Perspective Little Poison Doctor

Chapter 563 So What If You Don’t Let It Go

make trouble?

This is the 'Martial Arts Conference', Yang Deshun, as the vice president of the 'Martial Arts Association', how can someone make trouble in the 'Martial Arts Conference'?

Don't say that he refuses, and don't you look at who are present here?

But they are all "people in the martial arts", do you believe that one punch can turn you into a meatloaf?
The key is that Shi Yandong invited him here, and he even paid to sponsor this 'martial arts conference', not to mention Du Ziteng, the son of the mayor Du Nan, and it would be fruitless to offend him.

So when Yang Deshun heard that Wang Ping was here to make trouble, his expression immediately changed. He looked at Wang Ping coldly and found that Wang Ping was a stranger, so he asked, "Which sect are you a disciple of? Who is your master?" "

"You don't even know what my master said!" Wang Ping replied blankly.

"Tell me!" Yang Deshun looked disdainful, as long as he was in the 'Martial Arts Association', he would definitely know him.

"I told you you didn't know him!"

"Fart, don't you know me? This kid is not even qualified to shine shoes for this old man!" Old man Ouyang was furious, and Yang Deshun, who was dozens of years old, turned into a "boy" in his mouth.

"Looking at your skill, it seems that you have practiced it before. Since you are a martial arts practitioner, you shouldn't do such outrageous things in front of so many people. It will only embarrass your sect. You know, young man ?” Yang Deshun said.

"I don't care about embarrassing our sect. Anyway, I don't have any face. I'm not afraid of losing face, hahaha!" Wang Ping laughed.

As soon as this remark came out, Yang Deshun was speechless for a while. Originally, he wanted to talk to Wang Ping, and let Wang Ping let go of Du Ziteng so as not to fight. After all, one thing is worse than one thing, but Wang Ping did not give him the vice president at all. face.

"Since this is the case, can you save me and let Young Master Du go first?"

"who are you?"

"My servant Yang Deshun!"

"Oh, Yang Deshun, I haven't heard of it!"

Never heard you 'oh' what 'oh'?
Yang Deshun, the vice president, felt ignored by the young man with a weak crown in front of him. He thought that this brat was so ignorant of flattery.

"Below is the vice president of the 'Nanshi' 'Martial Arts Association'!"

"It turned out to be the vice president, sorry for your disrespect!" Wang Ping suddenly realized.

"You see there are so many people here, let's let Mr. Du go first, young man!" Yang Deshun said.

"It's his own fault. I warned him last time!" Wang Ping said nonchalantly.

"President Yang, look at this..." Shi Yandong stomped anxiously. He was the one who invited Du Ziteng. Now that Du Ziteng is being humiliated in public, if he is blamed later, then Shi Yandong would be in vain. suffer?

Yang Deshun saw that he had already talked about this point, but Wang Ping still went his own way, the smile on his face immediately retracted, and said in a cold voice: "Young man, I have already said the good thing, please let go immediately Mr. Du!"

The atmosphere suddenly changed, Wang Ping could feel it, but he still didn't let go of Du Ziteng, "So what?"

After finishing speaking, not only did he not release Du Ziteng, but he increased his strength on the contrary.

"Ah!" Although Du Ziteng had practiced taekwondo, he was like a scumbag in front of Wang Ping. In fact, he had never practiced seriously at all. He was only half a bucket of water level. He knelt down on one knee in front of Wang Ping in pain.

"Hmph!" Yang Deshun saw that Wang Ping was still ignoring his words, and finally couldn't help but make a move. He stepped forward and grabbed Wang Ping's hand that was grabbing Du Ziteng. At first glance, it seemed that nothing happened, but Yang Deshun was already secretly exerting force when he grabbed Wang Ping's hand.

When everyone saw Yang Deshun making a move, they became even more interested. They all wanted to see how Yang Deshun would teach Wang Ping, a brat who didn't know what to do.

Of course, Wang Ping felt the strength coming from Yang Deshun's hand. Yang Deshun wanted to force his hand away, but Wang Ping didn't care, and he always had a relaxed and freehand smile on his face.

Yang Deshun took a look, huh?Strange, why can't it be broken?It stands to reason that with Yang Deshun's decades of "internal boxing" practice, a brat like Wang Ping is no problem at all, and he can be easily subdued. In order not to hurt Wang Ping, Yang Deshun even has Su Ke didn't use all his strength, but Wang Ping's hand didn't move at all.

This is the first time Yang Deshun encountered such a situation.

"What are you doing?" Wang Ping's voice drifted into his ears, and when he looked up, he was looking at him with a smile, nothing unusual at all, and Yang Deshun was even more confused.

Could it be that his strength is too small?

So I increased my strength.

"Crack!" The next second, Wang Ping's other hand rested on Yang Deshun's hand in reverse, and he wanted to break Yang Deshun's hand away.

Yang Deshun was very disdainful in his heart, thinking that if you could break my hand, my surname is not Yang, I will take your surname.

"Huh?" Yang Deshun suddenly froze for a while before he finished speaking, and then felt the strong pulling force from Wang Ping's hand.

Let me go, how can this kid be so strong?

But I, Yang Deshun, did not make a name for myself. The more Wang Ping wanted to break his hand, the harder he grasped it. Yang Deshun wanted to compete with Wang Ping in a whimsical way, but there was only one result—self-inflicted humiliation.

Wang Ping kept smiling, and gradually increased the strength in his hand, and Yang Deshun's fingers were slowly broken by him.

Yang Deshun was taken aback. He exerted all his strength, even the strength of breastfeeding, but he found that it was useless. Wang Ping's strength was unbelievable. Looking at Wang Ping again, he was relaxed and freehand, and Yang Deshun at this time His face was flushed from holding back, and Wang Ping was about to tear his hands apart.

I am the vice president of the 'Nanshi' Martial Arts Association, will lose to you, a brat?

Yang Deshun will never give up, everyone is watching, he can't afford to lose this person.

"Stop!" At this moment, Wang Zizheng finally appeared.

"President Yang, stop!" Wang Zizheng strode forward and patted Yang Deshun on the shoulder.

"This young man is too arrogant!" Yang Deshun said excitedly.

"That's right, President Wang, he's here to make trouble!" Shi Yandong knew Wang Zizheng, so he added fuel to the fire.

Wang Zizheng shook his head and smiled wryly after listening, and said to Yang Deshun again: "President Yang, let go first!"

Seeing this, Yang Deshun hesitated for a moment before letting go of Wang Ping's hand.

"Uncle, so many people are watching, why don't you let him go first?"

"Master...uncle?" Everyone was taken aback by Wang Zizheng's 'uncle'.

"President Wang actually called that young man Shi Shuye, what's going on?" The crowd of onlookers immediately started discussing.

(End of this chapter)