"What ?!!" including the fitness bar students, Longwei Boxing gym students, and unrelated onlookers, everyone issued the same question at the same time.

Even Long Wei's boxer and curator couldn't believe their ears.

The curator glared at Yang Qi: "Young man, are you joking?"

Yang Qi ignored him, looked around and picked up a magazine from Long Wei's desk. Glancing at the curator lightly, Yang Qi said: "I think it's too much to bully you, in order to give you a little more courage, let's do this-" The magazine was thrown on the ground with a snap, and Yang Qi stood up on two feet, and the magazine was just standing on two feet.

Stretching out his hand and pointing at his feet, Yang Qi's mouth finally showed an arrogant and sharp smile: "If you can let me leave this magazine, even if I lose!"

Everyone froze, and there was silence.

After a while, an excited female voice tore through the silence: "Teacher Yang is so handsome!

With this cheering, the students of the fitness class all shouted with red faces. Whether we win or lose – now it seems that the probability of losing is infinite – we all support Mr. Yang!

In the applause all around, Long Wei's face couldn't hold back. People who practice martial arts have a strong body, and they are so despised that Long Wei's boxers can't bear it. Without waiting for the curator to speak, Long Wei's boxers rushed forward as soon as they shouted, and they swore that they must knock Yang Qi to the ground cleanly, and then beat him around!

Long Wei's curator stretched out his hand to stop it, and once he started it, he couldn't clean it up. But then he put his hand down again, and the young man who kicked the hall was too ignorant of the sky. If you are bullied to the point that you don't fight back, how can this gym continue?

I just hope that I can take down the young man cleanly, and then no one will be hurt on either side.

Just as he was thinking, the curator only heard a thud, and someone was knocked into the air.

The curator's heart tightened, that young man can't be seriously injured! Just wanted to open his mouth and ask his subordinates to make a move, but suddenly saw that it was not Yang Qi who flew up?

The one whose face is distorted and flying up is - Biaozi?!

How could it be!

Bang bang Some people flew up, some people fell, but it was not Yang Qi who flew up, nor was it that fell.

Long Wei's boxers originally wanted to repair Yang Qi well, but soon they changed their attention - this guy is too capable of fighting!

Punching and kicking, no action is wasted, and every attack must hit the ground. Although it is confined to a small magazine, and although it is surrounded by clusters, it is as immobile as a reef!

The fighters quickly changed their goals, they didn't think about how to beat them out, they were thinking about how to get Yang Qi off the damn magazine.

Because they found that such a small goal may not be achieved!

Someone sneaks up on the back of the head from behind, someone sweeps down the road from the side, and someone rushes straight at the front like a rugby player. The magazine area is limited, people can only stand upright and can't lunge, they don't believe that this Yang Qi can not fall under the pure collision.

But in the next moment, Yang Qi's back kick hit the chest of the sneak attacker, and he stepped on the leg of the sweeper with his back foot, and in the crackling sound, the sweeping martial artist instantly dislocated his feet in a cold sweat. Then, Yang Qi reached out and slapped the collider on the shoulder, this slap was not very powerful, but the collider immediately changed direction, and staggered into another boxer and turned into a rolling gourd.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Qi's side fell around, and Yang Qi was still standing firmly in the magazine.

Snort, there was a sound of breaking the air, and I saw that the curator actually took a big gun and stabbed it. In this short moment, the curator already knew that he had met an absolute master. He doesn't care about his face anymore, no matter what he wants today, he must let that Yang Qi get off the magazine!

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, the curator is confident that he has more than ten years of fire in the gun, and a big gun must pick Yang Qi off the magazine!

"So many people are still using weapons to fight one!" "It's so shameless!" "Don't open this gym anymore!" At this time, the main force who spoke out was all the onlookers. The girls in the fitness bar just told everyone about the cause and effect, and all the onlookers were excited and cheered for Yang Qi.

