"What?!!" Everyone, including the students of the fitness bar and the students of the Longwei Boxing Gym, had nothing to do with the onlookers, and they all sent the same question at the same time.

Even the boxer and curator of Longwei could not believe their ears.

The director stared at Yang Qi with his eyes: "Young man, are you kidding?"

Yang Qi ignored him and looked around and picked up a magazine from Long Wei's table. He glanced at the director indifferently. Yang Qi said, "I think it's too bullying you. In order to give you some courage, let's do it like this--" The magazine was thrown on the ground with a snap. Yang Qi stood on both feet, and the big and small magazine just stood on both feet.

With his hand stretched out, Yang Qi finally showed a sharp smile on his lips: "If I can let me leave this magazine, even if I lose!"

Everyone was stunned and the whole place was silent.

A moment later, an excited female voice broke through the silence: "Teacher Yang is so handsome! Come on, Teacher Yang!"

With this cheering, all the students in the fitness class screamed with red faces. Whether it is a loss or a win or a loss - it seems that the probability of losing is infinitely high - we all support Teacher Yang!

Amid the cheers around, Long Wei's people could no longer hold back. People who practice martial arts all have bravery, and they were so despised by others, so Long Wei's boxers could not bear it. Before the curator could speak, Long Wei's boxers rushed up with a shout, and they swore to overturn Yang Qi to the ground cleanly and beat him up!

Long Wei's curator reached out to stop him, but once he started, he couldn't handle it. But he immediately put down his hand. The young man who kicked the hall was too ignorant. If he was bullied and did not fight back, how could the boxing gym be opened?

I just hope that I can take down the young man cleanly and then no one on both sides will be injured.

Just as he was thinking, the director heard a bang and someone was knocked away.

The director's heart tightened. The young man could not be seriously injured! He was about to speak up and ask his subordinates to take action gently, but suddenly he saw clearly that it was not Yang Qi who flew up?

The one who flew up with a twisted face was Biaozi?!

How could it be!

Bang bang bang, the sound of striking is endless. Some people fly up, some people fall, but it is not Yang Qi who fly up, nor is it fall.

Longwei's boxers wanted to repair Yang Qi well, but soon they changed their attention - this guy is so good at fighting!

It is a waste of punching and kicking without a single action. Every attack must be in practice. Although it is limited to a small magazine and surrounded by a group of people, it is still as unmoving as a reef!

The boxers quickly changed their goals. They no longer thought about how to beat up and vent their anger. They thought about how to get Yang Qi to come out of that damn magazine.

Because they found that even such a small goal might not be able to achieve it!

Some people sneaked into the back of the head from the back, some swept the bottom lane from the side, and some rushed straight from the front like a rugby player. The magazine area is limited, and people can only stand straight and not stroll. They don’t believe that Yang Qi can still not fall if she bumps into her purely.

But the next moment, Yang Qi kicked back and hit the sneak attacker's chest, turned her foot and stepped on the sweeper's leg. With the crisp sound, the sweeper's martial artist instantly had a cold sweat on his face and dislocated his feet. Then, Yang Qi reached out to slap the slam on the shoulder of the slam. The slap was not very powerful, but the slam immediately changed direction and collided with another boxer and turned into a rolling gourd.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Qi fell around him, and Yang Qi was still standing steadily in the magazine.

Sneer, the sound of breaking through the air, and the director actually took a big gun and stabbed it. In this short moment, the director knew that he had met an absolute master. He didn't care about his face anymore. No matter what, he must let Yang Qi come down from the magazine today!

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger. The curator is confident that he will be more than ten years old when stabbing a gun. A big gun must pick Yang Qi in the magazine!

"So many people use weapons when fighting one!" "It's so shameless!" "Don't open this boxing gym anymore!" The main force that made a sound at this time was all the onlookers. The girls in the fitness bar just talked about the causes and consequences, and all the onlookers were excited and cheered up Yang Qi.

Even the Long Wei students lowered their heads in shame and secretly decided to leave the boxing gym immediately and never come again. It was so embarrassing.

But facing the curator's spear that looked like a flower, Yang Qi's expression did not fluctuate at all.

Maybe it's because different worlds have different special features.

Maybe it's because the curator hasn't practiced his skills.

Perhaps it is because this curator is just a small external character in the Earth's martial arts world.

In short, Yang Qi, who returned from the Chinese martial arts world, could not even be considered a gun, but could only be considered a "slag gun". The other dragon-powered boxers were just a little better than the minions of the Heilongzhai, and this curator was not as good as Gong Wuyuan!

Buzz, a shot shot, slashing through the air. There seemed to be a flash of light in Yang Qi's eyes, as if he was just holding it casually, as if he was going to get a fruit, but the next moment the gun was caught in Yang Qi's hand.

Director Long Wei's face changed drastically, and he tried his best to grab the gun back with both hands. But Yang Qi held the gun with one hand and gently waved it. The white wax gun rod seemed to turn into a wildly dancing python in the blink of an eye. The jumping gun rod spread the power to the director. The director felt that no matter how hard he exerted, he immediately staggered.

With a click, the gun bar suddenly broke and the director couldn't help but fall forward. It seemed that the boyfriend who was running towards his girlfriend in the TV series was wide open and his hands were dancing.

With such a majestic posture, the onlookers wanted to kick, and some people couldn't help but shout: "Kick!"

The next moment, Yang Qi flew up to everyone's expectations and kicked the director steadily in the chest.

The director flew out like a cloud of fog. The onlookers quickly dodged away, and no one went to pick him up. He fell to the ground with a bang, and it seemed that something had hit. The director shook his head in a daze and looked down, but saw that he was just falling on the sign!

Bitch!**! Slut! Broken shoes!

Eight big red characters, four big exclamation marks, cracks that were smashed across the plaque. The director wanted to get up as soon as he tried hard, but his feet became soft and he didn't have any strength in his body. He fell back halfway and fell on the plaque again.

He still had his heart when he fell back. He knew that the Dragon Power Boxing Gym was completely finished.

Yang Qi walked over, followed by a fitness bar student with excited flushed face. Yang Qi looked down at him, his eyes full of coldness: "Please pack this sign and send it to your boss. I'm afraid only she can afford these eight words - let's go."

Yang Qi turned around, and the crowd in front flashed to both sides, as if giving way to the hero. Yang Qi pushed the door and walked out of the Dragon Power Boxing Gym. At the door, a pretty man stood beneath the moon, waiting for him. This time it was not Li Xuelian, but a fool.

——The audience held their breath.

"You're here," Yang Qi patted Qi Meng on the shoulder, his tone as if nothing had happened: "Go back, it's almost time to get off get out of class and close."

"Yes." Qi Meng nodded, with stars in her eyes, like tears.

——The crowd stared at me.

"Also, let me tell you something, you must agree to me." Yang Qi looked at Qi Meng seriously.

Qi Meng's face turned red, her eyes dodged a little, and then she looked back: "Tell me, I'll promise you."

——The onlookers were ready to applaud, and they gestured with their mouths as they gestured the syllables of "Bo Yiao" and "Bo Ai".

"Okay." Yang Qi took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then - it was a double dragon drill bit to kill him!

"So, let me tell me if you have something to do later!" Yang Qi gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing when you cover and press it? Do you treat me as an outsider?"

"Ah, it hurts!" Qi Meng turned his hand and punched him, and said angrily: "You damn Yang Qi, fool Qi, big fool! There is no atmosphere left!"
Chapter completed!