The Only Love: Rebirth of National Goddess

"Oh, wasn't that face very open just now? Why does the master come here now and become a turtle with a shrunken head? "

"Zheng ziyue, it's you! I've heard of you Zheng Pai Mei Quan, but I've never heard of you Zheng ziyue! "

Ye Zhi did not expect that in the Internet world, Haitang, a modest, polite, knowledgeable and gentle God, is actually such a reasonable and unforgiving poisonous tongue.

Her first reaction was that she didn't think it was the real Begonia she knew.

Instead, he felt that this should be Luo Tang's disguise in reality.

Zheng ziyue's character can be regarded as very patient, but now that he has the strength to be recognized, he naturally does not have the previous share of forbearance.

Where did this unknown guy come from? It's like Ye Zhi's elder martial brother. He looks like he really deserves beating.

"Luo Tang!"

"Ziyue!"

Luo Tang's small actions naturally can't escape Chen Zhen's every move. For years of friendship, the two elders each gave a symbolic reprimand.

"Master, Zi Yueqiu wants to compete with Chen's disciples."

On the contrary, Zheng Haifeng's fury was like the last straw to crush the camel.

Zheng ziyue's original bent waist, angle pressure is lower, almost gnashing his teeth to say this sentence.

"Old man Chen, you see people are going to fight against us in the afternoon. When was our Chen faction afraid? You don't need to speak. I'll answer for you in the afternoon."

Luo Tang followed Chen Zhen since he was a child. He definitely learned 10% of his skills. Under Chen Zhen's hands, he was the only direct disciple.

Ye Zhi doesn't know what kind of situation Luo Tang and Chen Zhen get along with, but she knows that when she, Luo Tang's elder martial brother, really wants to stand for her, no one can stop her!

The atmosphere was strangely quiet.

Finally, Zheng Guofeng patted the handle of the wheelchair and motioned Ziqin to push him away.

All the people who came here consciously divided an area for the two young people to compare.

Zheng ziyue got up, stood in the middle of the field, and made a "please" move in the direction of Luo Tang.

Luo Tang leaned against the wall and folded his legs. He spat out the branch in his mouth, took off the cap on his head and wanted to buckle it on Ye Zhi's head. Finally, his arm turned and threw it at Li Bin's arms.

In the middle of the field, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, but no one is shouting.

Two teenagers, one is wearing a white training suit, the other is wearing ordinary T-shirt and shorts. This combination looks very strange.

Zheng ziyue started, his pace is very stable, this is the years after days in the plum pile work.

Zheng Pai Mei Quan starts from momentum and is based on stride. His stride is very steady and his fist is fierce. He doesn't even give Luo Tang a moment to breathe. He just calls for a long fist!

Luo Tang's step to the center of the field has not yet stood firm. On the surface, he is a lazy young man, but when it comes to the contest, his expression has changed.

Luo Tang's movement is very slow, at least Zheng ziyue's Jichang fist, in the eyes of outsiders, is very fast, fast can't see the shadow of the fist.

Luo Tang's action, however, seems to be careless under everyone's eyes. In fact, it is a deliberate step forward.

His move, no doubt let a lot of people's heart clenched, he looks like his whole person to Zheng ziyue's fist!