Even the students of Long Wei lowered their heads in shame, and secretly decided to leave this gym immediately and never come again, which was really embarrassing.

But in the face of the spear that the curator played like a flower, Yang Qi's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Maybe it's because different worlds have different characteristics**,

Maybe it's because this curator hasn't practiced kung fu at home.

Maybe it's because this curator is just a small peripheral role in the earth's martial arts world,

In short, Yang Qi, who returned from the world of national arts, looked at his marksmanship, which could not even be regarded as a gun, but only a "scum gun". The other Longwei boxers are just a little stronger than the minions of the Black Dragon Village, and this curator is not as good as the level of that Gong Wuyuan!

Buzz, a shot stabbed through the air. There seemed to be a flash of light in Yang Qi's eyes, as if he was just holding it in his hand, as easily as if he was going to get a fruit, but the next moment the gun was caught by Yang Qi in his hand.

Curator Long Wei's face changed drastically, and he tried hard to snatch the gun back with both hands. But I saw Yang Qi holding the gun in one hand and swinging it gently, and the ash gun seemed to turn into a dancing python in the blink of an eye. The writhing and bouncing barrel of the gun transmitted the power to the curator, who felt that he couldn't exert himself the right force, and immediately stumbled under his feet.

Hearing only a click, the barrel of the gun suddenly broke when he couldn't bear it, and the curator involuntarily fell forward. It's like the boyfriend who ran to his girlfriend in a TV series, the door was wide open, and his hands were dancing.

With such a ** attitude, the onlookers wanted to kick it, and some people couldn't help shouting: "Kick!"

In the next moment, Yang Qi lived up to expectations and kicked firmly on the curator's chest.

The curator flew out like a cloud, and the onlookers hurriedly dodged away, and no one went to pick him up. Falling to the ground with a bang, it seemed to hit something with a click, and the curator shook his head and looked down, only to see that he just fell on the sign!

Slut!**!Slut!Broken Shoes!

Eight big red letters, four big exclamation marks, and cracks that were smashed across the plaque. As soon as the curator tried hard, he wanted to get up, but his feet were weak, and he didn't have any strength in his body, so he sat back halfway through and slammed on the plaque again.

It was his heart that fell back, and he knew that Longwei Boxing Gym was completely finished.

Yang Qi walked over, followed by the fitness bar students who were flushed with excitement. Yang Qi looked down at him, his eyes were full of coldness: "Put away this sign and send it to your boss." I'm afraid only she can afford these eight words - let's go. ”

Yang Qi turned around, and the crowd in front of him flashed to both sides, as if to make way for the hero. Yang Qi pushed the door and walked out of the Longwei Boxing Gym, and at the door, a person stood under the moon, waiting for him. This time it's not Li Xuelian, it's a stupid cute.

- The onlookers held their breath.

"You're here," Yang Qi patted Qi Meng on the shoulder, and his tone was as if nothing had happened: "Go back, it's almost time to close the door." ”

"Hmm. Qi Meng nodded, and there was a star-like light in her eyes, like teardrops.

- The onlookers stared.

"Also, if I tell you something, you must promise me. Yang Qi looked at Qi Meng.

Qi Meng's face turned red, her eyes were a little dodgy, and then she looked back: "Say it, I promise you." ”

——The onlookers were ready to applaud, and one by one they compared the syllables of "Bo Yiao" and "Bo Ai" with their mouths.

"That's good. Yang Qi took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then- it was a Double Dragon Drill Kill!

"After, after, have, matter, son, give, me, say!" Yang Qi gritted his teeth: "What are you doing with it?

"Ahh

"Alas——!" The crowd sighed, and in the shouting and scolding of "Don't give up!", Yang Qi took Qi Meng away. (Today's festival is slightly full, so I uploaded it first.) Regarding guessing the world, I saw that some people guessed that it was "Lost Horizon", first of all-no~ The background of the next world is a well-known novel, which everyone knows at home and abroad. Written by a French writer who has passed away, come on, keep guessing~)