Skill Maker

Hasty footsteps sounded!

Seven or eight young and strong men rushed out of the stairwell one after another.

Seeing this group of people rushing out, Jin Lianzi was so courageous that he quickly turned over from the ground, pointed at Jiang He and shouted: It's him! Brothers, kill this kid!

it's him?

Seeing that Jiang He was only a teenager, this group of young men felt angry and funny, and didn't take Jiang He seriously at all.

How dare a brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth dare to smash Master Kun's place? Who gave you the guts?

Boy, do you dare to smash Master Kun's place? You are courting death!

Fuck this bastard to death!

You brazen brat, leave him a mark to increase his memory!

A group of people roared angrily, and rushed towards Jiang He with fists and kicks.

Son, run! Run!

Seeing such a large group of people rushing menacingly, Jiang Zhengqiang turned pale with fright, and quickly shouted at Jiang He.

Why run? It's just a bunch of scum!

Jiang He turned his head and smiled at Jiang Zhengqiang, Dad, let's watch your son show his power!

Said, instead of retreating, Jiang He rushed towards the group of people.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when Jiang He rushed out, the TV set hanging on the wall of the tea house hall happened to be playing a song A man should strengthen himself.

Facing the waves with pride...

The vigorous singing and the passionate rhythm echoed in the hall.

Stepping up to the song, Jiang He jumped out and rushed into the crowd. His right fist swung from his waist like a heavy hammer, and with a bang punch, he knocked down a bastard in front of him!

Hot blood like the red sun...

A stool whizzed by. Jiang He swayed, dodged the flying stool, raised his foot and kicked, and kicked a bastard who was holding a beer bottle away!

Bold is like iron! Bones are like steel!

He squatted down, turned around and swept his legs, and the three bastards around him screamed and fell to the ground.

Thousands of minds! Great vision!

Jiang He reached out and grabbed a thrown chair, swung it high, aimed at a bastard and smashed it down!

With a click, the chair shattered, and the bastard wobbled and fell to the ground!

I will work hard to be a good man!

With a heavy kick, Jiang He rose into the air, and his right leg swept out like a steel whip!

With a bang, a bastard was kicked on the head and fell heavily to the ground!

Be a good man and improve yourself every day! A hot-blooded man is brighter than the sun!

The singing on the TV is still playing, and the fight is over before a song is finished!

Destroy! Vulnerable!

A group of bastards who had just rushed into the hall fell to the ground one by one under Jiang He's punches and kicks comparable to Bruce Lee, howling in pain!

Let Haitian gather energy...

The passionate singing echoed in the hall!

Standing proudly in the hall, Jiang He's tall and straight figure is like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi!

This... this... this is my son?

Until now, Jiang Zhengqiang is still in a daze!

My God! My son is so good at fighting? My son is so powerful?

Son, you... When did you practice Kung Fu? Why don't I know?

Jiang Zhengqiang looked at Jiang He suspiciously.

Dad, don't you know? Didn't I often hit that big camphor tree in the backyard? Did you forget?

Naturally, Jiang He couldn't tell his father that all his abilities were achieved by killing chickens! After killing dozens of chickens, I got a skill!

Hit camphor trees? Didn't you start beating half a year ago?

Jiang Zhengqiang naturally knew about Jiang He's beating of camphor trees.

Since Jiang He's mania broke out, there are a few days every month that are not normal, and he can only beat the big camphor tree!

But... it's only been half a year, and he has such a skill?

You may not believe it!

Jiang He glanced at his father, pointed at himself, and grinned, Your son, I am a legendary martial arts genius who is rare in a hundred years!

Well……

Jiang Zhengqiang was stunned!

Ignoring his father's shock, Jiang He glanced at the messy teahouse hall, curled his lips, and then... roared again!

Wang Zhikun, get out of here!

...

In an office on the third floor of the teahouse.

Wang Zhikun was sitting on the boss's chair, wearing a neat suit, his hair was combed neatly, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were on the bridge of his nose, which covered his sharp triangular eyes behind the lenses, covering up a bit Reckless atmosphere!

Gangzi! Monkey! You said... you went to collect the bill, and were chased and hacked by Jiang Zhengqiang's son?

With a thick cigar in his finger, Wang Zhikun took a puff of the cigarette, frowned and looked at the bald man with the tall and thin ponytail standing in front of him!

Yes, it is!

At this moment, the bald-headed man and the tall, thin ponytail no longer had the arrogance they once had, and both of them had a deep fear on their faces.

What's even more funny is that the clothes on the two of them have become strips of cloth, just like carrying a mop on their backs!

Jiang He's Wu Shuang Sword Technique forcibly cut the clothes on the two of them into mops!

you……

Wang Zhikun looked like he hated iron for being weak, and he let out a long sigh, Gangzi, monkey, have you been with me for a long time? My Wang Zhikun's people, when did I become so cowardly? When I came out to mess around, I didn't have any ruthlessness. Qi, who will obey you in the future?

The cigar in his hand hit the ground heavily, and Wang Zhikun pointed at Gangzi and Houzi and angrily reprimanded: Slap me back! Otherwise, you all go back to farming! What a fool!

Kun... Master Kun, that kid... is a bit evil...

Thinking of Jiang He's waving kitchen knife, the monkey's neck shrank, and the horse's tail drooped behind its head!

Evil! Where's your guts? Frightened by a brat? Shall you lose face...

Wang Zhikun was cursing angrily when he suddenly heard an angry shout from downstairs!

Wang Zhikun, get out of here!

The roar made Wang Zhikun, who was already furious, even more furious!

What's going on? What's going on here? Some people dare to come here to make trouble?

With a livid face, Wang Zhikun reached out and took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smashed them on the ground!

The glasses smashed to pieces with a click!

Come with me! I want to see who dares to provoke your Master Kun!

Taking off his expensive suit and throwing it out casually, Wang Zhikun took out a gleaming silver steel nunchuck from the desk drawer, and a pair of fierce triangular eyes burst out with a fierce cold light!

Damn it! How dare someone provoke Master Kun? I beat him to death!

Master Kun, you don't need to do it yourself! We are enough!

Gangzi and Houzi hurriedly expressed their loyalty, with righteous indignation on their faces, and rushed out of Wang Zhikun's office first.

The three walked out of the office one after another, and rushed all the way up the stairs to the first floor!

Who is not afraid of death, dare to come here to make trouble?

Gangzi, a bald and strong man, tore off his mop-like jacket, bared his chest, revealing his thick chest hair and his tendons, roared viciously, and rushed out from the stairs!

Then...he saw Jiang He!

I also saw those brothers who fell on the ground in the messy hall!

My goodness!

And... this guy again?

This ruthless fellow actually came to his door!

Thinking of the sharp light of the knife, and the coldness of the cold blade cutting across the skin, the bald man staggered, his face turned pale, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead!

Kun...Master Kun, I...my stomach hurts! I...go to the bathroom first!

Turning his head to look at Wang Zhikun, the bald man clutched his stomach, turned around and ran away!