Although Ye Chen had defeated Zhao Gang neatly before, everyone was still full of confidence in Fang Ping, after all, Fang Ping's strength over the years had conquered countless people.

Even Lu Shu's heart was relieved.

This is not blind worship, in taekwondo, the strength between the red belt and the blue belt is not a star and a half.

"That's right, Fang Shao defeated the martial arts student who came over to provoke before, and that martial arts student also won a national award, how could he be afraid of him Ye Chen?"

Thinking of this, Lu Shu looked at Ye Chen with disdain: "Don't think that you can be proud by defeating Zhao Gang, Fang Shao is not a soft persimmon like Zhao Gang." ”

Lu Shu's taekwondo rank is only a blue belt, and his combat effectiveness is weaker than Zhao Gang's, and he is obviously still angry about Ye Chen stealing his limelight at KTV that night.

Now that Fang Shao was able to come forward to clean up Ye Chen, Lu Shu also felt very happy in his heart, as if he had seen Ye Chen kneeling and begging for mercy.

In the field, only Fang Ping and Coach may know how terrible Ye Chen is.

The coach looked at Fang Ping with a solemn look, and seeing that his eyes were firm, he could only sigh and say: "They are all classmates, and it's okay to fight, but the point is over." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Chen coldly.

Ye Chen's sentence "Flower fist embroidered legs, weak and powerless" can be regarded as completely offending the taekwondo coach.

Although after the revival of the aura, the immortal path rises and the martial arts are powerful, but the dignity of taekwondo is not something that a mere white belt can provoke.

So the coach didn't stop it, and hoped that he, the proud protégé, would defeat Ye Chen fiercely, so that he could understand the power of taekwondo.

"Come on, kid from Jinping County!"

Fang Ping went to the middle of the field, and suddenly ushered in the cheers of countless girls.

He is handsome, tall, and wears a white taekwondo uniform, just like a wealthy son who came out of an idol drama.

In contrast, Ye Chen stood there, a man in his early seventies of one meter, with an ordinary appearance, he looked very small.

Whether emotionally or from his past achievements, everyone believed that Fang Ping would definitely teach this arrogant kid a hard lesson, letting him know that Qinglai Middle School was not a place where a transfer student like him could easily come to the school.

"Let's do it!"

Ye Chen carried his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

"Hmph." Fang Ping snorted angrily.

He usually doesn't look as arrogant as Zhao Gang, but in fact, he is even more arrogant in his heart, and there are only a handful of people in the entire Qinglai Middle School who can be looked at by him.

Since they can't look down on you, how can they pay attention to you?

But Ye Chen was obviously underestimating him, which immediately aroused Fang Ping's anger.

Not to mention the party Fang Ping, even the classmates who watched the game next to him, seeing Ye Chen's under-pumped appearance, they also hated itchy.

"Fang Shao, come on, knock that kid down!" A classmate shouted.

"That's right, let him know how good our Qinglai Middle School Taekwondo gym is."

The voices of cheering came and went, but no one was on Ye Chen's side.

Fang Ping let out a loud shout, slammed a few steps, and then stopped abruptly with a handsome sideways roundhouse kick.

He kicked out with his right foot, slashing through the air two hundred and seventy degrees, and with the help of the momentum and the whirling force of the waist twisting, like a dragon swinging its tail, it brought up a fierce wind. Before my feet arrived, I could feel a faint tingling pain on my face.

"This square level is not simple! Except for experience, there is no difference with Ah Hu. Ye Chen was slightly shocked in his heart.

Ah Hu is the ace thug under Zhao Zilong, a character who beats all over the coast.

And Fang Ping was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he approached Ah Hu, what a genius this is. What's more, he is also a school bully, a forward of the school basketball team, and he is handsome, such a man is too good, no wonder there are countless girls who fall for him.

Perhaps, he really hopes to pass this year's disciple recruitment assessment of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, join the ranks of immortal cultivators, and stand at the top of the pyramid from now on.

The girls in the audience couldn't help but scream when they saw Fang Ping performing such a difficult action.

The coach secretly applauded, with this kick alone, Fang Ping surpassed him steadily.

"I'm afraid that Fang Ping already has the strength of a fourth-stage black belt." The coach sighed in his heart.

There are no more than five people in the entire coastal taekwondo above the fourth dan, and according to the current level of Fang Ping, it is enough to participate in the National Youth Taekwondo Competition and enter the top 16.

"I don't know how Ye Chen took this kick?" The coach speculated that if it was him, he could only quickly retreat and avoid its edge.

But in this way, it will be necessary to face Fang Ping's next mercury-like offensive, the so-called long-term defense will be lost, once it is negligent, it will be taken advantage of.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen on the field just smiled faintly, raised one hand, and with a light stroke, he blocked Fang Ping's kick that poured all his strength.

"How is that possible?" Fang Ping's pupils shrank suddenly, even if he overestimated Ye Chen, he didn't expect him to be so strong.

The shouting and cheering next to him stopped abruptly, and everyone watched the fight on the field with a shocked face, and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"How is it possible, is it another move to defeat the enemy?"

"Could it be that even Fang Ping is not this Ye Chen's opponent?"

……

All of a sudden, there was a lot of discussion on the field.

"Come again!"

Fang Ping's face changed, he shouted angrily, retracted his leg suddenly, and with the help of the strength of his waist again, he turned around and threw another leg, and then he didn't stop at all, and he turned around and threw out five or six whip legs in a row.

This technique is also a very advanced leg technique in taekwondo, and it is not usually performed by black belts.

"Smack, smack, smack."

After continuous outbursts, even Fang Ping had to stop and gasp slightly.

He looked around and saw that Ye Chen still had one hand behind his back, not moving in place, so he used his other hand to block all his attacks.

"Oops!"

