Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was angry. After thinking for a while, he still had no idea. He was too lazy to think about it anymore. He went to the equipment area, increased the weight to the maximum and started doing bench presses. He did more than a dozen in a row, but he didn't even break a sweat. a little.
"It's boring."
If it weren't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction to him, he wouldn't want to come to the martial arts gym again.
"Who is in charge here? We from the Longwei Martial Arts School are here to visit. Come and greet us!"
A voice like a broken gong sounded, and everyone in the martial arts gym looked curiously. They saw a tall, bald young man with fierce eyes standing in front of the gate of the martial arts gym. There was a long and narrow scar on his left face, which looked like a Centipedes crawled on his face, adding a bit of ferocity to him.
At the same time, a dignified middle-aged man wearing a black shirt, with a slicked back hair, and his hands behind his back walked into the martial arts gym with small steps. Behind him were two energetic young men.
"Look at this posture, they are going to kick the gym!" Song Yan secretly thought.
He Yong came forward with a smile, cupped his fists at the bald young man and said, "He Yong, I am the manager of the Zhao Family Quan Martial Arts School. What do you call your friends?"
The bald young man didn't appreciate He Yong's politeness and scolded him directly: "Who do you think you are? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to greet my master."
Martial arts practitioners are naturally strong-willed. They treat each other with courtesy, but the other party speaks harshly. This is unbearable. He Yong's face suddenly darkened and he stared at the bald young man coldly: "Who are you? You came to me. Are you coming to the Zhao Family Boxing Martial Arts School to run wild?"
"Well done!"
Seeing that there was a good show, the students in the martial arts hall gathered together and stood behind He Yong.
"What a bastard! If you dare to scold your grandpa, I'll beat him!" the bald young man shouted, raised his fist and smashed He Yong's face.
"Well done!"
He Yong's eyes narrowed, his eyes flashed, he strode forward, raised his arms, blocked the bald young man's fist, and kicked the opponent's calf with his right leg.
"Bang bang bang!"
Accompanied by a series of collision sounds, the two of them clashed head-on with several moves. The bald young man groaned and staggered back a few steps. He Yong stood there motionless. For a moment, the students in the martial arts school all cheered He Yong, and even some students ridiculed the bald young man. .
The bald young man's face turned red, and he shouted angrily and rushed towards He Yong again.
The middle-aged man with a slicked back hair spoke: "A Biao, step back, you are no match for him."
"Yes, Master."
The bald young man retreated honestly.
The big-backed middle-aged man took a step forward and said with a smile: "Xu Zaishan, the owner of Halong Weiwu Hall, came here today to ask Master Zhao for advice. I wonder if Master Zhao is here?"
If people respect me one foot, I will respect you one foot.
Xu Zaishan was so polite, and He Yong also said politely: "It turns out to be Master Xu. I have admired him for a long time. My master has been out for a while. I am afraid I will disappoint Master Xu."
"Going out? I guess I'm afraid of my master and don't dare to come out to meet people." A young man behind Xu Zaishan said loudly, with a bit of disdain and sarcasm on his face.
"What did you say? Say it again if you dare." He Yong's face darkened and he stared at the young man.
"I said Zhao Fengyang is a coward and doesn't dare to challenge!" The young man stared at He Yong with a provocative expression.
"Brother Yong, teach this brat a lesson!"
a student shouted.
Everyone who came here to learn boxing was more or less motivated by Zhao Fengyang's reputation. When they heard that boy insulting Zhao Fengyang, everyone felt very uncomfortable.
"Yes, teach him a lesson! Let this kid know how powerful our Zhao Family Quan is!" Another student immediately agreed.
He Yong raised his hand and everyone stopped shouting.
The next moment, he stepped forward, stared at the young man and said, "When you insult my master, you insult me. Either apologize or have a fight with me."
The young man smiled jokingly: "A turtle with a shrinking head is not worthy of my apology. It just so happens that I also want to see what kind of apprentice a turtle with a shrinking head can teach!"
"you wanna die!"
Hearing the other party's repeated insults to his master, He Yong couldn't bear it anymore. He flew out, spread out his arms, and launched a series of attacks directly at the young man.
The young man did not fight back, but dodged with a small and nimble pace. While dodging, he said sarcastic words to stimulate He Yong.
Song Yan, standing in the crowd, was thoughtful. The young man repeatedly provoked and taunted He Yong, and even insulted Zhao Fengyang. It was probably to anger He Yong and make him lose his sense of control. Song Yan felt very disdainful for his little trick.
Sure enough, after more than ten consecutive attacks, none of them hit the opponent. In addition, the opponent kept making rude remarks, and He Yong couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his eyes.
"Brother Yong, calm down, he is deliberately irritating you." Seeing this, Song Yan shouted.
After being reminded by Song Yan, He Yong was startled and suddenly realized that he immediately slowed down his attack and began to observe the opponent's pace and look for weaknesses.
He Yong was not weak in martial arts to begin with, but now that he did not take risks and fight steadily, the young man was wandering around and was at a disadvantage. This situation was a bit like the last battle between Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu.
Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the young man's eyes were a little panicked, and he hated Song Yan even more in his heart. Then he began to insult Zhao Fengyang again, and his language became more and more fierce.
Although He Yong was angry, after being reminded by Song Yan, he was not fooled and continued to act steadily.
Finally, the young man couldn't hold it any longer and started fighting with He Yong.
After more than ten moves, the young man was hit in the chest by He Yong's elbow and staggered backwards.
"Silver gun wax head!" He Yong stood proudly and sneered.
Suddenly, the young man's face turned blue and white.
"Master Zhao's disciple is indeed very powerful. I know you should ask Master He for some advice." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
"Shameless, if you can't beat me, let's fight!" a student cursed.
"That's right, the bullshit Dragon Mighty Martial Arts Hall is all about talking about great skills. It's better to call it the Insect Mighty Martial Arts Hall!" Another student followed and cursed.
"What are you two talking about? If you have the guts, say it again, I won't break your eggs!" The bald young man glared with a fierce look and shouted at the two students.
Hearing this, the two students were intimidated by the bald young man's aura and shrank their necks, daring not to say anything.
"Who dares to touch the students of my martial arts school? Are you tired of living?"
A clear female voice sounded, and then Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said to the bald young man: "If you are so ugly, you should stay at home. If you come to my martial arts gym to show off your skills, what should I do if I scare my students? Get out of here right away." !”
"Sister Xiaoyu is so powerful!"
"Sister Xiaoyu is domineering!"
"Yes, get out of here, you ugly man!"
"Ugly ghost, you scared the baby to death, get out of here!"
Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's arrival, all the students seemed to have found a backbone and cursed the bald head.
"Little girl, you are looking for death!"
The bald young man couldn't help but became furious, punched and rushed out, heading straight for Zhao Xiaoyu.
Seeing this scene, all the students smiled. This guy couldn't even defeat He Yong, but he dared to attack Zhao Xiaoyu. He was really impatient. (To be continued)