The intention of letting Park Yizhong go out of the battle is to complete the final kick of King Kong's incorruptible physical skill. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fighting is indeed the best way to advance, and the strong pressure of Pu Yizhong is indeed the strongest catalyst for cultivation.

After two moves, the kick turned into a successful goal, and Zheng Ya's wish was fulfilled.

I was so happy that I wanted to scream and laugh, but before that, I had to deal with the opponent in front of me.

Today, both Park Yi-jung and Lee Wen-tae have spoken wildly and seriously despised the Chinese national arts.

It also successfully aroused Zheng Ya's patriotic passion.

The goal of divine skill cultivation has been achieved, Zheng Ya is no longer polite, and a roar roars erupt in his mouth.

The real Shaolin seventy-two stunts, Wan Taihong thinks that it is the King Kong that will exist in the novel, and suddenly appeared in the world, Zheng Ya's body, a faint golden flash, and his body shook violently.

The body that received a side kick was firmly fixed on the ground, and even if it was a spinning side kick with the strength of a black belt in taekwondo, it still couldn't shake the divine power.

Fierce and not bad body skills, the first time he appeared in the world, he showed his powerful power with a taekwondo black belt, Zheng Ya was like an invincible King Kong, in the roar, his hands blocked and fished, and in the disbelief of the spectators in the entire Guoshu Pavilion, he grabbed his feet with one hand and his neck with the other, and with a hula, he lifted the owner of the taekwondo gym to Shengsheng.

With strong strength and strong defense, Zheng Ya stood on the training ground like an iron pillar, no matter how hard Park Yizhong struggled, how he punched and kicked, and no matter how hard he tried, he finally failed to escape the fate of being lifted.

Held in the air, like an overlord holding a tripod, Zheng Ya took Pu Yizhong and spun it two or three times, threw it forward, and smashed Pu Yizhong to the ground.

Without waiting for Park Yizhong to get up, Zheng Ya flew up again and stepped on his back fiercely, and the powerful leg force directly stepped on the carpet and fainted directly.

Glancing at the disciples of the Taekwondo Gym, Zheng Ya said loudly: "Remember, when you meet the disciples of the Guoshu Pavilion in the future, you will spare and go, otherwise, I will see it once and fight once......"

The disciples of the National Art Pavilion hadn't reacted yet.

Kang Yimiao had already cheered: "Ah, Zheng Ya, you are so powerful, I really love you to death, my Great China National Art is really the most powerful ......"

In the cheers, he opened his arms and hugged Zheng Ya.

Zheng Ya's face was slightly embarrassed, slightly red, and said in his mouth: "Sister Yimiao, I am sweating all over my body!" ”

Kang Yimiao reacted immediately, and immediately remembered that there were a lot of viewers around her, so she couldn't help but smile, her hugging posture changed, and she said: "Okay, Zheng Ya, you are just a milky little Zhengtai, this big girl is not rare, I just wipe your sweat ......"

After speaking, Zhen rolled up his sleeves and wiped Zheng Ya's face a few times.

Zheng Ya smiled, retracted his feet, and said in his mouth: "Your pavilion master is just holding his breath and being dizzy, of course, he doesn't have the face to wake up, take him, get out." ”

The disciples of the taekwondo gym lifted Park Yizhong, and under the leadership of Li Wentai, they came and went back with a disgraced face.

Before they could go far, the National Art Hall erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

The bursts of cheers were enough to make the Taekwondo Hall disciples feel ashamed.

And Zheng Ya was also put to the ground by the disciples of the Guoshu Pavilion, and was thrown upwards one by one, "Whoa, whoa......" In the cheers, he was thrown four or five times before letting Zheng Ya go.

Zheng Ya's head was a little dizzy, but she still felt good in her heart.

Although the disciples of the Guoshu Hall did not talk or communicate much, they had one thing in common, that is, everyone learned the national arts, and they all hoped that they could win glory for the country and carry forward the national arts.

After everyone made a fuss, Wan Taihong slapped his face and said loudly: "Fellow students, if your second senior brother didn't come back today, and happened to be there, we would be embarrassed. ”

The disciples of the National Art Pavilion were in a good mood at this time, and their morale was high, and they all said hello loudly.

Wan Changqing even stood up and said: "Master rest assured, in the future, I will lead them to practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, punch tigers, and kick Nanshan ......"

The ambition was commendable, and Zheng Ya also applauded with the other disciples.

As soon as Wan Taihong raised his hand, everyone's applause stopped, smiled, looked at Zheng Ya and said, "Xiaoya, I didn't expect you to be so good at reading and so fierce in kung fu, come on, tell everyone a few words......

Zheng Ya stood up and said loudly: "Actually, I'm really not ready to bully them, but they are bullying people too much, I have to stand up and tell them that the breadth and profundity of Chinese national art is definitely not comparable to the land of projectiles......"

Speaking of this, Zheng Ya waved his arm, with a pretended embarrassment on his face, and said loudly: "Brothers, I am actually forced, innocent!" ”

In the training hall, the cheerful laughter of the disciples sounded.

Kang Yimiao clasped her hands and stood among the disciples, looking at Zheng Ya, who was full of vigor and enthusiasm in the middle of the field, her eyes became brighter and brighter.

After Zheng Ya finished speaking, Wan Taihong took the lead in applauding.

Waiting for everyone's applause to subside, Wan Taihong said loudly: "Today, Guoshu raised his eyebrows, the owner of the hall is in a very good mood, below, everyone continues to ......"

The disciples waited with high morale for the hall master to announce the continuation of training.

The owner of the Wan Pavilion shouted loudly: "The work of the food stall beer. ”

The disciples were stunned for a moment, then jumped up in unison, raised their hands and shouted "yes, yes......".

Kang Yimiao had already walked to Zheng Ya's side and asked in a low voice, "What is a food stall beer?" ”

Zheng Ya said: "After the disciples of the Guoshu Hall train, they like to go to the place where they drink and have a chic drink. ”

Kang Yimiao asked in a low voice: "How does it taste?" ”

Zheng Ya smiled: "It's a little hot, blowing the fan, eating hotly, there are spicy hot, there are lamb skewers, drinking and chatting, ......"

Kang Yimiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, also raised his little hand, and shouted: "Yay, yes......"

Zheng Ya couldn't help but smile.

Niu Kee food stalls, steaming, fans whirring.

The national art man, coupled with a big beautiful female reporter's blood, ate very refreshingly, a tie of cold beer, drank cold, and the excitement after the big victory in taekwondo, in this noisy, very casual place, catharsis is vivid.

Kang Yimiao, who is the first time to enter this kind of lower riba people's enthusiasm but rich life to the extreme, has a very different feeling, and has a feeling that this is real life.

And every time she saw Zheng Ya shouting, drinking, and eating meat with the disciples of the National Art Hall, Kang Yimiao had a very different perception of Zheng Ya.

If it weren't for in-depth contact, who would have imagined that the top student in the college entrance examination would have such a passionate and energetic side?

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