The coach's heart sank, he never expected that Ye Chen, who was dressed in white belts, would be so strong.

Could it be that this kid is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Or is he an immortal cultivator?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, the coach couldn't help but gasp in his heart.

The voices of Fang Ping's supporters in the audience gradually became quieter, and even those who didn't understand it could see that Ye Chen only made one hand, making Fang Ping's efforts in vain.

"Could it be that Fang Ping wants to lose?" A bad thought came to everyone's minds.

"You've kicked so much."

"Then let's see, what is the power of my punch?"

Ye Chen slowly raised his left hand behind him in front of him and clenched it into a fist.

His body was bent backwards, and his whole body was drawn into a bow shape from head to toe, like a strong bow with a full string, and his left fist was the crossbow arrow that was about to be fired.

"Be careful!"

The coach's face changed suddenly, Ye Chen's punch gave him a sense of threat far better than Fang Ping's previous kicks.

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen's body shook, and he punched out as fast as lightning.

The punch was like a roaring cannon bursting out of the chamber, crackling out of thin air, and it smashed through it, smashing all the obstacles that stood in its way.

Fang Ping had already crossed his hands before Ye Chen raised his fist, fully on guard.

But this punch came out, so fast and powerful, that he didn't even have a chance to react, and felt a suffocating force crash his hands away and slammed into his chest.

I'm afraid that the attack will be too heavy, and I only used less than one percent of my strength. But Fang Ping was just an ordinary person after all, not an immortal cultivator, how could he withstand his punch?

Immediately, the whole person flew upside down, flew four or five meters in the air, and smashed to the ground.

"Ahem."

Fang Ping fell to the ground with his buttocks, coughed violently twice, and when he wanted to get up, he found that his whole body was weak, and his chest was even more numb.

There was silence.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

No one thought that Ye Chen would really win Fang Ping, and he was a big master in a row, and he could win so easily, and he easily defeated Fang Ping, who seemed invincible before, with one punch.

"Even Fang Ping was defeated, doesn't that mean that this Ye Chen is the number one master of this school?"

This is the first thing that comes to mind.

Many people who had despised Ye Chen before secretly regretted it in their hearts, and their heads turned quickly, thinking if they had offended him before?

Some of the girls had other thoughts.

Compared with Fang Ping, although this Ye Chen is not as good as Fang Ping overall, he is better in some aspects, and he may have a better chance of becoming an immortal cultivator, which is not impossible to consider.

Only Wu Yutong's face was complicated, and he hurriedly ran over to help Fang Ping up, seeing that his whole body was weak, a trace of heartache couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

In the final analysis, Fang Ping is also her suitor, everyone often plays together, and usually Fang Ping gives her more clothes, bags, and expensive cosmetics.

What's more, Uncle Fang also took good care of her father Wu Rongqing's business.

Although Ye Chen is the child of her mother's friend's family, she is not as good as Shang Ping after all.

"Don't worry, he's fine, it's just a temporary loss of strength." Ye Chen's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Wu Yutong not only didn't appreciate it, but snorted and looked at Ye Chen fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.

Ye Chen shook his head, knowing that he was completely hated by this woman this time, but he didn't care.

The punch he had made before had finally been withdrawn at the last moment, otherwise Fang Ping would not have been numb in his chest, but his entire body would have been pierced with a hole.

You know, Ye Chen's current strength is so huge, even the steel plate can be punched through with one punch, let alone a mortal human body?

Ye Chen looked around lightly and said, "Is there anyone else who is not convinced?" ”

No one spoke.

Not only the students of the third (2) class of high school, but also the younger students of several classes and the members of the taekwondo gym who were watching around were also silent.

Ye Chen's punch completely knocked out their arrogance, letting them know what it means to have someone outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

"Since there isn't, forget it."

Ye Chen shook his head and looked at Fang Ping and said, "I said before, taekwondo is just a fist embroidered leg, unless you can become an immortal cultivator and learn true kung fu, you will not be my opponent if you practice for another ten years." ”

Fang Ping turned a deaf ear, and his eyes were dead.

What an arrogant person he is, when has there ever been such a poor man as Ye Chen in his eyes. However, today he was defeated by Ye Chen in public, and it was so easy.

Fang Ping felt that his confidence had been greatly impacted for a while.

"Hmph, boy, don't be complacent, our pavilion master hasn't come yet."

The coach couldn't help but snort angrily: "If it weren't for our hall owner to participate in the National College Student Taekwondo Tournament, it might not be your turn to be wild here." ”

"Yes, we still have the owner!" The other taekwondo club members' eyes suddenly lit up and shouted one after another.

"Oh? Do you still have a curator? ”

Ye Chen didn't care at all and said, "Then call your pavilion master!" I'm here to help. ”

After speaking, he walked down, passed by Yang Lin's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Are you going to eat?" ”

"Of course."

Yang Lin was excited, and the carp jumped up and looked at Ye Chen with a strange and adoring look.

He really didn't expect his silent tablemate to be so violent.

"No wonder he didn't take Fang Ping, Zhao Gang and the others in his eyes at that time, maybe his academic performance and family background are not as good as them, but when it comes to fighting, none of them are Ye Chen's opponents!"

Yang Lin thought in his heart, feeling that he was going to adjust his positioning, and he could no longer treat Ye Chen as an ordinary friend.

The other senior three (2) students watched the two walk out of the taekwondo gym, and their hearts were inexplicable.

This transfer student has been in school for more than a week, and he has been very low-key, and no one has taken him seriously, but he didn't expect him to be a blockbuster.

Even veteran kings like Fang Ping and Zhao Gang were crushed by him.

"From today onwards, the name of Ye Chen, the third (2) class of high school, is probably going to resound throughout Qinglai Middle School!"

This thought comes to the minds of many people.