Let you deliver food, you become the savior?

Chapter 100 Black Belt Ninth Degree!

"Uncle Master! Please respect yourself!"

Cheng Fang's eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"Self-respect?"

Wang Yang was confused.

After spying on everyone's thoughts, Lord Ting gloated and said, "Aww~ Xiao Yangzi, you've turned bad, but Lord Ting, I'm so relieved!"

A pot exploded in the martial arts hall.

"The surname is Wang! I only represent an individual, and challenge you!"

"There is a kind of battle!"

"Don't even think about bullying our Second Senior Sister!"

Everyone was outraged.

"???"

Question marks flashed in his eyes, what and what!
Tie Gan dared to take care of his master, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Master, don't joke around, if you are tired, I won't bother you to teach me."

"Um……"

Wang Yangxin asked whether this group of people practiced martial arts and their heads were dumbfounded, and their lips were wrong.

He nodded lightly, "Hurry up and get the bronze man down, I'll go downstairs and wait."

Subsequently.

Without stopping any longer, he led Ting Ye out of the gate of the martial arts hall and into the elevator.

Arrived downstairs in the mall.

Master Ting asked: "How does it feel to practice against the bronze man?"

"It's really good."

Wang Yang reminisced and said: "Turn it once, and then rotate and swing your fists and feet flexibly. Although there are only a few fixed trajectories, they can trigger my Bajiquan, and it is also strong and cannot be broken at all."

Only practiced for an hour.

There has been a marked improvement in control.

I believe that if you stick to it, it won't be long before you can retract and exert force as you like when it is triggered.

Gradually.

He waited and waited, but Tie Gan dared to take his juniors to move the bronze figure down.

All the trucks with goods have arrived.

The driver urged, "How much longer?"

"master."

Wang Yang scanned the other party's payment code, "I'll take the 100 yuan to buy cigarettes first, and I'll go and have a look."

The driver instantly turned into a smiling face, "It's okay, it's okay, you can wait as long as you want, it doesn't matter."

"Ah."

Wang Yang nodded.

The bronze man weighs more than a thousand catties, so he can't take the elevator, but even if he takes the stairs, he should be able to get out.

Could it be that Tang Renjie's apprentices were obedient to others?

He was going to go in and have a look.

While waiting for the elevator, a young man in exercise clothes ran over from the stairs panting, "Master Uncle! Master Uncle!"

"what happened?"

Wang Yang was puzzled.

"The big thing is bad!"

The young man raised his finger and pointed upwards, "Eldest brother and the others, when they moved to the fifth floor, that bastard surnamed Jin provoked him, dangled around and was crushed to his feet by the bronze man."

"What?"

Wang Yang didn't know, so, "Which bastard surnamed Jin?"

"It's the Taekwondo gym downstairs in the martial arts hall."

The young man was burning with anxiety, "Eldest senior brother and second senior sister were both beaten by the golden bastard's father, that is, curator Jin, and even detained the bronze figure!!!"

He grabbed Wang Yang's clothes again, "Master asked us to call you Shishuzu, you must be very powerful, right? You can't just ignore it!"

"So crazy?"

Wang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Go, follow me up."

Bronze man, sparring to improve control!
Tie Gangan and Cheng Fang are the bodyguards who will guard the house!
They were all moved!

Who can be indifferent?
They went straight to the fifth floor.

In front of the Taekwondo gym.

All the disciples in the martial arts hall gathered together, blushing with thick-necked theories.

A group of young men and women in white Taoist uniforms stood at the door, mocking and sarcastic.

"It hit the foot of our senior brother, have you thought about how to pay for it?"

"It's too good, the curator will take action, it's like abusing a dog."

"Where's your master? Are you too scared to come out?"

"Haha, a big turtle with a shrinking head, and a group of small chickens!"

And the bronze man fell in the middle.

Curator Jin, who is nearly 40 years old, has a special black belt wrapped around his waist.

He sat majestically on the bronze man's head, with one foot on his chest.

in front of it.

Tie Gangan and Cheng Fang fell to the ground, and every time they tried their best to prop up their bodies, they were stepped on by Curator Jin's other foot and fell down again.

"Who dares to come over and help, try?"

On the bronze figure's lap, Jin Songzhong sat there, rubbing his feet with both hands, "Hmph! My big toe was broken, let your trash master come and talk to my dad."

Everyone in the martial arts hall was angry.

But they were all intimidated by Curator Jin, and they didn't dare to get close to the senior brother and the second senior sister.

suddenly.

"Give way, hurry up! Master Uncle is here!" the young man raised his voice and shouted at the brothers and sisters who were blocking the way.

Everyone in the martial arts hall separated to the two sides.

However, his face was ashen.

In their minds, their master-uncle is also of great seniority.

Not to mention bad intentions...

With that slightly thin body, I am afraid that the big gold bastard can be knocked down with one finger!
"Master Uncle?"

Curator Jin was a little panicked when he heard the words. Tang Renjie's strength was comparable to his own. Didn't the higher generation surpass him?

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of him, his son and many disciples, a young figure holding Erha's hand came into view.

They all looked behind each other, but there was no one else?

"Heh... bluffing!"

Jin Songzhong glanced at his father, and then shouted confidently: "Where is your master uncle?"

"I am."

Wang Yang walked up to the Jin family father and son and stopped.

Master Ting raised his dog's head, "Xiao Yangzi, fuck them!"

"Oh?"

Curator Jin looked at the other party jokingly, "It's just you? Where did curator Tang recognize a weak uncle?"

"Wang Yang! Hurry up, don't make trouble!"

Cheng Fang was angry and anxious, "What can you do, do you know who he is?"

"Even the two of us..."

Tie GanGan said halfway through his speech feebly, and was ashamed to continue.

In the next second, a scene that caught everyone off guard happened!

Wang Yang looked at the Jin family father and son as if he didn't hear it, and said in a cold voice: "Roll off my bronze figure, kneel down and wipe it clean, then I will consider forgiving you."

"Tired of life?"

Curator Jin's expression changed instantly, he stood up as if he was looking at a dead person, "If you want to die, I don't mind fulfilling you!"

"Hey!"

Cheng Fang's face paled in shock, "Are you listening?"

If something happens to this broken master uncle, and the master is angry, he and the senior brother will definitely not be lightly spared...

The disciples of the Taekwondo Hall laughed happily after hearing this.

"Did I hear you right? Who does Xiaobi think he is? How dare you speak to our curator like that?"

"Kneel down and wipe it clean? I bet his limbs were broken today."

"It is estimated that the third leg will not be spared."

"Our curator is a nine-dan black belt!"

"Normally, you must be at least 60 years old and have made significant contributions to Taekwondo. And the curator, who created a new actual combat ultimate move, was awarded exceptionally!"

……

Tie Gangan reached out and grabbed Curator Jin's leg, "Wang Yang, run!"

"Go away!"

Curator Jin kicked down.

The big Tie Gangan slid ten meters on the smooth floor tiles and hit the wall, his consciousness was a little blurred.

"Big Brother!"

Cheng Fang burst into tears, "He wants to die, let him die, we don't care about him!"

At the same time, Jin Songzhong pointed at Wang Yang, "Why didn't you talk? Did you get scared by my dad? We'll tear down the Bajimen sign and smash it to pieces."

Wang Yang glanced at the former, and said softly, "It really is a bastard."

"Dad, kill him!" Jin Songzhong was furious.

"It's so boring to kill him, I will make his life worse than death."

Curator Jin smiled ferociously.

in an instant.

He stretched out his palm like lightning!
Grab towards Wang Yang's neck in his eyes! ! !
(End of this chapter)