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Although Ye Zheng looked calm on the surface, he was secretly laughing inside.

This kind of "martial arts master"

He knew all about it: the master only played theory and metaphysics, and then he spent money on two retired wrestlers and wrestlers to deal with the reckless kickers.

"Master, I'll deal with him."

Sure enough, one person walked out from the Master Zhang disciples. He was not considered handsome, but he was full of confidence.

"Be careful, sage."

Master Zhang said to this disciple.

"You are Cheng Wu?"

Ye Zheng laughed involuntarily.

He discovered that this was the "Primordius Fist".

The eldest disciple, surprisingly, was a very ordinary 80 kgs scatterer on a combat program hosted by a television station a few years ago.

It was unknown when this brother had turned into the "Primordius Fist".

Disciple is here … A look of awkwardness flashed across Cheng Wu's face, but he immediately recovered his strong and strong expression and stared at Ye Zheng fiercely.

He had taken off his long training clothes and was only wearing long pants. His upper body was bare, and his abdomen was slightly bloated. However, his shoulders, chest, and arms were still muscular.

"Are you worthy of the coaches and teammates who fought with you on the team back then?"

Ye Zheng asked.

Cheng Wu roared, he moved his left foot forward and kicked his right leg to the side.

Ye Zheng dodged lightly, and smirked: "Don't you need Master's godly skills?"

Cheng Wu probed with his right fist and fiercely kicked Ye Zheng's head with his left leg.

In reality, as long as Ye Zheng was determined, in these two moves, there were at least three or four ways to injure Cheng Wu and make him fall to the ground.

"Senior Brother, use the power of our Primordius Fist and teach this arrogant kid a lesson!"

"This kid only knows how to run. His skill isn't even 10% of his master's."

"Pah pah, what ten percent, it's clearly one percent!"

The disciples of the Master Zhang all cheered and boasted loudly.

Master Zhang's face revealed a proud expression as he looked at the "eldest disciple".

Deal with the Kickers.

"Alright, it's my turn to counterattack!"

Ye Zheng's face revealed an unfathomable smile.

Cheng Wu's kick missed. Ye Zheng suddenly rubbed his body and struck his shoulder hard, causing him to stagger far away and lean against the wall.

Ye Zheng "huu"

The punch grazed his opponent's ear and landed on the wall behind him. Sawdust flew everywhere, and a large piece of the decorative panel fell to the ground.

"Mother!"

Seeing how powerful Ye Zheng's fist was, Cheng Wu was shocked and tried to escape the circle.

Ye Zheng purposely lowered his aim when he used his fists and kicks, brushing against Cheng Wu's skin, each of his attacks seemed to have the strength to kill him on the spot.

"Elder Senior-apprentice Brother is giving this kid a few moves, he's going to fight back soon!"

One of the spectating disciples was still stubborn, but the others were so scared that their faces were ashen.

Master Zhang's face was ashen, and his body was trembling slightly. How was Ye Zheng comparable to an "amateur rogue practitioner"?

"Even a professional fighter would not have such destructive power and pressure …" "Bang!"

Ye Zheng swept his leg across, brushing against Cheng Wu's hair.

Cheng Wu took this opportunity and knelt down, hugged his head, and shouted loudly: "I don't want to fight anymore! I'm not fighting anymore! "

"I didn't even get one punch, how can I not hit?"

Ye Zheng purposely revealed an innocent expression.

"I admit defeat!"

Cheng Wu said with a sullen face as he laid on the ground.

"Since we did not manage to land an effective hit, let's call it a draw."

Ye Zheng considerately said.

Cheng Wu looked up at Ye Zheng, his face revealing shame, fear, anger, and despair.

He suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up. Without wearing any clothes, he ran out of the dojo in a fit of hysteria.

"Little Cheng!" Sigh! "Little Cheng!"

Master Zhang's heart burned with rage, but he could do nothing about it.

The disciples were completely silent when they saw Ye Zheng's might.

Ye Zheng turned his head to look at Master Zhang, and laughed: "Master, since your first disciple is not fighting, then, I have the qualifications to seek your advice, right?"

"This... "This …"

Master Zhang was tongue-tied.

He looked at the disciples, and wherever he looked, the disciples would lower their heads in fear.

Yi Shijiu had long known that Ye Zheng was an expert in martial arts, but he was "mysterious" with the Master Zhang.

Compared to his martial arts, Ye Zheng's techniques were shallow.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zheng turned out to be a "master" of his generation so easily.

There was no way out.

Could it be that Master Zhang was really a fake?

Ye Zheng extended his hands out towards Master Zhang.

Master Zhang's eyes lit up, returning to his calm and composed state. He also extended two arms and placed them together with Ye Zheng.

"One hundred thousand!"

Master Zhang whispered into Ye Zheng's ear. He wanted to bribe this young man.

As far as he was concerned, coming to challenge a restaurant for no reason was nothing more than asking for money.

It was just two words.

Ye Zheng's face was full of smiles, and he did not reply.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Master Zhang raised the price.

Ye Zheng remained indifferent.

"Three hundred thousand …"

Master Zhang's voice was trembling. Thinking about the stack of brand-new bills that was about to flow into this young man's pocket, his heart ached.

Ye Zheng smiled and shook his head.

"Hey!"

Master Zhang, in a moment of desperation, suddenly revealed a "Two Dragons Mischievous Pearl".

This slightly surprised Ye Zheng: "Grandmaster", who had been forced into a corner.

How could a speculative sneak attack make up for the disparity in absolute strength?

Ye Zheng lowered his head slightly, and Master Zhang's two fingers poked his forehead.

Two sounds, almost a fracture.

The Master let out a miserable cry.

Immediately after, Master Zhang's arm was grabbed by Ye Zheng, and his entire body was flung into the air, violently smashing onto the ground.

Master Zhang's eyes were dazzled, and he could only hear the whistling of the wind. He felt that he would definitely be smashed into a pile of mud, and only his "parents" could be heard.

The word rang in his throat.

However, Master Zhang's feet had stepped onto the floor first.

Ye Zheng gently placed him on the wooden floor, and said while sneering: "Thanks."

Master Zhang understood that after walking through the gates of hell, he had returned safely.

His nerves relaxed and his urine sprayed out uncontrollably, wetting a large area of his pants.

Ye Zheng patted his shoulder, pointed to Yi Shijiu behind him, and said: "Return the school fees to him."

Master Zhang still had not recovered from his shock and nodded his head mechanically.

Yi Shijiu and Ye Zheng were walking on the road of the commercial street.

Yi Shijiu asked excitedly: "How do you know this Zhang fellow is a scammer?"

"Something that is mysterious to the extreme is bound to be deceptive."

Ye Zheng replied.

Ye Zheng thought in his heart: Gao Xiaowen, this "Snow Beauty".

'Is she real? '

"Fake!"