A group of teenagers from elite martial arts schools were immediately furious.

People in the School of Practice are not happy either.

What this is said is humane?

What does it mean that you can beat me up?

If we hadn't been able to beat you, we would have torn you to pieces long ago!

Song Yue successfully offended both sides with one sentence, but he didn't care. He still looked at a group of elite martial arts teenagers opposite him, and said, "Okay, it's useless to talk about the matter between martial arts men. Let's see the truth on his fists and feet. Who will come first?"

As he said that, he suddenly frowned and turned his head to look at Wenrou: "What time is it?"

Gentle softly stunned for a moment, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said softly: "Ten:50..."

"Oh, then you only have ten minutes. I'm going to go home for dinner at eleven o'clock. Martial arts, you know, you'll be hungry if you don't eat," Song Yue explained seriously, with a little discussion in his tone, "So in order not to waste time, you'll be the strongest, come right. I'll have to go home for dinner after the fight, okay?"

His attitude aroused the anger of a group of elite martial arts teenagers.

Did he not take them seriously at all?

Has this arrogant boy ever heard of elite martial arts schools?

A young man stood up and sneered: "Eat? You won't be able to eat soon!"

Song Yue suddenly slapped his forehead and looked at Wenrou again: "By the way, I forgot to ask just now, which grandson made you cry?"

Everyone: "..."

Gentle and pursed her lips speechless, she was soft-hearted, and when she encountered such a thing, she would not have the nerve to say it in public.

The young man who stood up sneered and raised his eyebrows: "Sun Thief, it's your grandfather and me! You're her brother? I just touched her face. It's so fragrant! It smells so good!"

Song Yue turned around, exhaled, and showed a smile on his face: "Good smell?"

"And!" The young man raised his neck, his face full of dissatisfaction and eight resentment: "If you have the will, you can fuck me!"

Then he came to Song Yue and made a starting move. But before he could speak again, Song Yue suddenly raised his leg and kicked the boy directly in the stomach and kicked him to the ground.

"I am a civilized and polite person!" he said.

Then he picked up a slipper on his foot with lightning speed, rushed to the kicked boy, swung his slippers and looked at him, and then slapped his face.

All this was so fast that almost everyone couldn't react.

The boy's cheeks quickly swollen, but Song Yue turned the slippers around, pressed the sole of the shoe upwards on the boy's blood-flowing nose, and asked loudly: "Does this smell fragrant? Does it smell good?"

The boy was stunned and his mind was blank. He couldn't even react to what happened?

The people from other elite martial arts schools were also stunned.

They have never met such a person who is not a rule-oriented person before.

Until Song Yue put away his slippers with contempt and saw that there was blood on it, he immediately threw them on the boy's face with disgust and simply barefoot.

The boy's body was arched like a shrimp, covered his stomach with both hands, his face was covered with blood, and then he coughed loudly and retching loudly.

Snot and tears flowed down with blood.

The scene was terrible.

The people from other elite martial arts schools were completely angry!

"Little La Chicken, you're doing a sneak attack!"

"Shameless!"

"shameless!"

Song Yue looked innocent: "Aren't we fighting? Isn't the fight a lot? Who is fighting faster, more accurate and more ruthless? You won't think this is a competition on the ring, right?"

The students of the School of Practice, who were originally in a heavy mood and complicated mood, suddenly burst into laughter.

It's so fucking satisfying!

Just now, this boy is the most arrogant!

Seeing him like this now, it’s so comfortable!

Tell the rules with Song Yue?

Too naive!

They have suffered too much of this loss!

The surname Song has always been so shameless. I hope he will tell you the rules? That's a dream!

In the past, they were always full of grievances and anger, but today they finally changed people!

There is a feeling of serfs turning over and singing.

A handsome boy who looked eighteen or nineteen years old in the elite martial arts hall stopped the companions who were excited to rush over, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Yue: "I've been out of sight, I didn't realize that you have two more tricks."

Song Yue smiled and said modestly and sincerely: "No, no, I am ordinary, I'm just a good match if I beat you like. No matter how powerful I am, I'm not an opponent."

The 18 or 19-year-old boy: "…"

Is this humility?

He walked out slowly, about three meters away from Song Yue, and promised not to be attacked by sneak attacks. He looked at Song Yue and said, "It's me that I want to pursue gentleness. They are all brothers who come with me. You are Wenrou's brother. You have stood up for us for your sister. There is nothing wrong with it, but I have to find my brother back. Also, if I defeat you, you can't stop me from pursuing her in the future!"

This guy is a little interesting.

Song Yue thought to himself.

It's not like those group of straight young warriors, who get excited after a little teasing, like a scheming person.

He doesn't like scheming warriors.

What should people who use fists and feet to solve problems all day long need to do?

I'll do this!

"Whether you defeat me or not has nothing to do with pursuing gentleness."

Song Yue looked at the other party: "I came because you bullied her, which made her cry unhappy. Young people can pursue girls, but they can't use this method. Whoever has a big fist can take the woman away directly. I have already had a lot of wives and concubines!"

Everyone: "..."

The 18 or 19-year-old boy has a dark face. Who are you pretending to be old here?

He was already very calm, but when faced with this lazy and capable boy, he still had the urge to punch the other person in the face and hit him with a full face.

"Come on, your qi and blood are restrained, you are close to the Grandmaster realm, and you are also a master. Let me see how powerful you are?"

Song Yue said casually.

But he was very cautious in his heart and felt a little moved that the elite martial arts hall is worthy of being the number one martial arts hall in Hangzhou, and its foundation is indeed profound.

The little guy in front of him looked about the same age as him, but his cultivation level was almost catching up with him!

Such an opponent may suffer losses if he is careless.

To deal with such an opponent, you must make the opponent angry and lose your mind, so that you will have more opportunities.

Meng Xudong was directly laughed at by anger. Even if the other party saw through his true cultivation at a glance, he should be a good master, but so what?

Before this, he had just won the gold medal in the Under 20 World Championships!

He has never met an opponent of the martial artist!

Even if this young man is not weak, so what can it do?

If a martial artist does not have the spirit of being the best in the world, how can he be a martial artist?

Let’s just practice!

Meng Xudong also made a starting move, but unlike the young man who was stunned by Song Yue's operation, his starting move contained several changes, which did not give Song Yue a chance to attack.

And with this hand gesture, he kept exploding like fried beans.

With crackling sounds, the qi and blood are released, and the whole person's energy and spirit instantly become completely different from the moment, like a tiger out of the cage!

The group of people in the School of Practice turned pale, and then I realized that they were not very serious just now, otherwise it would be as simple as their group of classmates being beaten and cried with a bruised nose.

Song Yue still looked as if he was careless and looked at Meng Xudong and said, "Let's take action, I'm in a hurry to go home for dinner!"

Eat your grandma's claws!

Meng Xudong glared and growled, his movements were as fast as a leopard, and he bent his body to attack Song Yue.

With one punch, there was a buzzing sound of wind and thunder!

Song Yue raised his hand and punched him.

A seemingly ordinary punch made a dull sound when the two punches intersected!

Bang!

Song Yue shook his body, but he did not retreat, and Meng Xudong took two steps back.

His face became more cautious. The person in front of him was indeed a true master who was hidden!

The opponent's strength is no less than him.
To be continued...