"Uncle Shizu! Please respect yourself!"

Cheng Fang's eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"Self-respect?"

Wang Yang was confused.

After listening to the master's thoughts, he gloated: "Wow~ Xiaoyangzi, you have become bad, but I am very happy to hear the master!"

The pot exploded in the martial arts hall.

"The surname is Wang! I'm just a personal challenge!"

"There's a kind of war!"

"Don't think about bullying our second senior sister!"

The crowd was furious.

「？？？」

There was a question mark flashing in his eyes, what and what was this!

Tie Dare dared to take into account the master's sake, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Shi, don't make jokes, if you are tired, I won't bother you to advise."

"Uh-huh......

Wang Yangxin said that this group of people is not practicing martial arts and their heads are stunned, and the donkey's lips are not in the horse's mouth.

He nodded his head, "Let's get the bronze man down, I'll go downstairs and wait first."

Subsequently.

No longer stayed, led Tingye out of the gate of the martial arts hall and entered the elevator.

Arrive downstairs at the mall.

Hearing the master asked, "How do you feel about practicing with the bronze man?"

"It's really good."

Wang Yang reminisced and said: "Turn it, just rotate it flexibly and swing your fists and feet, although it is just a few fixed trajectories, it can trigger my Bajiquan, and it is also strong, and it can't be broken at all."

It's only been an hour of practice.

There has been a noticeable increase in control.

I believe that if you stick to it, it won't be long before you can collect and exert your strength as you want when it is triggered.

Gradually.

He waited left and right, and he didn't dare to take the bronze man down with his junior disciples.

The trucks have arrived.

The driver urged, "How much longer?"

"Master."

Wang Yang swept the other party's collection code, "Take this hundred yuan to buy cigarettes and smoke first, I'll take a look."

The driver instantly turned into a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, you can wait as long as you want, it doesn't matter."

"Hmm."

Wang Yang nodded.

The bronze man weighs more than 1,000 catties and can't walk the elevator, but even if he takes the stairs, he should get it out.

Could it be that Tang Renjie's apprentices are disobedient?

He was ready to go in and have a look.

While waiting for the elevator, a young man wearing a practice uniform ran over from the staircase out of breath, "Uncle Shi! Uncle Ancestor!"

"What's going on?"

Wang Yang was puzzled.

"It's a big deal!"

The young man raised his hand and pointed upward, "Senior brother, when they moved, the *** surnamed Jin was provocative, and he was crushed by the bronze man when he shook around."

"What?"

Wang Yang didn't know why, "Which surname is Jin?"

"It's the taekwondo gym downstairs in the martial arts hall."

The young man was anxious, "The senior brother and the second senior sister were beaten by Jin ***'s father, that is, Director Jin, and the bronze man was detained!!

He grabbed Wang Yang's clothes again, "Master asked us to call you Uncle Ancestor, it must be very powerful, right?" You can't just ignore it!"

"So crazy?"

Wang Yang's eyebrows raised, "Go, go up with me."

Bronze man, sparring to improve control!

Tie Dare and Cheng Fang are the bodyguards of the town's house!

They were all moved!

Who can be indifferent?

They go straight on.

In front of the taekwondo gym.

All the disciples of the martial arts hall gathered, blushing and having a thick neck.

A group of young men and women in white uniforms stood at the door, sneering.

"I pressed our senior brother's foot, did you think about how to lose it?"

"It's too vegetable, the curator makes a move

It's like abusing a dog."

"What about your master? Too scared to come out, right?"

"Haha, a big shrunken turtle, a small bunch of rookies!"

And the bronze man fell in the middle.

Curator Jin, who is nearly forty years old, has a special black belt wrapped around his waist.

He sat majestically on the bronze man's head, with one foot on his chest.

In front of it.

Tie Dang and Cheng Fang fell to the ground, and every time they tried to support their bodies, they were stepped on by Director Jin's other foot and fell down again.

"Who dares to come over and help me, try?"

On the bronze man's lap, Jin Songzhong sat there, holding his feet with both hands and rubbing them constantly, "Hmph! I've got my big toe crushed, so let your garbage master talk to my dad."

The martial arts hall was furious.

But they were all shocked by Director Jin, and they didn't dare to approach the senior brother and the second senior sister.

Suddenly.

"Let's go, quick! Uncle Shi is here!" The young man raised his throat and shouted at the brothers and sisters who were blocking the road.

The martial arts hall crowd parted to the sides.

However, the face is as dead as ashes.

In their minds, their uncles and ancestors are also powerful.

Let's not talk about the wrong mind......

With that slightly thin body, I'm afraid Dajin *** can be knocked down with one finger!

"Uncle Shi?"

Director Jin was a little panicked when he heard this, Tang Renjie's strength was on par with himself, wouldn't the higher generation surpass him?

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of him, his son, and many disciples, a young figure holding Erha appeared.

They all looked behind each other, and there was no one else?

"Huh...... Bluff!"

Jin Songzhong glanced at his father, and shouted fearlessly, "Where is your uncle?"

"I am."

Wang Yang walked up to the Jin family father and son and stopped.

Hearing the master raised the dog's head, "Little Yangzi, them!"

"Oh?"

Curator Jin looked at the other party playfully, "Just you? Where did the Tang Pavilion Master recognize a weak chicken uncle?"

"Wang Yang! Go away, don't make trouble!"

Cheng Fang was angry and anxious, "What can you do, do you know who he is?"

"Even the two of us, ......"

Tie Dare said weakly halfway, and continued without the face.

In the next second, a scene that caught everyone off guard happened!

As if he hadn't heard, Wang Yang glanced at the Jin family's father and son, and said in a cold voice, "Roll down from my bronze figure, kneel and wipe it clean, and I will consider forgiving you."

"You're tired of being alive, aren't you?"

Curator Jin's face changed instantly, and he stood up and looked like he was looking at a dead man, "I want to find death, I don't mind fulfilling you!"

"Hey!"

Cheng Fang's face turned pale, "Are you listening?"

If something happens to this broken uncle, the master will be angry, and he and the senior brother will definitely not be spared........

When the disciples of the taekwondo gym heard this, they laughed happily one after another.

"Did I hear me right? Who does this little Bi think he is? How dare you speak to our curator?"

"Do you want to kneel down and wipe it clean? I bet he's got his limbs broken today."

"I guess the third leg won't be spared."

"Our curator is a black belt of nine dans!"

"Normal at least 60 years old and have made a significant contribution to taekwondo. And the curator has created a new actual combat killing move, and he has been awarded exceptionally!"

Tie Dare dared to reach out and grab Curator Jin's leg, "Wang Yang, you run!"

"Get out of here!"

Curator Jin kicked it down.

The big iron dared, slid ten meters out on the smooth floor tiles, and hit the wall, his consciousness a little blurred.

"Big brother!"

Cheng Fang burst into tears, "He

If you want to die, let him die, we don't care about him!"

At the same time, Jin Songzhong pointed at Wang Yang, "Why don't you speak? Scared silly by my dad, right? When we do, we'll tear down the sign of the Eight Poles Gate and smash it."

Wang Yang glanced at the former and said lightly, "Sure enough, it's a ***."

"Dad, kill him!" Kim Song Jong was furious.

"It's so boring to die, I'll make him worse than dead."

Curator Jin smiled evilly.

In the blink of an eye.

He reached out with lightning in his palm!

Grabbed Wang Yang's neck in his eyes!!