Who knew that Ye Zhen was not so easy to push this time. Before his hand touched the corner of Ye Zhen's clothes, Ye Zhen waved his hand gently, like a flower brush, and instantly waved his hand aside.

The broom was startled and felt that his hands were empty. He suddenly became angry and punched him: "You little brat, please be aware of it! Don't toast and not eat the punishment for the wine!"

Ye Zhen frowned, and with a bang, he easily blocked his fist on his right palm. His left fingers were put together like a sword, and he quickly stepped on the broom head and arm.

"Ah!!" The broom screamed in an instant, feeling that half of his body was numb, and he had been electrocuted from his shoulders to the soles of his feet. He wanted to stand but couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground with a plop!

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the gangsters rushed up: "X his, what are you doing?!" "Catch him, grab him!" "Damn his ancestors! Dare to fight with me!" "Beat him to death!"

The roar sounded in a ball, and Ye Zhen gently took a step back among the figures that rushed up, and pointed his index fingers on both hands on the cheeks at the same time. The two of them screamed and fell to the ground, covering their cheeks and unable to speak; then stood on the ground with one foot, and instantly a rapid whirlwind kick swept the third person a few steps away.

The remaining three were shocked! The few of them were among the best kung fu in the martial arts school. Who knew that when they fought with this young man, four of them fell down in an instant when they had just met!

"X his grandma!" A yellow-colored hair couldn't help but step onto the wall in two steps, turned around and kicked Ye Zhen on the back. Who knew that Ye Zhen was like eyes on his back, and he didn't even look at it. He slapped the calf that Huang Haifei kicked over with his back hand!

Huang Hai screamed heart-wrenchingly, covered his calves and rolled to the ground, the scream was as if the leg bones were broken.

Finally, the two looked at each other and looked a little shivering. Ye Zhen asked, "Do you still fight?"

Neither of them dared to speak, Ye Zhen asked again: "Can you still fight?"

“…”

Ye Zhen bent down and picked up the fifty dollars that the broom was thrown on the ground, put it in his pocket, and stepped over the yellow-haired cramped body and walked forward.

Just as they passed by, the two of them winked at each other and rushed up to grab Ye Zhen’s left and right hands!

There were two light sounds, and Ye Zhen didn't even look at them. He grabbed the wrists of both hands and threw them forward casually like throwing them in a pocket!

Two living people were instantly thrown by him from left to right a few steps away! After two bangs, he didn't even dare to scream, and rolled and crawled away desperately, and one of them fell several times.

Ye Zhen turned around and looked at their backs and shook his head regretfully.

This martial arts hall is so big but the disciples are so useless. It must be a good martial arts hall.

No wonder Long Jiwei didn’t send him here, Long Jiwei’s decision was always correct!

Just when Ye Zhenxiao sighed that the martial arts talents have withered these days and that such a huge martial arts hall has no advantage in the masters, another famous martial arts hall in Liaoning welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

The disciples of Taifeng Martial Arts Hall opened the door in the afternoon and saw a row of men in karate uniforms standing outside the door. The tall and tall man and the great divine light were restrained, standing there like a mountain, making people frightened to see.

The director hurried out, and before he could ask, an assistant politely handed over the business card: "Hello Director Zhao, I am Ohara Shizumi Ohara, the assistant of the Kurosawa family in Japan. Is there such a person among your disciples?"

As soon as the assistant winked, someone immediately unfolded the scroll. The portrait was a thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with low eyes, handsome appearance, and extremely tough lines on his side.

The director identified for a long time and said in confusion: "This... I can't recognize it. What's the point of doing?"

The assistant secretly looked at Kurosawa's face. Kurosawakawa was wearing a suit and stood by the car door, with a deep expression on his face.

The assistant sighed and put away the scroll and said, "I'm really sorry to be upset by the noble family. The noble family has superb martial arts skills and many disciples. I have heard of the great name for a long time, so I can always be reluctant to stay away."

The director finally understood what he meant a little: "What advice do you have?"

The assistant waved his hand and more than a dozen karate black belts took a step forward at the same time.

He smiled and said, "——Then please give me some advice!"

In less than half an hour, the gate of the martial arts hall opened again.

Kurosawa walked in the front, rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows, revealing his bronzed muscled arms. The assistant was holding his expensive blazer in his hand and followed behind him.

More than a dozen karate masters lined up in a row, with neat steps and expressionless faces.

Xiaohara Jinchun smiled and said, "It's really hard to match the reputation. I know what this sentence means. It's a famous martial arts school, but in fact it's not even comparable to our little fingers. I believe that such a place cannot cultivate masters who can kill Mr. Dongxiang in seconds."

Kurosawakawa said: "You should learn another sentence from the Chinese, which is called losing Jingzhou by carelessness."

Xiaohara Jinchun immediately lowered her head and replied yes.

Kurosawa said lightly again: "Don't take it lightly. If you really encounter that fierce god, you will not be enough for him to fill his teeth."

This time, even the dozen masters behind him bowed their heads respectfully and said, "I'm very sorry!"

Kurosawa didn't care and said, "Next, take this place as the starting point and sweep the black and white paths of this area horizontally. Don't let go of even a clue, and keep finding the trace of the boy."

He reached out to open the car door, his subordinates stood behind him, and bowed ninety degrees together: "—Yes!"

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Thanks to the talented Cangsangjun for his long comments. I read it and laughed. I strongly recommend Minnasang to go and have a look!

The following anti-drawing:

The school Ye Zhen is about to enter is a private aristocratic middle school in the suburbs of the city. The principal and the Beijing Han family had a bit of indescribable friendship, so Ye Zhen, who has not yet resolved his identity problem, was decisively stuffed into the third grade of junior high school in this school.

Long Jiwei's philosophy is that children must study, and even if they are useless in the future, they must read books.

Xuan Lin threw Ye Zhen at the school gate, rolled down the car window, and warned with a stern voice: "Be honest with me when I go to school on the first day, a little brat! You are not allowed to gather to fight and cause trouble, you are not allowed to peek at the girls' locker room, you are not allowed to sneak into the butt of the female teacher. The most important thing is not allowed to talk nonsense! Otherwise, I will not even protect you from your father!"

Ye Zhen said, "I understand, thank you uncle. Does your head hurt when Long Jiwei knocked two times?"

Xuanlin: "…"

Xuan Lin stepped on the accelerator angrily and left.

Ye Zhen shrugged (this action was learned from TV), carrying his schoolbag, slowly rubbing towards the school. The school uniforms of the private school looked beautiful, with a light gray V-neck sweater and a white shirt collar, revealing a small piece of blue tie. The straight trousers well decorated the young man's delicate and beautiful figure. The black leather shoes that Long Jiwei bought were on the ground and couldn't make any sound.

Some of the girls passed by looked back at him, covered their mouths and made secret laughs.

Ye Zhen suddenly realized that he wandered around the teaching building for a long time, and finally grabbed a passing student and asked, "Where is Class 1, Grade 3?"

The boy said wonderingly: "I am from Class 1, Grade 3, who are you?"

“New.”

"Oh, I have to wonder if I know you." The boy nodded and said enthusiastically: "It's time for class, let's go together. What's your name?"

“…Ye Shisan.”
Chapter completed!