Zhao Dehai felt a little disappointed, but since Master Huang had already said this, he couldn't continue to pester him.
Originally, Zhao Dehai wanted to ask Master Huang to take action against Ye Fan, but the other party felt that Ye Fan was a junior and could not win with force, so he was unwilling to take action himself. Fortunately, Master Huang still appointed his eldest disciple Wu Zhiyang to help.
For Zhao Dehai, this trip was not in vain.
Then, under the leadership of the martial arts disciples, Zhao Dehai came to a training ground and saw a burly middle-aged man who exuded an intimidating aura and was full of courage, scolding the junior disciples harshly.
I saw him scolding and violently beating those poor junior brothers.
"If you want to practice martial arts, you have to work hard!"
"What is Kung Fu?"
"Kung Fu is developed over time!"
"You speak!"
"block!"
"block!"
"block!"
"Two or three years of cat-foot skills!"
"This punch takes twenty years of effort!"
"Can you stop me?"
Finished!
This burly man punched a wooden dummy with all his strength!
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, the wooden mannequin split into several pieces!
"hiss!"
Suddenly, the junior fellow apprentices on the scene were so frightened that they became speechless. Everyone couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air and stared at the middle-aged man in front of them in panic.
And this middle-aged man shouted angrily... "Practice!"
After being scolded, these junior fellow apprentices immediately gathered around the wooden dummy and began to practice hard, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Seeing such powerful strength, Zhao Dehai on the side couldn't help but admire: "What a domineering punch, it's so amazing!"
Hearing the outsider's voice, the burly man turned around, frowned slightly, stared at Zhao Dehai warily, and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
At this time, the martial arts disciple who led Zhao Dehai over quickly explained: "Elder brother, this is Mr. Zhao Dehai! The master asked me to bring him here to find you!"
That’s right!
The middle-aged man in front of me, who can punch to the flesh and create wind with his fists, is none other than Master Huang’s proud disciple...Wu Zhiyang!