Magic Love Ring

Song Yun didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu got angry. After thinking about it for a while, he was still clueless. He didn't bother to think about it. He came to the equipment area to increase the weight to start bench press. a little.

"Nothing."

If it weren't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction to him, he wouldn't want to come to the Wuguan again.

"Who is in charge here, we will visit the Longwei Wukan and come to welcome us!"

A gong-like voice sounded, everyone in the martial arts looked curiously, and saw a tall bald young man with a fierce look standing in front of the gate of the martial arts. He had a narrow scar on his left face, just like a He crawled on his face, adding a bit of fierceness to him.

At the same time, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt, with a big back and a pair of hands carrying his hands, walked into the martial arts hall, followed by two young men full of energy and spirit.

"Look at this posture, they are going to kick the hall!" Song Yan secretly said.

He Yong greeted him with a smile and hugged his fist in front of the bald young man: "He Yongxia, director of Zhaojiaquan Wuguan, how do you call your friends?"

For He Yong's polite bald youth, he didn't appreciate it, and cursed: "What are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to meet my master."

People who practice martial arts are just natural, they treat each other with courtesy, but the other side speaks badly, it is personally intolerable, He Yong's face suddenly sinks, and he stares coldly at the bald young man: "What kind of onion do you count, run to me The Zhao Family Boxing Martial Arts Museum is here? "

"Good curse!"

The trainees in the martial arts hall watched a good show and gathered together, standing behind He Yong.

"Fuck! You dare scold your grandfather, watch!" The bald young man sang, raised his fist, and smashed into He Yong's face.

"Good job!"

He Yong's eyes narrowed, his light flickered, he strode forward, his arms crossed, blocking the bald youth fist, and kicking his right leg to the other's calf.

"Bang, bang!"

Along with a series of impact sounds, the two slammed their heads. The bald young man groaned and stepped back a few steps. He Yong stood still and stood still. For a moment, why did the martial arts students applaud, and some of the students sneered at the bald youth .

The bald young man turned red with anger and rushed to He Yong again.

The middle-aged man with his big back said, "Abiao backs down. You are not his opponent."

"Yes, Master."

The bald youth retreated honestly.

Dabeitou middle-aged stepped forward and said with a smile: "At the Halong Museum, the host Xu Zaishan, came to Zhao for advice today. I wonder if Master Zhao is available?"

People respect me, I respect you.

Xu Zaishan behaved so politely, He Yong also said politely: "It turned out to be Master Xu. For a long time, the teacher has been out for a while, I'm afraid Master Xu will be disappointed."

"Going out? I think I'm scared of my master. Don't dare to come out and meet people." A young man behind Xu Zaishan exclaimed, with a little disdain and sarcasm on his face.

"What are you talking about? There is a kind to say again." He Yong sank, staring at the young man.

"I said Zhao Fengyang was a tortoise with no head to fight!" The young man stared at He Yong with a provocative look.

"Brother Yong, teach this kid who knows nothing!"

Shouted a student.

Everyone who comes here to learn boxing has more or less the fame of running Zhao Fengyang, and it's not comfortable for everyone to hear that boy insults Zhao Fengyang.

"Yes, teach him! Let this kid know how powerful our Zhao Jiaquan is!" There was a trainee immediately.

He Yong raised his hand, and the crowd stopped shouting.

The next moment, he stepped forward, staring at the young man and saying, "You insult my teacher, you are insulting me, either apologize or fight me."

The young man laughed and said, "A turtle with a shrinking head is not worthy to make me apologize. I just want to see what kind of apprentice a turtle with a shrinking head can teach!"

"you wanna die!"

Hearing the other person's insults to Master repeatedly, where could Yong Yong stand, he flew out, arms spread out, and a series of attacks greeted the young man.

The youth did not fight back, but evaded with a small and flexible pace, while evading and stimulating He Yong with sarcasm.

Standing in the crowd, Song Yong thought about it. The young man repeatedly provoked and ridiculed He Yong, and even he insulted Zhao Fengyang. It should be to provoke He Yong, to make him confused, and Song Yu was very disdainful of his small scheme.

Sure enough, more than a dozen consecutive attacks did not hit the opponent, coupled with the other side has been saying good words, He Yong could not help a little more anxious.

"Brother Yong, calm down, he's deliberately irritating you." Song Xuan shouted when he saw this.

He was reminded by Song Yong that He Yong was shocked in his heart and suddenly realized that he suddenly slowed down the attack and began to observe the opponent's pace and look for weaknesses.

He Yong was not weak in martial arts. Now instead of risking steady and steady, the young man was walking around and fell into the wind. This situation is a bit like the last battle between Song Kun and Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the young man's eyes were a little flustered, and his heart hated Song Kun even more. Then, he began to insult Zhao Fengyang, and his language became more and more intense.

Although He Yong was angry, he was not fooled after being reminded by Song Yong, but he was still steady.

Finally, the young man couldn't bear it and he fought with He Yong.

More than a dozen strokes passed, and the young man was slammed into the chest by He Yong with an elbow, leaning backwards.

"Silver gun head!" He Yong stood proudly, smirking.

Suddenly, the young man turned blue and white.

"Master Zhao's apprentice is really powerful, knowing what you are going to ask Master for a few tricks." Middle-aged Shen said with a big back.

"Shameless, you can't beat the wheel!" A student scolded.

"Yes, the **** Longweiwu Pavilion has a lot of effort. It might as well be called Wormwell Museum!" Another student scolded.

"What do you two say? One more thing, Lao Tzu won't blast your eggs!" The bald young man stared at him with a stare, and yelled at the two students.

Hearing that both trainees were deterred by the momentum of the bald youth and shrank their necks and didn't dare to speak again.

"Who dares to move my martial arts students? Are you impatient?"

A crisp woman's voice sounded. Then, Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said to the bald young man, "You should stay at home so good when you look so ugly. Run to my home martial arts hall to show off your strength, and scare my students. ! "

"Sister Xiaoyu is mighty!"

"Sister Xiaoyu is domineering!"

"Yes, the ugly get out!"

"Ugly, you scared the baby, hurry up!"

Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's arrival, all the students seemed to have found their backbone and scolded their bald heads.

"You're looking for death!"

The bald young man couldn't help anger, rushed out with fists, and came straight to Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing this scene, the trainees all smiled. This guy couldn't even beat He Yong. He dared to attack Zhao Xiaoyu actively, and he was really impatient.

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