Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Chapter 401 Infinite Hope

The leader is a man in his early thirties, with a green hair stubble, his eyes slightly gloomy, long hands and feet, tall and strong, and behind him are several disciples from the gym. This man is exactly the'aggregate gym'. 'S coach, Mao Xiaolang.

Originally a native of Lan, he returned from studying in Uzbekistan in his early years, but he changed his name to Mao Xiaolang. He rented a floor in Wanda Shopping Mall and opened a martial arts gym. In just five years, he became famous in Qingzhou, even Even the Huohu Gang didn't want to provoke them.

Mao Xiaolang's eyes were gloomy, he scanned Zhuo Yu and Zhuo Ling, frowning and said: "You two are practicing this kind of **** kungfu here?"

"Mao Xiaolang, it's your business, our Zhuo family doesn't welcome you in." Zhuo Yu said loudly.

In the past, both Zhuo Yu and Zhuo Ling were sent by their parents to the "Gathering Gym" to learn martial arts. They contribute 100,000 yuan to the martial arts gym every month. However, Mao Xiaolang is a cunning person who only knows to collect money, but does not give them the real kung fu, Zhuo Yu had been very annoying to him a long time ago.

This time I saw my second cousin come back and showed a fairy-like method, so I naturally didn't want to go to the "Gathering Gym" to learn martial arts, which made Mao Xiaolang very unhappy.

Mao Xiaolang smiled and said: "Your Zhuo family is a big family in Qingzhou, I can't afford to offend it, but Mao Xiaolang is not a bully. You keep saying that you have found a new master, which is better than me. I want to see. Who can poach my student away from me."

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly. This is clearly a native of Lan, but he only learns from Fusang. Wearing hard wooden clogs, he makes noise when he walks, stands with his feet open, hugs his arms, and has two beards and eyes. Long and narrow, it feels very uncomfortable.

"Just because you are worthy of our second brother's shot, if you don't get out of the way, my second brother will beat you up." Zhuo Yu hummed.

Mao Xiaolang's gaze fell on Zhuo Bufan, and he was the only one standing in the forefront. He was naturally the second brother Zhuo Yu said. Seeing that he was only 18 years old, would he be worthy of imparting martial arts to others?

"You are their second brother. If you can beat me, I will leave." Mao Xiaolang lifted his chin, revealing a jealous look.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "You don't deserve to fight me, Zhuo Yu, come out."

"What, you guy..." Mao Xiaolang was deeply influenced by some cartoons and movies, and his expression was exaggerated, like the angry male protagonist in a Korean drama.

The other disciples of the Gathering Gymnasium also glared at him. No one has ever dared to say such things to the museum owner.

Zhuo Yu stood up, wavering, "Brother Xiao Fan."

"You fight him, use the boxing technique I gave you." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"Shall I fight him?" Zhuo Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.

He has just studied with Zhuo Bufan for less than a month. He has seen it with his own eyes at the Gathering Gymnasium. Several local snake thugs came to make trouble for Mao Xiaolang, but Mao Xiaolang was beaten to the ground by himself, and he lay half in the hospital. Yue, his half-hearted effort was not Mao Xiaolang's opponent at all.

"Don't you want him to die?" Mao Xiaolang looked at Zhuo Yu and suddenly laughed.

Zhuo Yu squeezed his fists hard, gritted his steel teeth, and calmly said: "Okay, just hit it, I'm not afraid of you, Zhuo Yu."

"Little devil, since you want to die, then I will do it for you, hehe." Mao Xiaolang rubbed his palms, a joking sneer at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the other side of the manor.

"A Luo, do you think the martial arts that Xiao Fan taught them are really effective?" Zhuo Shixian looked at this place with his hands on his back, frowning slightly.

Zhuo Luo smiled slightly: "Dad, I believe Xiao Fan, if he is there, it is a certainty that our Zhuo family will enter the fourth-tier family."

"Yeah." Zhuo Shixian sighed slightly. It was his lifelong wish to push the Zhuo family into the fourth-level family. He originally thought that he would not be able to see it in this life, but he did not expect that Zhuo Bufan turned out to be like this, completely changing the Zhuo family's life. fate.

"It's just that I used to treat him..." Zhuo Shixian sighed deeply.

Zhuo Luo comforted: "Dad, Xiao Fan won't blame you."

On this end, Mao Xiaolang flexed his hands, and suddenly he hit his face with a straight uppercut with strong wind. There was no fancy, pure strength and speed burst out.

Zhuo Yu didn't expect Mao Xiaolang to be so despicable. He acted first without saying a word. He cursed in his heart, but he dodged it dangerously, but his face was rubbed by his fist. He staggered, and he stumbled back Pull back a distance.

"Despicable, you are an instructor and attacked me." Zhuo Yu said angrily.

Mao Xiaolang chuckled and said, "Boy, there is only winning or losing in battle, there is no meanness."

After all, Mao Xiaolang fought with his hands and feet wide open, Zhuo Yu was embarrassed to defend, and was defeated steadily. It was obvious that Mao Xiaolang didn't use his full strength at all, as if he was playing with a cat playing a mouse.

Junior Zhuo's eyes were full of anger, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Come on Xiaoyu! Defeat him."

"Beat him, Xiaoyu."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said: "Qi is born from the heart, hovering in the dantian, filling the limbs, and feeling your breath."

"What **** things, these martial arts in Languo are fake. Only strength, speed, and perfect skills are the kingly way." Mao Xiaolang coldly snorted disdainfully, then pulled back with a long punch, and then took it with him. Like the afterimage, he slammed at Zhuo Yu.

Zhuo Yu gritted his teeth, and at the moment of his death, he suddenly felt the heat in his body gather in his dantian, like a hydrogen balloon exploding, the heat filled his arms, and at the same time he swung out a punch.

The two fists hit each other, and everyone's hair was terrified.

In a state visible to the naked eye, Mao Xiaolang's arm was broken inch by inch like a tarot card, surging under the skin, until the position of his arm stopped, and immediately an arm fell softly and stuck to his waist.

Mao Xiaolang's face was instantly pale with pain, and he let out a miserable cry, and his whole body fainted with pain.

"I... I'm so good?" Zhuo Yu opened his mouth slightly and looked at his fist, his eyes filled with incredible and faint excitement.

The rest of the Zhuo family's juniors also followed. They knew that Zhuo Bufan did not lie to them. In the future, they would become peerless strong men, oppressing one side, and becoming the existence of princes and kings.

In the past month, Zhuo Bufan asked them to meditate every day, occasionally playing a few sets of boxing, which was as boring as the martial arts training. Everyone had seen Zhuo Bufan's extraordinary methods. The criticism.

Until now, they didn't know how powerful they had progressed in a month.

Only a warrior of Mao Xiaolang's level can let the Huohu Gang buy his face. If they cultivate to the extraordinary realm, they will suppress a place and have unlimited beauty.

"Mao...Mao instructor." The disciples of the gym were in a state of stiff thinking. The powerful Mao Xiaolang in their eyes was actually knocked down by Zhuo Yu. What happened?

Not far away, Zhuo Shixian and Zhuo Luo looked at Zhuo Bufan with a hint of comfort, apology, gratitude, and more hope!