He Jiazheng didn't plan to fight Yang Shaotian in a bright way, after all, he was still a little jealous of Yang Shaotian, so he immediately copied the cooked copper stick and hit Yang Shaotian.

How could Yang Shaotian be an ordinary person? He had long expected that He Jia was such a good person, holding a gun in his right hand and his left hand behind his back, and he only picked it lightly to dissolve this fierce stick.

He Jiazheng didn't expect this result at all, although his martial arts are nothing compared to a real master, but his strength is definitely extraordinary among his peers, plus the weight of this cooked copper stick weighing dozens of catties itself, the stick just now made the air sound, but Yang Shaotian only held the gun in one hand, and dissolved the strength of the stick.

The surrounding students clapped their hands and applauded, they also felt that Yang Shaotian's shot was too incredible, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that He Jiazheng was powerful, but this also set off Yang Shaotian's high ability.

Xu Linling also applauded, her face flushed, she didn't expect Yang Shaotian to have such wonderful marksmanship. Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes, and the good feeling in their hearts is naturally deeper. Seeing this, the three roommates next to her also smiled, silently looking back and forth at Yang Shaotian and Xu Linling.

He Jiazheng couldn't unload his strength, and he took several steps back to barely stabilize his figure, holding the cooked copper stick in his hand, and he no longer had the invincible expression just now, but instead had a shocked face.

In contrast, Yang Shaotian's light and breezy expression was revealed. Yang Shaotian just sighed, and then said lightly, "Such a big man, such a heavy stick, but he only has such a little ability, he can't use it." ”

He Jiazheng was annoyed at this time, roared, and then changed from a stick in one hand to a stick in both hands, and danced the stick directly, like a whirlwind and clouds, even the students on the periphery could feel the air waves rolled out of the stick, and felt He Jiazheng's momentum that could not be underestimated.

Yang Shaotian closed his eyes, then opened one eye and looked sideways, and sneered, "It's just a momentum!"

He Jiazheng roared angrily, "You dare to underestimate me?!" and then kicked under his feet, and stepped towards Yang Shaotian with all his strength.

Yang Shaotian could see that although He Jiazheng's upper body seemed to have an absolutely strong defense because of the dancing stick, the pace of his lower body was too rough, and if he attacked his lower body, even if his overall strength was not very good, he would have a chance to knock him down.

But where is Yang Shaotian such a person who exploits loopholes, he knows that in order to subdue a person, he must start from the place where he thinks he is invulnerable.

After Yang Shaotian was firm in this idea, he also held the gun in his left hand behind his back, and made a starting gesture, with the tip of the gun pointing straight towards He Jiazheng's upper body.

He Jiazheng smiled disdainfully as he approached Yang Shaotian, "Just because you want to break my stick method with a frontal attack, you are killing yourself!"

Yang Shaotian didn't answer He Jiazheng's words, to deal with such a person, you don't need to talk too much, just let him suffer.

Yang Shaotian saw the timing of He Jiazheng's dancing stick, in his eyes, He Jiazheng's stick technique like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing in the eyes of others was as slow as a freeze frame in slow motion, and every movement and every gap could be seen clearly. Yang Shaotian's right wrist slammed into force, and the part of the gun held in his left hand stabbed forward, and the tip of the gun directly hit He Jiazheng's cooked copper stick.

That is, Yang Shaotian deliberately controlled his strength, because if he used all his strength, He Jiazheng would definitely fly out with a stick, so that the students who were watching the excitement around would also be injured, which was not the result Yang Shaotian wanted to see, so he only used three points of strength.

But even so, He Jiazheng still couldn't compete with the strength of Yang Shaotian's foundation building realm and 53% of the Taichu Dao Jue's comprehension, and the movement of his arms dancing with a stick stopped directly, he felt that his two arms were like being hit by some monster, and he was in pain, and he couldn't continue to dance the stick method.

Although He Jiazheng was mentally prepared to unload his strength this time, unlike last time, which was just a slight pick, Yang Shaotian broke through head-on this time, even if He Jiazheng was prepared, it was still difficult to unload this strange force. He Jiazheng took seven or eight steps back, and then tapped the ground with a stick before he barely stopped. But this time his situation was not so good, He Jiazheng gasped for breath and looked at Yang Shaotian with incredible eyes.

Yang Shaotian didn't care about He Jiazheng's expression, as if it was just a simple matter as turning over his hands, he shook his hand, and then stood quietly like this, looking at He Jiazheng.

"You've already lost. ”

It's just this sentence, a calm sentence, but it aroused He Jiazheng's endless anger.

Before, at the door of the cafeteria, Yang Shaotian's punch broke his hand enough to make him lose face; today, he himself said that the He family's proudest stick method was also lightly cracked by Yang Shaotian's gun in just a few moves. Now he is still openly talking to himself in front of everyone, with such a condescending posture.

He Jia was lowering his head and gritting his teeth, wanting to take advantage of Yang Shaotian's unpreparedness to give him a deadly sneak attack.

The surrounding students didn't see so many doorways, they only knew that Yang Shaotian had won, although the time was very short, but these students who usually had no chance to contact these students still felt enjoyable, and applauded and applauded, and even more prepared to get up and talk to Yang Shaotian.

At this moment, He Jia's squatting body rushed towards Yang Shaotian, who was about to turn around and leave.

Everyone's reaction is still far inferior to that of a person like He Jiazheng, who is quite confident in his blow, and feels that Yang Shaotian must be unable to escape the fate of being injured this time.

As everyone knows, this is like a slide slow in Yang Shaotian's eyes, but Yang Shaotian didn't expect this He Jiazheng to be so despicable, he didn't want to be ruthless anymore, but it seems that there is no way. Yang Shaotian's eyes gradually became cold, and the body that was about to turn around turned back in an instant, and then Yang Shaotian stabbed at the cooked copper stick that He Jia was hitting at him with three points of force.

Doutian Thirteen Style, the first style, break the sky!

In just the blink of an eye, the cooked copper stick in He Jiazheng's hand was broken into two!

He Jiazheng never imagined that this would become such a situation, this stick is a family heirloom of his own family, he took it out secretly, and now it is actually broken, how should he explain to his father now? He Jia was really panicked, so that he didn't even notice that the tiger's mouth holding the stick was drenched in blood from the blow just now.

Yang Shaotian put away the four elephant sticks into the storage space like a magic trick, and snorted disdainfully, "Sneak attack, what kind of thing is it? Taekwondo champion?

He Jiazheng stood up, pointed at Yang Shaotian with his blood-stained hands and roared, "You're finished, you're really finished now, this He Jie stick is my He family's heirloom, you actually broke it, my dad won't let you go!"

Yang Shaotian raised his eyes and glanced at He Jiazheng more, and then sneered, "It's just a broken stick, if it's broken, it's broken; don't say that your father won't let me go, it's hard to say who doesn't let go!"

After that, Yang Shaotian ignored He Jiazheng, who was still trembling in place, and a group of envious boys and girls around him, turned around and walked out of the crowd and walked away.

Xu Linling also looked at the figure that left like a god, and muttered to herself stupidly, "How many things do you still have that I don't know... ”