Seeing that Wang Yan was very interested, the short-bearded man couldn't help but smile and said, "Everyone who enters the Black Dragon Gym wants to see the master of the Black Dragon Gym, which is also the dream of all of us, therefore, not everyone can see it." ”

Wang Yan frowned and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

The short-bearded man said: "Only those who have reached a certain standard of martial arts are qualified to meet the masters of the Gym, and only then will they have the opportunity to win the Black Dragon Medal, and then our kung fu will improve by leaps and bounds." Young man, don't hide it, everyone who comes to the Black Dragon Gym has this purpose. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yan was already sure that this Black Dragon Gym was indeed directly related to the Black Dragon Order, and the Black Dragon Medal that the short-bearded man was talking about was probably the Black Dragon Order.

Therefore, Wang Yan took a step forward, walked in front of the short-bearded man, and said coldly, "Take me to meet the master of the Dao Pavilion." ”

The short-bearded man said coldly, "I said that if you want to meet a Dao Hall master, you must reach a certain level of kung fu. In our Gym, only those who defeat me have the right to meet the masters of the Gym. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yan pointed at the short-bearded man and said, "Come on, I'll challenge you now." ”

At this moment, I heard everyone around me immediately burst into laughter, and everyone's face showed a look of sarcasm.

The short-bearded man also sneered a few times, and then said, "The young man is so arrogant, don't you see that I am a master of yellow belts?" ”

"What does a yellow belt mean?" Wang Yan looked around, and sure enough, he saw that everyone sitting around him was wearing belts of different colors, some were white, some were orange, and some were blue.

Seeing that Wang Yan didn't even understand the color of his belt, everyone around him burst out laughing again.

"Hahaha, where did the hillbilly come from, I don't even understand this."

"I don't know anything, but I dare to challenge Director Masao."

"Director Zhengxiong doesn't have to make a move, just let an apprentice with a white belt beat him."

……

It turned out that this short-bearded man's name was Masao, and he was the curator here.

Director Zhengxiong also snorted coldly, with a look of contempt on his face, and said lightly: "The color is distinguished according to the level of kung fu, the white belt is the lowest, followed by the orange belt, then the blue, and then my yellow belt, if you want to challenge me, go and challenge the white belt first." After the white belt, then the orange belt and the blue belt, then you are qualified to challenge me. ”

After that, as soon as Director Masao turned around, he turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, I heard Wang Yan say lightly behind him: "It's a pity that no one accepts my challenge, what should I do?" ”

Pavilion Director Zhengxiong said coldly: "Nonsense, there are dozens of disciples in my Dao Pavilion, and any one of them can defeat you." ”

While speaking, Curator Masao still walked back, and at the same time said coldly, "Who is going to teach this madman a lesson?" ”

But no one answered.

Curator Masao turned around a little angrily and said, "Stupid, why didn't anyone answer?" ”

However, when Director Masao turned around, he was suddenly stunned, because he saw that the dozens of big men who were sitting firmly on the ground just now all fell to the ground at this time, foaming at the mouth one by one, obviously knocked unconscious.

And Wang Yan was standing behind him, looking at him coldly.

"What's going on?" Curator Masao was immediately stunned.

These dozens of big men have all studied karate for several years, and each of them has two hits, why did they all faint?

At this time, I heard Wang Yan say coldly: "Now no one accepts my challenge, only you are left." ”

After all, the scene in front of him was too weird, and Director Masao couldn't help but be a little scared.

However, seeing Wang Yan's cold gaze, Director Zhengxiong forcibly gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, I, Zhengxiong, have been immersed in karate for eighteen years, and I have already practiced perfectly, and I don't believe in evil at all." Now I'll take on your challenge. ”

Speaking of this, the head of the Zhengxiong Pavilion roared, suddenly jumped upward, his body flew up in mid-air, and then kicked at Wang Yan.

Curator Zhengxiong's kick was accurate and ruthless, and it was extremely powerful, and he really soaked himself in the bare-lewd for eighteen years.

Curator Masao was still a little scared just now, but after he kicked this kick, he immediately regained his confidence.

Director Masao believes that there are no more than ten people in this city who can avoid his kick, and as long as he kicks this kick, the young man in front of him will definitely be kicked out and fall to the ground with serious injuries.

Sure enough, as Curator Zhengxiong's kick kicked Wang Yan's temple, Wang Yan stood there, really didn't even move, as if he didn't react to Curator Zhengxiong's kick at all.

Seeing this, Director Masao's heart that was still hanging just now immediately fell, and he laughed and said, "Hahaha, pretend to be a ghost and die." ”

Just as Curator Zhengxiong's kick was about to kick Wang Yan's head, Wang Yan, who had been motionless all the time, suddenly raised his hand and swung out a punch, hitting Curator Zhengxiong in the abdomen.

Seeing Wang Yan's punch, Curator Zhengxiong couldn't help but immediately widen his eyes in fright, because he suddenly found that he couldn't see Wang Yan's move at all, and all he could see was that Wang Yan's fist turned into a blur, which made him a little dazzled.

At this moment, Director Masao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then his body flew out like lightning, and his back hit the wall behind him.

On this wall, there is a plaque with the words "Black Dragon Gym" written on it.

Director Masao's back slammed into the plaque at once, and he heard a "click" that smashed the plaque in half.

Then, Curator Masao and the plaque fell from mid-air.

With a "plop", Curator Masao fell to the ground, only to feel that his entire abdomen had become numb, and he had completely lost consciousness, as if his abdomen did not belong to him at all.

However, Curator Masao didn't care about the pain in his abdomen at all, his eyes were full of horror, he stared at Wang Yan in front of him in fear, and said in shock: "Gao...... Master. ”

Wang Yan looked at Curator Zhengxiong coldly and said, "How can you see someone with a mysterious tattoo?" ”

Curator Masao hurriedly said, "Three days later...... I will invite the master here to meet Your Excellency. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yan said coldly: "Okay, I'll come back in three days." If I don't see a master again, I'll tear down your Black Dragon Gym and turn it into a garbage dump. ”

With that, Wang Yan turned around and walked away.

Just as Wang Yan was leaving, Curator Zhengxiong felt a tumbling surge in his abdomen, and then opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the big men around him slowly woke up, and when they saw Director Masao vomiting blood, they hurriedly rushed up.

Curator Masao hurriedly waved his hand and shouted, "Go and invite the master with mysterious magic patterns, I want revenge-"

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