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On the fourth day, Ye Zheng drove to pick up Gao Xiaowen as usual.

After making a call, Ye Zheng parked his car in the driveway near Villa 39, and leaned on the driver's seat dejectedly.

At this time, someone knocked on his car window. Yi Shijiu turned his head to look at him with a ridiculing expression and said: "Big Brother Ye, there are two big words written on your face: Single Love."

"Fuck you!" You don't need to stand guard? "

Ye Zheng wanted to use his fingers to strike Yi Shijiu's skull, but he was dodged.

"It's time to change shifts. It's time to eat."

Yi Shijiu moved his mouth close to Ye Zheng's ear and whispered: "There is someone saying that someone fought with a rich second generation bodyguard for a large shopping mall in Nanguan, and beat them up until they piss their pants. At that time, it was a complete mess and there were many witnesses. Some people even took videos and posted them on the internet, but somehow, the videos were forced off the shelves. The police even faked the rumors, saying that it was a film of a martial arts scene. "

"You know that."

Ye Zheng laughed in an unfathomable manner.

He understood in his heart that it was definitely Ma Jian who used his own resources to suppress this inconceivable event that caused a sensation.

The netizens' curiosity and novelty came and went as quickly as it came. Before long, no one would be discussing this matter anymore.

However, in the underground world, this matter would definitely become a "legend known by all".

One of them.

"Ye-dage, although little bro doesn't have your ability, little bro has been following your example and has been training ever since."

Yi Shijiu patted his chest and said: "I have already registered in a dojo, and have taken a respected martial arts master as my master. "After I've practiced for a few more months, one versus three at least won't be a problem."

"Martial arts master?"

Ye Zheng was a little doubtful.

According to his experience, there was a "master" hanging in the air.

Ninety-nine percent of the guys with names were liars.

Yi Shijiu vowed.

"I have to visit when I have time."

Ye Zheng's heart was clear, this "master".

He must be a swindler who deliberately mystified his disciples and treated them like mice.

As a security guard, Yi Shijiu didn't earn much money every month.

"Alright, as long as Brother Ye is free, he can contact little bro anytime. "Sayonara."

Yi Shijiu heartlessly smiled as he waved to Ye Zheng and walked far away.

Ye Zheng sighed and shook his head.

Today's filming was very simple: The pair in the office.

Ye Zheng had been waiting for Second Young Master Xiao's next round of "revenge" the entire time.

However, it didn't happen. He felt a lack of interest.

Gao Xiaowen was the same as usual, she was neither hot nor cold to herself and did not have any chemical reactions.

There was actually no news at all from the Margo and Xie Lengyan's side.

Ye Zheng began to reminisce about the life of a soldier: Carrying his automatic walking stick, rolling in the midst of the forest bullets, each shot sowing the seeds of death.

In the afternoon, the bored Ye Zheng followed Yi Shijiu to the "Primordius Fist".

A visit from the dojo.

Ye Zheng originally thought that this kind of martial arts swindler, with limited funds, would usually have a simple and crude stadium. On the second floor of the grocery store, downstairs was the shop that sold mops, washbasins, and shovels.

To his surprise, Master Zhang's dojo was located on a bustling business street.

Ye Zheng asked.

"Four thousand five hundred Elementary students."

Yi Shijiu replied.

Ye Zheng coldly snorted, and followed Yi Shijiu in.

In the middle of the dojo was a large training area with a dark wooden floor and rows of chairs.

Ye Zheng noticed that there were no barbells or sandbags here.

An elder with a refined demeanor and a benevolent expression, around fifty years old, was currently practicing his martial arts in an exquisite white silk gown.

After the old man finished his punching routine, he operated his martial arts for a long time and several disciples in long robes attacked him together. Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched the old man's body, they jumped up as if they had been electrocuted, some of them spinning in the air before falling to the ground, and some of them even staggered a few steps and sat on the ground.

"This is Master Zhang's internal force user."

Yi Shijiu said to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng's face revealed a trace of a sneer: This kind of thing, could it be that Yi Shijiu can't tell whether it's real or fake?

At this time, the Master Zhang stood there leisurely, under the respectful gazes of the disciples, they started to talk about "Fist Arts".

"..." The circulation of the human body's meridians was in accordance with the theory of the universe's yin and yang … The human body has the presence of Qi... "As long as you can use it well, and don't have to touch your body, you can send your opponent ten feet away …"

"I disagree."

Ye Zheng suddenly said loudly.

The disciples of the Master Zhang looked at Ye Zheng with anger and disdain.

Master Zhang was startled, he asked: "Sir, are you new here?"

"This is my big brother …" "Coming to our dojo to experience and experience."

Yi Shijiu was extremely embarrassed. He pulled at the corner of Ye Zheng's clothes, wanting to indicate for him to stay silent.

"Young man, do you have any objections to this old man's theory?"

Master Zhang's expression was calm, as if everything in the world was in his hands.

"The so-called martial arts, no matter the school, must have a different foundation: physical mechanics and human anatomy. It's definitely not some Yinyang Eight Trigrams or Universe Great Techniques."

Ye Zheng said confidently: "In fighting, all you have to do is to use all sorts of techniques and apply force to the opponent, causing them to move or transform. To put it in a normal way, it is to knock them down and injure them …"

"You dare show off here with such a shallow thing like this?"

"You know a lot!"

A few disciples of the Master Zhang were already unable to hold back and shouted at Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng smiled and said: "Since that's the case, then I would like to brazenly ask Master Zhang for a few moves. I wonder if I can give you some pointers? "

Hearing Ye Zheng's words, a trace of fear flashed past Master Zhang's eyes. He then laughed dryly and said: "Young man, are you here to challenge a restaurant?"

"I dare not. "Since you are a martial artist, sparring is unavoidable."

Ye Zheng said with a smile.

"Since that's the case, then let's set a time for the martial arts competition."

A thin layer of sweat seeped out of Master Zhang's forehead.

"It's better to choose than to strike. Let's do it now."

Ye Zheng said as he took off his shoes to warm up.

"Young man, have you practiced any martial skills?" "If it's just brute force, I can't bully the weak if I'm not a martial artist."

Master Zhang was still holding on.

"Hur hur, I'm an office worker after all. I've learned a little loose fur in my spare time."

Ye Zheng said humbly.

When Ye Zheng said this, Master Zhang's brows relaxed. So this young man was just spouting nonsense, he couldn't even be considered an amateur.

He smiled and said to Ye Zheng: "Since that's the case, then this old man will allow my disciple to exchange two moves with you."