Xuan Neng Bao Jian

272 Kick Hall
"I can't teach you!"

Hearing Zhang Tianyu's words, Wang Xiaohu frowned slightly.

"Master, why!" Liu Mingyue looked at his master in amazement. He wondered if his ears had misheard. His master would not accept such a talented martial arts prodigy.

"Why?" Zhang Tianyu's face was very ugly: "Wang Xiaohu, it's not that I don't teach you, it's just that my ability is limited and I don't want to fool my son!"

"Master, although Brother Xiaohu is not young, as long as he practices hard, he might be able to achieve some achievements!"

Liu Mingyue understood that what her master meant was that she disliked Wang Xiaohu for being too old.

"Yes, as long as Master Zhang is willing to teach me, I will study hard!"

Wang Xiaohu frowned and said solemnly.

"Hehe, if you work hard, you have to divide it up!"

Zhang Tianyu shook his head lightly: "Thinking of your talent, even if you cultivate from a young age, you won't be able to achieve anything. I advise you not to waste your efforts!"

After he finished speaking, he gently picked up the teacup, holding the lid in his hand, with a look of intent to see off the guests.

"Undertale capital? Impossible?" Hearing Zhang Tianyu's words, Liu Mingyue seemed to have seen a ghost.

Are you kidding? Wang Xiaohu is just a talent. A person who has never practiced cultivation can fight against a second-rate master without losing. If he is a talent, what does he mean?
"No way!" Wang Xiaohu twitched, his aptitude was so poor.

"Master, you can't read it wrong, or... are you touching?"

Liu Mingyue probed the question with a strange expression.

"Crack!" Zhang Tianyu slammed his teacup on the table, staring at Liu Mingyue with displeasure: "Are you suspicious of the teacher?"

"Don't dare!" Seeing Zhang Tianyu getting angry, Liu Mingyue quickly lowered her head.

"Hehe, since Master Zhang doesn't like me, I don't care if I don't learn this punch!"

Wang Xiaohu smiled coldly, turned around and left.

"Hmph, no!" Zhang Tianyu snorted coldly, twisting his neck to one side.

Wang Xiaohu was not the kind of stalker in the first place, even if he begged Zhang Tianyu to accept him, in the end he would just be looked down upon by others.

"Brother Xiaohu...!" Seeing Wang Xiaohu angry, Liu Mingyue's face turned anxious and hurriedly chased him out.

There was a loud "bang", and at this moment the door of the gymnasium was suddenly kicked open, and two men in taekwondo uniforms walked in.

One of them has a bruised nose, a swollen face, a bandage wrapped around his head, and he is wrapped up like a mummy. It is Jin Xingshan who was taught a lesson by Wang Xiaohu just now. Xing Shan looked like a child in front of him, but the man's eyes were full of brilliance, making it hard to look directly at.

"Who dares to come to our Wing Chun White Crane Hall to make trouble!"

Seeing the two entering, a group of Wing Chun disciples stopped their movements and looked at the two with unfriendly expressions.

"It's him!" Seeing Wang Xiaohu, Jin Xingshan's face became extremely gloomy, and he respectfully said to the short man, "Senior brother, you must be the master for me!"

The short man turned a deaf ear to the fiery gazes of the crowd, his gaze swept across the crowd indifferently, and finally landed on Wang Xiaohu with a cold smile.

"What about you, are you deaf?"

The martial arts practitioners were very angry, and they were kicked out of the gym for no reason to cause trouble. Naturally, the Wing Chun disciples were very unhappy.

A burly man walked forward with a cold face and stretched out his hand to push the man.

"Crack!" "Bang!" Everyone didn't see clearly how the man made a move, and the big man flew out in an instant.

"Ah... my arm!" The big man collapsed on the ground, clutching his arm and wailing in pain.

A disciple hurried over to check the big man's injury, and his face became extremely ugly in an instant. He raised his head and stared at the man furiously, gritted his teeth and shouted: "What a ruthless method, Lao Gao's arm...is broken!"

"Damn it, you dare to come to our Wing Chun White Crane Kicking Pavilion, you are looking for death!"

A disciple dressed in white kicked his legs on the ground, and jumped nearly two meters in an instant with his legs. He opened his arms, and he was like a white crane flying high in the sky. Kick.

"Is this the Wing Chun White Crane Fist?" Although the man's movements seemed unthreatening in Wang Xiaohu's eyes, I have to say that this man's jumping ability is really good, especially the white crane wings that gave him a kind of surprise a feeling of.

"Cut!" The short man sneered disdainfully, he turned around, exerted force in his waist, and stepped back like a long whip, hitting the man's waist.

"Bang!" The man was kicked five meters away before he fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Hiss, who is yours?"

Seeing the scene in front of them, a group of Wing Chun disciples couldn't help but gasped, and stared at the short man in fear.

"Songwu Taekwondo...Cui Changbai!"

The man murmured, and glanced at the crowd with disdain: "A mere ant is not qualified to fight with me, let your master come out!"

"Presumptuous, a mere foreign race dares to come to China to cause trouble! Take my eight-cut knife!"

A horny man sneered coldly, staring at Cui Changbai with an unkind expression.

"Swish, whoosh, swish!" Two short eight-cutting knives hovered in the air, and the man Qiu Rong jumped up, and a handsome backflip took the eight-cutting knives into his hands, and he took advantage of the momentum to slash his head and face with two knives.

"Okay!" The crowd immediately cheered.

"Wing Chun, Li...!" This man was interrupted coldly by Cui Changqing before he finished speaking: "An ant, you must have the consciousness of an ant, I am not interested in who you are!"

"Death!" Hearing Cui Changqing's words, the big man's face turned cold, and the knife in his hand became even more violent.

"Stupid!" Cui Changqing's eyes were cold, he asked his footsteps to move lightly, and his body turned slightly, the eight-cut knife almost cut down against his face, and the fierce wind of the knife blew his clothes violently.

The big man flipped his wrist, and the two eight-cut knives wanted to sweep across the waist. Unfortunately, before the knives were turned over, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen and was instantly thrown upside down.

"Let's go together!" Someone shouted, and a group of disciples picked up the guy and rushed towards Cui Changqing out of righteous indignation. The momentum scared Jin Xingshan back two steps involuntarily.

"Hehe, I'm looking for a dead end!" Cui Changqing looked at the crowd as usual, squinting and looking at everyone, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Stop!" At this moment, a violent voice was like thunder in the ears, and the eardrums of the people were buzzing.

Hearing this voice, all the Wing Chun disciples stopped their movements and turned to look at Zhang Tianyu.

"Master, he injured Lao Gao and the others...!" The eyes of several good disciples were on fire, the veins all over their bodies were bulging, and they were extremely angry.

"Back off!" Zhang Tianyu roared, and frowned slightly as he looked at the short man in front of him: "You... are no match for him!"

"Master Zhang, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Seeing Zhang Tianyu coming out, Cui Changqing sneered and bowed to him.

"Are you Cui Changliu's disciple?"

Zhang Tianyu groaned, his eyes indifferent.

(End of this chapter)