Middle Seas, a high school.

Little white is brushing books in the library, see the phone has a reminder to pick up.

“Call—”

At this time, Xiao Bai spit out his voice and whispered, "Finally found."

Soon after, she joined the Changsheng Inn group and quickly minted with the crowd, but the Malays and other business cards made her somewhat curious.

When asked, the little white was a little stunned, should the brother take them as apprentices?

When she went to the bathroom, she couldn't help but call Yan Qingyue and talk about the situation in the group...

And when he received the phone call, he laughed.

The horse doesn’t seem to be dead.

There are also a group of imitators.

However, he was too lazy to take care of it, and after eating three "grains are hard", he continued to be busy in the kitchen.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, he came out of the kitchen and stood on the steps and looked at the night sky.

"Anger is running out, and you have to collect some."Yan Qinghe was thinking, "Lai dishes, can no longer delay, need to make it as soon as possible, it is time to collect condolences."

Although the joy is almost exhausted, it is better to collect than anger.Those amusement parks, wedding scenes, etc., can be collected in large quantities.

However, anger is not easy to collect, and it is difficult to find a place of collective anger.

Soon after, he came out of the Changsheng Inn and returned to East Lake City to collect his anger and received a wisp of it.

At this time, on the grass on the East Lake, a thin man wearing a white practice suit was constantly punching there.

Over and over again.

He had already been sweating like rain, but he did not stop at half the meaning.

Not far away, there are a few people without a word to look at the sky, it seems that the horse practice really went into the devil, how long does it have to be practiced?

Usually about an hour or two.

But now, as if to practice the rhythm of the dawn, is Ma really going to challenge the fighting coach?

"Well, the horse is still practicing, it seems to be practicing until dawn."

Some people can't help but send a circle of friends Tucao, which immediately attracts many people to reply, as well as Tucao.

“Further thought, the will of the warrior, the spirit of the weapon...”

In the horse’s mind, there are only those words.

When the "strong idea" disappeared, he exuded a charm, as if he knew more about Tai Chi.

Between his hands there seemed to be a force.

Calling –

His hands were slow, but they brought the wind.

I don't know when, he faintly felt that there seemed to be a wisp of breath in his body, not a sudden trembling in his heart, an incomparable surprise.

This seems to be the inside of the legend.

“Haha—”

The horse laughed, and laughed.

Suddenly, nine wisps of joy appeared in the heart, and then became one with the previous three wisps, becoming a flame, lighting the heart...

At this time, Malay felt the severe pain and her face changed.

He could not bear to scream, punching in frenziedness, as if to vent his pain.But at this time, his hands were stronger and stronger, bringing out the wind...

Not far away, the men saw it.

“Isn’t it?”

Some people are shocked to feel that the horse always seems to be different.

Also, it seems that the wind has been born around the horse, rolling up some weeds and leaves, rotating around him...

“Is the horse really going to become a warrior?”Someone couldn't believe it.

Because the picture in front of you is indeed amazing, as if it can only be seen on TV.

"The horse always seems to be going to become a martial arts master."Some people can't help but record a small video and send it to the circle of friends.

...

"It's eleven o'clock, and it's time for the night market."Yan Qinghang came out of the Changsheng Inn and immediately rushed to the most lively night market, intending to try his luck.

In these places, there are many drunken troublemakers, and they are most prone to disputes and fights.

When he came for a moment, he saw two groups of people arguing loudly, then pushing up, and then beating...

"There are dozens of them."

I’m in a good mood, I can’t imagine luck tonight.

However, it seems that the fight is a little too much, even the beer bottles are used, and finally some people return to the car and pull out a machete to follow.

“So strong?”

Yan Qingyang saw it, couldn't help but be shocked, "It seems to hit some red eyes, and then fight again is bound to happen."

At this time, he suddenly pulled up a chair, rushed up, and then rushed up to the machete, and smashed the man who was chasing the frantic.

Bam!

The plastic chair hit the back of the man full of tattoos.

“Fuck off!”

The plastic chair was broken, but the tattooed man did not fall, but turned to cut it in the face of the sky, and continued to spray dung in his mouth.

And Yan Qingkang kicked out one foot and flew out of the tattooed man with one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds.

At this time, he did not stop, but pulled up several plastic chairs in a row, smashed at those who hit the red eye, or punched a foot.

After about ten seconds, the scene was finally in control.

And the screams outside the venue gradually stopped, some shocked to look at the blue sky, and then sounded the applause of the heat and death...

“Shocked.”

“Is it so good that you can kill dozens of people?”

“Surely you’ve been practicing, or you can’t do it!”

There were four people around lamenting.

“Are you going to fight again?”

He patted his hands and looked at the dozen people lying on the ground asking.

“Shit, I’ll kill you.”The tattooed man struggled, his face full of leprosy, and rushed up to the face with a machete.

“Damn, are you okay?”

The face of the blue sky sank, and suddenly took two steps, one foot and one foot.

This kind of machete with a machete, not only tattoos, but also full of mouths spraying, a pair of old people forced to coax, I am afraid that usually no better place to go...

The tattooed man immediately flew up and fell seven or eight meters away.

This foot shocked the people, how much strength it takes to push people to fly seven or eight distances?

The tattoo is at least 180 pounds, right?

At this point, the scene was settled again.

However, Yan Qinghe could not hold their mouths, and was still burning, spraying dung.

But Yan Qinghe was too lazy to pay attention to them, after all, he was too busy, he had already known that he would not be able to do it, and they were killed by them...

Both of them don’t look like good people.

His mood, which had not been affected, continued to collect his anger.

At this time, many people have uploaded videos to send the scene to the circle of friends, or on Weibo.

"Clear stone street surprised the cattle, one foot to the people to fly ten meters!.”

The Shock!Shishi Street has a martial arts master...”

"The two uprooted people in Qingshi Street were beaten in a group, and finally surprised the master of Wulin..."

One by one, the title party appeared, attracting many people to enter.

After they had seen it, they were a little shocked, and then in Tucao, said it was too dark, the picture was too bad, even the face of the master could not see...

Yan Qinghang naturally did not know that he was too busy to be filmed and uploaded on the Internet, and caused a lot of people to watch.

At a time when he had gathered more than twenty wissters of anger.

Soon after, he returned to the apartment and took a break immediately after taking a bath, because he would meet the eldest princess tomorrow.

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