Seeing the burly man like this, everyone in the National Arts Department couldn't help but retreat.

As old students of Yunlong High School, they are very aware of the strength of the burly man in front of them.

Although he didn't participate in the last Yunlong Martial Arts, almost everyone knew that this guy didn't bother to participate in that kind of competition at all.

It's just because the opponent who once fought against him has been either dead or wounded so far!

He even once made a bold statement to the school's top management, saying, "The Muay Thai I practiced is a killing skill, and it is not suitable for school competition." ”

For such words, the school's senior management is also very angry, but they are helpless, just because they do have superb strength.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Gu Qingfeng, look at it, this is the garbage of your national art department!"

The burly man looked at Gu Qingfeng not far away, and his words were filled with deep contempt.

He looked condescendingly at everyone in the national art department, looking very disdainful. When he came out at this time, he just wanted to slap the face of the Department of National Arts in front of all the new students.

"Presumptuous, see if I come to meet you......"

Before Gu Qingfeng could answer, a person jumped out of the camp of the National Arts Department.

As soon as this person appeared, it was as if he had been injected with a shot of heart booster in the camp of the National Arts Department!

"Senior Zhang Qiang is so good! Give this guy a little color. ”

"Come on, senior, correct the name of my country's art department. ”

"Hit him, hit him......"

Everyone in the national art department shouted one after another, and at this moment, they swept away the previous decadence, and pinned their hopes on the young man in front of them who was called Zhang Qiang.

"Zhang Qiang, the second master of the National Martial Arts Department, the twenty-first in the last Yunlong Martial Arts?"

The burly man looked at Zhang Qiang, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer.

"Hmph, you'll pay for your hubris!"

Before Zhang Qiang's words fell, he flashed forward and swept towards the back of the burly man's neck with a whip leg.

What Huaxia Guowu emphasizes is that walking like the wind, sitting like a clock, and standing like a pine. Zhang Qiang's leg stroke, like a volcanic eruption, swept away at this moment. This scene made the momentum in the camp of the national art department even higher.

"Good, good, good......"

Everyone shouted in unison, as if Zhang Qiang had trampled the burly man under his feet at this moment.

But the burly man stood there, not dodging or dodging, and a sneering smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Bang ......"

A dull sound came, and the young man's whip leg kicked firmly into the burly man's body.

But what was surprising was that the burly man was still standing there like that, and he couldn't help but sneer at all.

"The garbage of the national art department, just because you are worthy of doing it with me?"

The burly man stretched out his right hand and grabbed the boy's ankle fiercely.

Zhang Qiang secretly said "not good" in his heart at this moment, but it was too late to rein in his legs.

Then I saw that the burly man grabbed the young man's ankle, took a step forward with his right foot, and then forced his wrist to directly throw the young man's body away.

"Ah......h

The young man let out a heart-rending scream, and his body carried a strong and invincible force, directly smashing the plaque of the national art camp to smithereens.

"Boy, the national art you believe in is worthless in my eyes!"

The burly man sneered.

At this time, Zhang Qiang, a master of the national arts department who was still operating as fiercely as a tiger just now, was lying on the ground and rolling in pain, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries.

Everyone present was stunned at the moment.

Some people may have thought that Zhang Qiang would lose, but no one ever thought that Zhang Qiang would lose so cleanly.

Is it because Huaxia Guoshu is vulnerable? No, it's Chachai who is too strong!

"Chachai, you've gone too far!"

Gu Qingfeng glanced at the young man's miserable state, frowned and scolded the burly man.

"Gu Qingfeng, do you want me to beat you up in front of this group of freshmen?"

When Chachai looked at Gu Qingfeng, a pair of tiger eyes were full of playfulness.

As the head of the Muay Thai Department of Yunlong High School, he has no fear of the entire Guoshu Department.

"You ......"

Gu Qingfeng stretched out his right hand and pointed at Chachai, but he was suddenly so angry by the guy in front of him that he couldn't speak.

He knew in his heart that he would never be able to do anything with the other party at this moment. Defeat may be a small thing for him.

But if he is the head of the Department of National Arts, and he was beaten by the other party in front of so many new students, then it is very likely that no one from the Department of National Arts will report this year.

And at this moment, everyone around also set their eyes on Gu Qingfeng of the National Art Department, looking like he was watching a good show.

Almost everyone knows that this is Chachai, the head of the Muay Thai department, who deliberately wants to give the Guoshu department a disappointment when the school recruits new people.

"Gu Qingfeng, what about the food you promised?"

At this time, an abrupt voice sounded, and I saw Yang Yang in front of Gu Qingfeng talking impatiently.

As soon as his voice fell, the scene fell silent, and then bursts of mocking laughter erupted.

Everyone in the camp of the national art department buried their heads in their chests one by one, looking faceless.

Sun Shiqi's face was black at the moment, she wanted to scold the guy in front of her, but she didn't know how to speak.

She couldn't figure out how this guy in front of her, until now, only thought about eating!

Anna, who was Chachai's female companion, laughed coquettishly at this moment, "Hehe, all the geniuses of this national art department have been waiting here for seven days, is it a fool who came out of a mental hospital?"

As soon as Anna's voice fell, everyone around her burst into laughter.

They pointed their fingers at Yang Yang, who was dressed in tatters, and all kinds of foul language continued to come out of their mouths. Everyone in the Zhijiang National Art Department heard that it was called a red face.

"Brother Yang, look at this ......"

Gu Qingfeng looked at Yang Yang, and he also looked like he wanted to say something. It's just that at this moment, in the depths of his eyes, he couldn't help but show a trace of expectation.

"You trash, are you laughing at me?"

Yang Yang looked at the people around him and said softly. Then, like a curious baby, he walked towards Chachai not far away......

He just walked like that, wiping the sweat stains from his face with his sleeve.

Sun Shiqi looked at Yang Yang's back, and suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, with a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"This, this, how is this possible?"

Because she clearly saw that every step Yang Yang took left a footprint three or four centimeters deep on the ground of the school's orientation area!

You must know that the floor of the orientation area of Yunlong University is all made of marble. God knows how strong it will be to leave footprints on it.

"You, who do you say is trash?"

As the head of the Muay Thai department, Chachai is admired by thousands of people wherever he goes. No one has ever dared to insult him to his face like this.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you, I mean, all of you here are rubbish!"

Yang Yang scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then looked at the people around him who were ridiculing him a little inadvertently, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Boy, you're going to pay the price for your hubris just like that guy!"

Chachai stretched out his tongue and licked his lips gently, and then pointed at Zhang Qiang, who was still rolling on the ground, with a cruel face.

"Ten drawers of xiaolongbao, help you scrap his ......"

At this moment, Yang Yang suddenly turned around slightly, looked at Gu Qingfeng behind him, and grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"What, what is this guy talking about? He wants to get rid of Chachai?"

A Muay Thai student looked at Yang Yang, his mouth wide open, looking like a fool.

"Hahaha, the deal, but it's good to stop at the point!"

Feng Qingyang readily agreed, but he didn't have the slightest doubt about the strength of this Yang Yang in front of him......