhao's apprentice is really powerful, you know that you go to Master He to ask for a few tricks. The middle-aged man with a big back said in a deep voice.

"Shameless, if you can't fight, you'll be in a wheel battle!" one of the students scolded.

"That's right, the bullshit Dragon Mighty Martial Arts Gym is all good at lip service, it's better to call it the Worm Mighty Martial Arts Gym!" another student scolded.

"What are you two talking about? I kind of say again, Lao Tzu won't blow up your eggs!" the bald young man shouted at the two students with a fierce glare.

Hearing this, the two students were intimidated by the bald youth's momentum, and they shrunk their necks and did not dare to say anything more.

"Who dares to touch the students of my martial arts gym? Are you impatient?"

A crisp woman's voice sounded, and then, Zhao Xiaoyu stepped over and said to the bald young man: "If you look so ugly, you should stay at home, run to my martial arts hall to show off your martial arts, what should you do if you scare my students, get out immediately!"

"Sister Xiaoyu is mighty!"

"Sister Xiaoyu is domineering!"

"yes, get out of here!"

"Ugly ghost, you're scared of the baby to death, get out of here!"

Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's arrival, the students seemed to have found the backbone of the heart, and they scolded their bald heads.

"Little girl, you're looking for death!"

The bald young man couldn't help but be furious, rushed out with his fist, and went straight to Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing this scene, all the students smiled, this guy couldn't even beat He Yong, and he dared to take the initiative to attack Zhao Xiaoyu, he was really impatient.