The leader was a man in his early thirties, picking up green hair, with a slightly gloomy eyes, long hands and feet, tall and strong figure, followed by several disciples from the gymnasium. This man was the "Jihe Gymnasium"
The coach, Mao Xiaolang.
Originally, he was from Long. He came back from studying in Japan in his early years, but when he came back, he changed his name to Mao Xiaolang, rented a floor in Wanda Shopping Mall, and opened a martial arts school. He made a famous name in Qingzhou in just five years, and even even
The Huohu Gang is unwilling to provoke them.
Mao Xiaolang's eyes were too long, and he swept over Zhuo Yu and Zhuo Ling, frowned and said, "You two are practicing this kind of garbage kung fu here?"
"Mao Xiaolang, what's your business? Our Zhuo family doesn't welcome you in." Zhuo Yu said loudly.
In the past, Zhuo Yu and Zhuo Ling were sent to the 'Jihe Gym' to learn martial arts by their parents, and contributed 100,000 yuan to the martial arts hall every month. However, Mao Xiaolang is a cunning person who only knows how to collect money, but does not give it to them real kung fu. Zhuo
Yu had long been extremely annoyed by him.
This time, when I saw my second cousin come back, I showed my immortal-like methods, so I naturally didn't want to go to the "Jihe Gyat Hall" to learn martial arts, which made Mao Xiaolang very unhappy.
Mao Xiaolang said with a smile: "Your Zhuo family is a big family in Qingzhou, so I naturally can't afford to offend me, but I, Mao Xiaolang, are not a coward who can be bullied. You keep saying that you have found a new master, which is even better than me, but I want to see you.
Who can poach my students from me?"
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly. He was obviously from Long, but he was a person from Fusang. He was wearing hard-board wooden clogs and walking, making a sound, his feet were standing very open, his hands were holding his arms, and his beards were still on his eyes.
It is narrow and long, and it makes people feel uncomfortable.
"You are worthy of our second brother's actions. If you don't get out of here, my second brother will make you go." Zhuo Yu snorted.
Mao Xiaolang's eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan, and he was the only one standing in front. Naturally, he was the second brother mentioned by Zhuo Yu. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Even such a young man was worthy of teaching other people's martial arts?
"You are their second brother. If you can beat me, I will leave." Mao Xiaolang raised his chin and showed a rebellious look.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "You are not worthy of fighting with me, Zhuo Yu, come out."
"What, you guy..." Mao Xiaolang was deeply influenced by some anime and films, and his expression was exaggerated, like the angry male protagonist in a Korean drama.
The other disciples of Juhe Gymnasium also glared at each other, and no one dared to say such words to the owner.
Zhuo Yu stood up and wavered, "Brother Xiaofan."
"You fight him and use the boxing technique I gave you." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
He had just studied with Zhuo Bufan for less than a month. He had seen it with his own eyes at the Juhe Gym. Several gangsters came to find trouble with Mao Xiaolang, but they were beaten by Mao Xiaolang and all of them were lying down in the hospital.
Yue, his half-baked kung fu is no match for Mao Xiaolang at all.
"Don't you want him to die, do you?" Mao Xiaolang looked at Zhuo Yu and suddenly burst into laughter.
Zhuo Yu clenched his fist hard, bit his teeth, and calmly said: "Okay, just hit me, I, Zhuo Yu, won't be afraid of you."
"Little kid, since you want to die, I will give you my best wishes, hehe." Mao Xiaolang rubbed his palms, and a joking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At this time, on the other side of the manor.
"A Luo, do you think the martial arts Xiaofan taught them are really effective?" Zhuo Shixian carried his hands on his back and looked at this place with a frown slightly.
Zhuo Luo smiled and said, "Dad, I believe Xiaofan. If he is here, it will be a foregone conclusion that our Zhuo family will enter the fourth-level family."
"Yes." Zhuo Shixian sighed softly. It was his lifelong wish to push the Zhuo family into a level 4 family. He originally thought he would not be able to see this life, but he did not expect that Zhuo Bufan would come out of nowhere and completely changed the Zhuo family's
destiny.
"It's just that I used to treat him..." Zhuo Shixian sighed deeply.
Zhuo Luo comforted, "Dad, Xiaofan won't blame you."
At this end, Mao Xiaolang was ready to rub his hands, and suddenly a straight hook punched him with strong wind. There was no fancy style, and pure power and speed burst out.
Zhuo Yu didn't expect that Mao Xiaolang was so despicable. He started without saying a word. He cursed in his heart and almost avoided it. However, his face was wiped by his fists. He felt a little painful. He staggered and walked backwards.
Once you retreat, you can open the distance.
"Despicable, you are the instructor and you are still sneaking into me." Zhuo Yu said angrily.
Mao Xiaolang laughed and said, "Little Devil, there is only winning or losing in the battle, no despicable."
After saying that, Mao Xiaolang fought with his hands and feet wide open and closed. Zhuo Yu was in a panic and defended, and was beaten back step by step. It was obvious that Mao Xiaolang was not using all his strength at all, as if he was playing with a cat with a mouse.
The juniors of the Zhuo family looked at it with anger, clenched their fists, and gritted their teeth hard.
"Come on Xiao Yu! Defeat him."
"Beat him, Xiao Yu."
Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said, "Qi is born from the heart, circling with the dantian, filling his limbs, feeling your qi."
"What kind of trash things? The martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom are all fake. Only strength, speed, and perfect skills can exert the greatest strength. " Mao Xiaolang snorted disdainfully, pulled back with a long punch, and then took him with him.
Like a afterimage, it hit Zhuo Yu suddenly.
Zhuo Yu gritted his teeth, and at the critical moment, he suddenly felt the heat in his body gathering in his dantian, like a hydrogen balloon exploded, and the heat filled his arms, and at the same time he suddenly waved his punch.
The two fists collided, and everyone was in a terrifying state.
In a state visible to the naked eye, Mao Xiaolang's arm broke inch by inch like a tarot card, surging under the skin, and did not stop until the position of his arm. Then an arm fell softly and stuck to his waist.
Mao Xiaolang's face turned pale in an instant, and he let out a miserable scream, and he fainted from pain.
"I... am so powerful?" Zhuo Yu opened his mouth slightly, looked at his fist, his eyes full of disbelief and vague excitement.
The other juniors of the Zhuo family were also excited. They knew that Zhuo Bufan had not lie to them, and in the future they would become peerless strong men, overwhelming one side, and becoming the existence of princes and kings.
In the past month, Zhuo Bufan asked them to meditate and practice every day, and occasionally practiced a few sets of boxing. It was as boring as military boxing in military training. Everyone had seen Zhuo Bufan's extraordinary methods, but they didn't dare to say them, but they had already felt that they had it in their hearts.
Reasonable.
It was not until now that they knew how powerful they had made in a month.
A warrior of Mao Xiaolang alone can let Huohu help buy his face. If they cultivate to the realm of Zhuo Bufan, suppress the entire place and have infinite scenery.
"Mao...Instructor Mao." The disciples of the gym fell into a state of stiff thinking. Mao Xiaolang, who had strong eyes, was actually fucked by Zhuo Yu with a punch. What exactly happened?
Not far away, Zhuo Shixian and Zhuo Luo looked at Zhuo Bufan with a little more relief, apologies, gratitude, and more hope! (To be continued)