Zhao Yu turned around and pursed his lips hard: "Zhai Fei, apologize to them."

"Why!? They were rude first..."

"Apologize!" Zhao Yu urged. He was already annoyed and just wanted to end all this sooner and send these annoying ghosts away.

"I'm sorry." Zhai Fei said reluctantly.

"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly!"

"I'm sorry!" Zhai Fei shouted in anger.

"Oh, hahaha, I apologize, boy, you are cognizant." Meng Zhuo said: "Zhao Yu, right? You dare to fight with a desperate guy like Gao Fei. I respect you as a character. He apologized for this matter, and I have face. I can help you. But in the end, he had to tell me in person that national skills are the trash fighting skills, and our taekwondo is the strongest fighting skills! Say, national skills are garbage, dog shit, and worthless! Tell me!"

Zhai Fei's chest was so angry that his anger fluctuated violently. He looked at Zhao Yu, waiting for Zhao Yu's orders.

Zhao Yu turned around, walked to Zhai Fei, and patted his shoulder: "Zhai Fei, in a while, if you don't beat these bastards out of shit, don't say you know me in the future."

Zhai Fei was overjoyed: "Well, I will definitely beat them up."

Zhai Fei rushed over with a flower gun. Before Zhuo Fei could speak, he was shot over. Before the few people around him could react, Zhai Fei rushed into the crowd like Zhao Zilong, and shot the flower guns randomly. Seven or eight people suddenly turned over and complained.

Meng Zhuo didn't expect that Zhai Fei was not so powerful when he encountered it in school. Why did he have a gun in his hand, which seemed to transform like a super Saiyan star? He couldn't get up at all. He was about to get up, and he was shot with his elbow and lay on the ground again. After learning to be smart, he wanted to turn over and get up, but before he could force his waist, he was overturned by a gun. He wanted to squat up first with the strength of his knees. He just wanted to stand up, but he was hit by a shot and bent back, kneeling down, and then he was hit by the gun on his mouth and lay down again.

After a few minutes, seven or eight people complained, lay on the ground, all of them giving up the idea of ​​getting up.

Zhai Fei poked his flower gun on the ground, stood there, lifting his chin, it was really majestic and looked majestic. Zhao Yu also secretly praised in his heart. He corrected the few times he had advised him two days ago, and it could be perfectly used in actual combat. Zhai Fei is a good seedling for martial arts practice.

Zhai Fei looked down at these guys and saw someone trying to get up, so he gave him a snap.

"How is it? You dare to say that national skills are not as good as your Taekwondo? As long as I have a gun in my hand, you are all little lambs!" Turning around and asking Zhao Yu, "Brother Yu, is this OK?"

Zhao Yu sat on a horse stool and tilted his head: "Where is shit?"

"Shit? What shit?"

"Didn't I say, let you beat them out of shit for me? Look at which one looks like you beat out of shit?"

"Ah? This... is too difficult, right?"

Xiao Dongliang didn't dare to say a word since the beginning, and stood behind a small tree, watching the development of the situation with fear. Only then did he realize that in Zhao Yu's eyes, Zhai Fei shouldn't have lost, and Zhao Yu was full of confidence in Zhai Fei from the beginning. However... Zhai Fei's fist and foot skills are not his strengths, or even weaknesses, and flower guns are his specialty.

So the conversation between the two people was inexplicably strange.

Zhai Fei said: "But you just said that Kung Fu is not used to be brave and fierce. Is the original intention of 'mart' to transform and stop war?"

"Bad!" Zhao Yu said: "Is Kung Fu that cannot be used called Kung Fu? Is crosstalk called crosstalk called? Do dogs who can't guard the house and protect the yard better slaughter and eat meat!"

"But you also say that martial arts focuses on spiritual cultivation. No matter how good the gunshot skills are, without a warrior's heart, if you cannot accommodate other sects and fighting styles in this world, you are destined to be a narrow-minded person and do not deserve to be called a warrior."

"They are just fart warriors, shaking their heads and tails one by one. There is no need to talk about martial arts and cultivation. Just cultivating the mind, why don't you read the soul chicken soup, and you can also practice the flower guns and do the farts?!"

"But you still say that what they say in the future will let them say. Who is really stronger and who is weaker should be proved when it is most worth proof. There is no need to show off your courage, let alone speak out."

"Damn it all came to the door to smash the situation. When will I be brave at this time?!" Zhao Yu said angrily: "I have never seen such an ignorant thing in my life. Beat me, don't hold back! If you don't beat them out today, I will beat you out the shit!"

When Zhai Fei heard this, he was shocked.

Zhai Fei is very simple and has a plot of admiration for Zhao Yu. Although he has only met twice, this is how people who practice martial arts are. This is called a similar intention. Because they have the same dignity and feelings, it is easy to understand each other and quickly establish friendship. Just like some ancient heroes, they can understand each other's probabilities at one time, and are attracted, impressed, and admired by the other's personal charm and martial arts skills. They even kowtow to pray to their brothers and brothers when they meet.

Zhai Fei and Zhao Yu are like two levels in the same system. For example, it is like a cat who meets a tiger. They are both cats and they can easily understand each other. However, in terms of strength, cats that can shock tigers completely surrender in instinctively with innate level awe.

So Zhao Yu could give Zhai Fei the orders to do this and that, and Zhai Fei didn't feel that Zhao Yu was pretending. On the contrary, he felt that this was right and naturally accepted the relationship between the two people as superiors and subordinates.

At this moment, the two people exchanged roles. Zhai Fei is a simple person. Although he was so angry that he was about to explode, he was now hitting someone and exhaling his anger. However, Zhao Yu's anger was completely hooked up. It seems that Zhao Yu would not be able to extinguish if he didn't beat this group of people.

At this time, the one who wanted to settle things became Zhai Fei, and the one who was unyieldingly turned into Zhao Yu.

Zhai Fei turned around, scratched his head, and said in embarrassment: "You heard that you have completely angered my brother Zhao Yu. There is no way. When I beat you up, you will also squeeze out some of them and let me have an explanation."

Meng Zhuo and his friends were all crazy.

I thought to myself that these two people are not sick, right?! What does it mean to work hard, squeeze out some? This... can you squeeze out this thing just by wanting to squeeze out? Besides, I squeeze out... How can I show it to you? Can you take it out and hand it over to pass it?

But they looked serious and seemed to be unable to pass this level if they didn’t pull it out!

Damn, how could there be such a person in this world!?
Chapter completed!