One of these two people was not unfamiliar to him. He was none other than Wang Yun, the iron-sand-palm man who had dealt a ruthless blow to him when they were sparring with him before.
However, at this moment, he did not pay special attention to Wang Yun. He just glanced at him and focused his attention on the old man next to Wang Yun who looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a calm and indifferent expression, and his whole body exudes restraint.
"Master, this old man is definitely a master!"
Looking at the old man, Zhuo Yun thought to himself based on his instinct.
When Zhuo Yun found Wang Yun and Wang Yun, Wang Yun also saw him, and felt strong jealousy and unwillingness in his heart.
As Lei Tian's former bodyguard, he was naturally present when Lei Tian investigated Zhuo Yun, knowing that Zhuo Yun was just a poor bastard.
Now Zhuo Yun actually owns a Lamborghini sports car. In Wang Yun's opinion, all this must have been given by Lei Tian, which made him very jealous and unwilling to give in.
"Hmph, aren't you just a little better at kung fu than me? Why can you get so many benefits? Today I will let you taste the feeling of lying on the ground." Wang Yun, who was slightly twisted in his heart, shouted with jealousy and unwillingness.
Pushing open the car door, Zhuo Yun stepped out. After locking the sports car, he stepped in front of Wang Yun and Wang Yun. He could feel that Wang Yun and Wang Yun came here for him.
"Iron Sand Palm Wang Yun, I haven't seen you for many days. It seems that your injury has healed." Zhuo Yun glanced at Wang Yun and said calmly.
Wang Yun's expressionless face flashed with a trace of shame, anger and sternness, and he said in a cold voice: "Thanks to you, I stayed in the hospital for half a month. I will never forget your great kindness.
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"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point." Zhuo Yun frowned and said impatiently.
Just now he felt that Wang Yun and his two men were coming with bad intentions. In this case, there was no need for him to give them face.
"Okay, since you said that, let me get straight to the point. This time my uncle and I are here with only one purpose, and that is to discuss martial arts with you."
"It's ridiculous to compare martial arts. I think they are here to take revenge." Zhuo Yun sneered and directly exposed Wang Yun's little thoughts.
A look of anger emerged, and Wang Yun snorted and said: "You can also think of it as seeking revenge. I don't know if you dare. Of course, if you don't dare, you can also admit defeat directly."
Hearing Wang Yun's clumsy provocation, Zhuo Yun smiled disdainfully. He was currently at a bottleneck and needed someone to practice and learn. Now someone came to his door, especially if the opponent was a master. Naturally, he would not refuse.
"What's wrong with this? If you want revenge, come with me." Glancing at the silent old man, Zhuo Yun walked towards the abandoned basketball court behind the community.
This used to be a place where men from the community played basketball, but now the basketball hoops and other items have been damaged. Without repairs, no one will come back. It can be used as a venue for competitions.
Standing on the basketball court, Zhuo Yun looked at the silent old man opposite him with a serious expression. He could feel that this old man was definitely the strongest enemy he had ever encountered.
"Dong Wuya, the Iron Smelter!"
"Five Elements Fist Zhuoyun!"
Although he didn't like this way of introduction, Zhuo Yun still cupped his hand, secretly wondering about the kung fu he had practiced with Dong Wuya.
It stands to reason that this Dong Wuya is Wang Yun's uncle, and he should also practice iron sand palm. When he signed up, he claimed to be an iron smelter, which made him secretly feel wary.
"Junior, I advise you to surrender voluntarily, otherwise once you are hit by my iron-smelting hand, you will definitely be dead or injured." Dong Wuya's arms naturally drooped, and he said with a confident and indifferent expression, as if telling a fact.
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Hearing Dong Wuya's words, Wang Yun outside the basketball court was secretly worried, fearing that Zhuo Yun was really frightened and that once he gave in, his idea of seeing Zhuo Yun knocked to the ground would be shattered.
Shaking his head, Zhuo Yun chuckled and said, "Thank you, Senior Dong, for your kindness. Please help me."
"Hehe, great, now we have something good to watch."
Wang Yun, who was originally worried, finally felt relieved and looked at Zhuo Yun in the field with a gloating expression. He had absolute confidence in Master Dong Wuya.
"Since you didn't listen to the advice, you can't blame me." Dong Wuya's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and raised his hands slightly, an invisible energy flowing in his palms.
"Sure enough, he has some skills." After noticing the changes in the opponent's hands, Zhuo Yun's expression changed slightly, and he decisively activated the energy in his body and assumed the starting position of Xingyiquan.
"Hoo!" A breeze blew by, and the two people standing opposite each other stepped forward to attack at the same time.
"Bang bang bang!"
A punch and a palm collided between the two people. Each impact produced a dull sound and a surge of air. For a while, the two were fighting at an even pace, and they were going back and forth happily.
"It's amazing. This kid can actually resist the attack of his uncle." Wang Yun, who was outside the basketball court, was secretly shocked. Although he knew that Zhuo Yun was stronger than him, he didn't expect that he was so much stronger than him.
If he faced Dong Wuya, he would definitely not be able to withstand so many head-on blows.
"Haha, so happy!"
Zhuo Yun couldn't help laughing after the head-on collisions. Driven by the vitality in his body, every collision made him feel that the vitality in his body was more active, and his control over the vitality was gradually increasing.
Zhuo Yun became more and more courageous as he fought. As the energy in his body surged, the power of his fists became stronger and stronger.
Compared to him, Dong Wuya seemed a little depressed. At the beginning, he could accept the power of Zhuo Yun's fist, but as time went by, the terrifying power became difficult for him to resist.
"How is it possible that Uncle Master is at a disadvantage?" Wang Yun, who was watching, exclaimed in disbelief.
Just as Wang Yun was exclaiming, Dong Wuya's palms were also changing. The palms that originally looked fair and slender began to glow with a strange fiery red color.
"Bang bang bang!"
Zhuo Yun, who was fighting in full swing, immediately felt a scorching heat pass through Dong Wuya's palms and imprint on his fists. At first, the heat was not too high, but later it became more and more intense.
It was so hot that it even turned into traces of fire poison trying to invade his body.
With the help of a collision, Zhuo Yun quickly retreated, using the vitality in his body to remove the fire poison that invaded his body. He looked solemnly at Dong Wuya's palms that had turned red.
"Haha, Uncle Master has finally shown off his true skills. Let's see how you can resist now." A confident smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yun's mouth, and he looked at Zhuo Yun teasingly, preparing to see how he would be embarrassed and severely injured.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Dong Wuya waved his hands, and a wave of heat emerged with the waving of his palms. Although it did not reach the point of turning into flames, you could still see the visual distortion of his air under the action of high temperature.
