Chapter 26

Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu got angry. After thinking for a while, he still had no clue. He didn't bother to think any more. He came to the equipment area to increase the weight to the maximum and started to do bench presses. He even did a dozen of them, but he didn't even sweat a little.

"It's boring."

If it wasn't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction to him, he would not want to come to the martial arts hall at all.

"Who is in charge here, we Longwei Wuguan come to visit, come and greet!"

A gong-like voice sounded, and everyone in the martial arts hall looked curiously and saw a tall bald young man with fierce eyes standing in front of the martial arts hall gate. There was a long and narrow scar on his left face, like a The centipede crawled on his face, adding a bit of ferocity to him.

At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a black shirt, with a big back, and his hands on his back, walked into the martial arts hall with small steps, followed by two energetic young men.

"Looking at this situation, they are going to kick the gym!" Song Yan secretly said.

He Yong greeted him with a smile, clasped his fists at the bald-headed youth and said, "He Yong, the manager of the Zhao Family Boxing and Martial Arts Academy, what do you call your friends?"

He didn't appreciate He Yong's polite bald young man, and scolded directly: "What are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to meet my master."

People who practice martial arts are full of vigor, and they treat each other with courtesy, but the other party speaks evilly, which is unbearable for anyone. He Yong's face suddenly sinks, and he stares coldly at the bald young man: "What kind of onion are you, run to me? Zhao Family Boxing and Martial Arts Academy is here to play wild?"

"Well cursed!"

When the students in the martial arts hall saw a good show, they gathered together and stood behind He Yong.

"Damn you! Dare to scold your grandfather, watch him fight!" The bald-headed young man shouted, raised his fist and slammed into He Yong's face.

"Good come!"

He Yong squinted his eyes, the light flickered, strode forward, put his arms together, blocked the fist of the bald youth, and kicked his right leg towards the opponent's calf.

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by a series of collision sounds, the two of them confronted each other head-on. The bald-headed youth groaned and stumbled back a few steps. He Yong stood still like a mountain. For a while, the students of the martial arts hall applauded why Yong-yong, and even the students made a mockery of the bald-headed youth. .

The bald-headed young man's face flushed red, and he charged at He Yong again with an angry shout.

The middle-aged man with a big back head said, "A Biao step back, you are not his opponent."

"Yes, Master."

The bald young man stepped back.

The middle-aged Dabeitou took a step forward and said with a smile: "Xu Zaishan, the owner of the Halong Weiwu Museum, came to ask Master Zhao for advice today. I don't know if Master Zhao is available?"

People respect me one foot, and I respect you ten feet.

Xu Zaishan behaved so politely, and He Yong also politely said: "It turned out to be Master Xu, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and the teacher has been out for a while, I am afraid that Master Xu will be disappointed."

"Going out? I think I'm afraid of my master, 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." He Yong's expression sank, staring at the young man.

"I said that Zhao Fengyang is a tortoise with a shriveled head, and dare not fight!" The young man stared at He Yong with a defiant expression.

"Brother Yong, teach this ignorant boy a lesson!"

shouted a student.

Anyone who comes here to learn boxing has more or less the prestige of rushing to Zhao Fengyang, and everyone felt very uncomfortable when they heard that the kid insulted Zhao Fengyang.

"Yes, teach him a lesson! Let this kid know how powerful our Zhao Family Boxing is!" Another student immediately echoed.

He Yong raised his hand and everyone stopped shouting.

The next moment, he stepped forward, stared at the young man and said, "If you insult your tutor, you are insulting me. Either apologize or fight me."

The young man smiled playfully: "A shrunken tortoise is not worthy of my apology, and I just want to see what kind of apprentice a shrunken turtle can teach!"

"you wanna die!"

Hearing that the other party repeatedly insulted the master, He Yong couldn't hold it any longer, he flew out, spread his arms, and a series of attacks went straight to the young man to greet him.

The young man did not fight back, but evaded with a small and flexible pace, while dodging and saying sarcastic words to stimulate He Yong.

Song Yan, who was standing in the crowd, was thoughtful. The young man repeatedly provoked and mocked He Yong, and even insulted Zhao Fengyang in order to anger He Yong and make him lose his sense of proportion. Song Yan felt very disdain for his small strategy.

Sure enough, after attacking more than ten moves in a row, none of them hit the opponent, and the opponent kept making unkind words, He Yong couldn't help but feel a little more anxious in his eyes.

"Brother Yong calm down, he is deliberately angering you." Seeing this, Song Yan shouted.

After being reminded by Song Yan, He Yong was shocked and suddenly woke up. He suddenly slowed down his attack and began to observe the opponent's pace and look for weaknesses.

He Yong's martial arts are not weak in the first place, but now if he doesn't rush forward and fight steadily, the young man wanders around and loses the wind. This situation is a bit like the battle between Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu last time.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the young man's eyes were a little flustered, and he hated Song Yan even more in his heart. Then, he started insulting Zhao Fengyang again, and the language became more and more intense.

Although He Yong was angry, after being reminded by Song Yan, he was not fooled, and he was still steady.

Finally, the young man couldn't stand it any longer and fought against He Yong.

After more than ten moves, the young man was hit by He Yong's elbow in the chest, staggering backwards.

"Silver gun wax head!" He Yong stood proudly and sneered.

Suddenly, the young man's face turned blue and white.

"Master Zhao's high school apprentice is really powerful, you know how to ask Master He for some tips." The middle-aged Dabeitou said solemnly.

"Shameless, if you can't beat it, you can fight on wheels!" a student scolded.

"That's right, the bullshit Dragon Mighty Martial Arts Museum is all powerful in its mouth. It's better to call it the Insect Mighty Martial Arts Museum!" Another student scolded.

"What did the two of you say? One more thing, I don't want to blow your eggs!" The bald-headed young man glared at the two students with a fierce look.

Hearing this, both students were deterred by the bald-headed youth's aura, and they shrank their necks and did not dare to say a word.

"Who dares to move the students of my martial arts hall? Are you impatient?"

A clear female voice sounded, and then, Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said to the bald-headed young man: "If you look so ugly, you should stay at home, go to my martial arts gym to show off your martial arts, and frighten my students, what should I do? Get out of here immediately. !"

"Sister Xiaoyu is mighty!"

"Miss Xiaoyu is domineering!"

"Yes, Ugly get out!"

"Ugly you scared the baby to death, get out of here!"

Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's arrival, all the students seemed to have found the backbone and cursed at the bald head.

"Little girl, you are courting death!"

The bald-headed youth couldn't help being furious, punched out and rushed towards Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing this scene, all the students smiled. This guy couldn't even beat He Yong, yet he dared to take the initiative to attack Zhao Xiaoyu. He was really impatient.