Urban magic doctor

Zeng Zihang was determined to decide the outcome. This time, he used all his strength in his kick. Victory or defeat depended on this move.

Although in Chen Yang's eyes, Zeng Zihang's seventy-two-way kicking technique has not yet been mastered, in the eyes of others, it is already a very powerful kicking technique.

When he launched his ejection leg, it was as fast as a plane ejected from an aircraft carrier. Everyone clearly heard the scream that cut through the air.

Seeing this, everyone finally believed that Zeng Zihang's leg skills were indeed as powerful as rumored.

Looking at Chen Yang opposite him, there was a faint smile on his lips. He just said that he would use the seventy-two way to bounce his legs, but there was no movement yet.

Could it be that he was bragging?

"Okay, with this kick, Chen Yang will be dead."

Qiao Jie, Qiu Pin and others couldn't help but cheer secretly in their hearts.

But at this moment, Chen Yang moved his right leg. Under the dim lights of the bar, everyone saw a black shadow flash past. He moved his leg so fast that they could not see clearly. When everyone came to their senses, he The legs have been placed in their original positions.

Bang.

Zeng Zihang was hit hard. He was really like an ejected airplane, flying straight back, knocking over two tables behind him one after another. Wine bottles and glasses shattered on the ground, making a ping-ping sound. .

He didn't stop until he hit a marble partition and completely destroyed it.

He fell into the broken marble ruins, with some glass shards embedded in his body, blood flowing across his body, and he looked ferocious and embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, the entire bar fell into a brief silence, and only the loud music from the speakers could be heard, which seemed particularly weird at this moment.

But three seconds later, the bar was boiling.

"Holy shit, how is that possible? Brother Hang's legend was shattered like this. He was defeated without even touching the opponent's body. What's going on?"

"Which of you saw clearly just now how that person moved his legs? I only saw a black shadow flashing by. The speed was too fast."

"Master, this is the master."

Where is this place, Shangfeng Bar? The owner behind it is Qiao Xiurui, the eldest son of the Qiao family. Although Zeng Zihang has been defeated, can Chen Yang deal with the Qiao family?

So although the women have the heart, they don't have the courage. Otherwise, they will be misunderstood by the Qiao family as being with Chen Yang, and they will suffer disaster.

Cao Zhong didn't expect that Zeng Zihang would be stunned by Chen Yang. He turned pale with fright, hurriedly ran to the corner and called Qiao Xiurui.

There was nothing he could do about this matter and he could only ask Qiao Xiurui to come forward.

After reporting the matter here to Qiao Xiurui, Qiao Xiurui's surprised voice came over the phone: "What, did you kill Zeng Zihang?!"

"Yes, Mr. Qiao, and I didn't even see the man's kick clearly, Brother Hang was kicked away."

"Kick Zeng Zihang away. It seems that you have met a real master. You hold him back first. I am nearby and will come over immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Qiao." Cao Zhong responded, and then said: "By the way, Mr. Qiao, what are you going to do? I'm worried that if that person attacks you, you may be in danger."

"Since his kung fu is so high, he must not be an ordinary person. He must know about the existence of our Qiao family. If he knows that I am the successor of the Qiao family and he dares to attack me, then he is seeking death. I believe that he I won't be stupid enough to seek death. Hum, since he dares to hurt my people, I must let him give me an explanation for this matter."

Obviously, Qiao Xiurui is full of confidence in his family.

After hanging up the phone, Cao Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

If even Qiao Xiurui couldn't suppress Chen Yang, then there was nothing Cao Zhong could do.

But in his opinion, this was impossible.

Because in the realm of Huajin Huajin Kingdom, going against the Qiao family is tantamount to seeking death.

Zeng Zihang fell to the ground, his face full of shock, and he didn't recover for a while.

He couldn't believe that he was kicked away by the opponent.

Although Chen Yang's kick movement was fleeting, he could conclude that it was the 72-way kick.

Such a high attainment is far above his master Zhang Yaoyuan.

Who is this person?

Zeng Zihang looked solemn, looked down and saw a footprint on his chest, which was exactly what Chen Yang kicked just now.

But at this moment, he only felt pain in the skin and muscles of his chest, but there were no problems with his bones and internal organs. In other words, the other party was showing mercy.

Moreover, such subtle and exquisite power control once again shocked Zeng Zihang.

He stood up from the ground and pulled out the shards of glass stuck in his body. His body was dripping with blood and looked very fierce and ferocious.

He looked at Chen Yang who was standing there with a solemn expression and didn't speak for a long time.

Chen Yang also looked at Zeng Zihang with a playful expression on his face.

The two sides were about five or six meters apart, looking at each other, and the atmosphere seemed particularly cold.

Do you want to continue playing?

This idea appeared in everyone's mind.

After more than ten seconds, Zeng Zihang finally spoke, looked at Chen Yang, and asked in a deep voice: "Why do you have to be merciful?"

Chen Yang smiled and said: "If my uncle tries to deal with my nephew and takes action with all his strength, then I will be too ungraceful."

Zeng Zihang's eyes narrowed and he frowned: "Are you really my uncle?"

Chen Yang asked back: "If not, do you think I will show mercy?"

Yes, if it wasn't for this relationship, he would have seriously injured me or even killed me with one kick.

Zeng Zihang was slightly moved, having already accepted 60% of the identity of the uncle in front of him.

Chen Yang continued: "Your master Zhang Yaoyuan's seventy-two-step leg kick was taught to him by my master. However, he is only a registered disciple, not my master's direct disciple. Even so, if we really count, he is still He is my senior brother, so there is nothing wrong with you calling me senior uncle."

"Moreover, Zhang Yaoyuan's left foot does not have a little toe, so when standing, the toes of his left foot will involuntarily turn outwards, affecting the force of the elastic leg. This is actually a flaw of his, and I didn't expect it to be passed on to you."

Few people know that Zhang Yaoyuan has no little finger on his left foot. Now that Chen Yang has told it, Zeng Zihang still has no reason to believe it.

He respected the inheritance very much and confirmed Chen Yang's identity. He did not hesitate at all, and did not care about the eyes of the people around him. He immediately stepped forward to pay homage and said: "My nephew, Zeng Zihang, pays homage to my uncle. If there was any offense just now, please invite me." Forgive me, uncle."