"Ye Zhuang, you can't do it, let me do it!" Ye Han didn't look back, and said softly, then smiled at Brother Leopard opposite, and said calmly: "Liu Bao, I'll give you ten seconds, either disappear from my eyes or be beaten by me! You can choose!"

Brother Bao's face changed slightly. He felt a little scared of Ye Han and did not dare to fight him. He was about to curse him and his mouth suddenly sank his shoulders. The young man with a cunt head behind him took a step forward and put one hand on his shoulder.

"Liu Bao, you back!" The young man with a cunt head said in a deep voice, then stood in front of Brother Bao, looked directly at Ye Han, and said seriously: "You are very strong, no wonder Liu Bao can't beat you!"

Ye Han smiled faintly and said, "How can I see it?"

The young man with a cunt head pointed at Ye Zhuang behind Ye Han and said, "He is at least fifty kilograms heavier than you. You grabbed his collar and just gently pulled him behind you. This is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to do! And the step you took just now looks weird. It is obviously very slow, but he easily avoided Liu Bao's foot with a person who is much heavier than you. I think that should be a wonderful step? If you guessed correctly, you must have practiced Kung Fu!"

"Oh, you have practiced Kung Fu, you should be the most powerful, right? Haha, Liu Bao asked you to teach me a lesson, which has given you a lot of benefits, right?" Seeing that the young man with a short head could actually see that he had practiced Kung Fu, Ye Han couldn't help but become interested in him.

When Ye Han was in the "Immortal Doctor" in his previous life, he learned medical skills and practiced immortal arts. When fighting with people, he often stabbed and smashed the flying swords and magic weapons, and rarely fought with people in close combat. However, he also learned a lot of kung fu in fist and foot, but the "kung fu" he learned far exceeded the scope of kung fu in the modern world. His every move was often extremely mysterious and powerful.

Even though Ye Han has only cultivated a faint spiritual energy in his body, which is very different from the peak of his previous life, he can still be called a master with the memories he brought from his previous life. He could see at a glance the depth of the skill of the young man with a tiny head. Although it is not considered as entering the house, he has a few years of hard qigong foundation and encountering an opponent like Liu Bao, ten or eight are not enough for him to fight.

The footwork that Ye Han used just now was actually a body technique. It was called "Nine Rotations" in Ye Han's cultivation world in his previous life. When he practiced this body technique to the level of great success, it was faster than the flash current star, and it was as wonderful as the tip of the blade. It was hard to hurt ordinary flying swords and magic weapons. Even if he encountered an opponent with much higher cultivation than him, he could stand invincible.

What Ye Han learned was based on spiritual energy. Without the assistance of spiritual energy, he naturally could not say that he could have any power. He took the step just now and secretly adapted to the "Nine-Rotation" body technique, but he did not even exert one percent of the wonderfulness of his peak period. Even so, in the eyes of the young man with a cunt head, he was already shocked.

Ye Han said, "You have also practiced kung fu, so your fist should be the most powerful, right?" After saying that, the young man with a cucumber head was shocked, thinking that since the other party could see his trump card, he was afraid that his strength would be stronger than him, he immediately put away the arrogant look on his face and said in a stern voice: "Liu Bao is the younger brother of a friend of mine. I stand up for him, and there is no benefit to get it! Well, since everyone is from the martial arts world, it's easy to deal with. Let's see the truth! If I lose, we will turn around and leave. Liu Bao will not cause trouble for you in the future. If you lose, apologize to Liu Bao and compensate him for all the losses caused to him before, and promise not to make things difficult for him in the future!"

Ye Han sneered: "I'm just a student, and the martial arts world is doing nothing! Is the truth behind my hands? Haha, okay, I promise you! But I want to change your conditions. If you lose, Liu Bao apologizes to us and compensate us 8,000 yuan for mental losses. He promised not to charge any protection fees from the students of No. 1 Middle School again, otherwise I will beat you once and once! I lost, the same! How about it?"

When Brother Bao heard this, he jumped and shouted, "Fuck, mental loss? I'll pay 8,000 yuan? Why don't you die? Last time ** beat me, you should pay me a compensation!"

Ye Han ignored him and looked at the young man with a cunt head.

"Okay, I promise you!" The young man with a cunt head hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Brother Hui, you..." Brother Bao was anxious. Just as he was about to speak, the young man with a hunchback turned around and glared at him fiercely, and said coldly: "Liu Bao, shut up! You are ignorant, you are a very ignorant little guy. I'm helping you. It's already broken the rules of our martial arts world! If your brother hadn't had a good relationship with me and asked me for help, I wouldn't bother to stand up for you! If you feel dissatisfied, go up and fight him, and I'll turn around and leave!"

Brother Bao said pitifully: "Don't, Brother Hui, I... can't I listen to you? You must win!"

"I'll do my best! Don't worry, if I lose, I'll pay the money!" The young man with a cunt head bowed to Ye Han, then made a gesture of inviting him, and said, "There are many people here, let's go to the alley to discuss."

Ye Han smiled and said, "No need, I'll stand here and let you beat me down, even if you win!"

After he said this, everyone at the scene, including Ye Zhuang, was stunned, especially Brother Bao and others. Looking at Ye Han, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

Who is Brother Hui? An authentic Shaolin lay disciple, the owner of the "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall" in the city, a member of the Municipal Wushu Association, a rising star in the martial arts world, and is particularly powerful in fist kung fu. He can break a few bricks with one punch, and he is nicknamed "Iron Fist Invincible"...

Look at Ye Han again. Although he is not short and can beat him very well, how many bricks can his thin body be harder? If he really stands still, let Huige punch a few times and not be beaten to death!

Pretending to behave, not so pretentious!

Ye Zhuang pulled his sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Boss Ye, have you practiced the Golden Bell Cover?"

Ye Han shook his head.

"Then... have you practiced an iron cloth shirt?" Ye Zhuang asked again.

Ye Han shook his head again.

"That's it because of true qi protecting the body?" Ye Zhuang asked again, his voice trembling a little.

Ye Han still shook his head.

"Damn, Boss Ye, we won't bring this kind of fun!" Ye Zhuang's voice was crying, and he said, "If you lose, it's nothing to apologize. What if... if he gets beaten up, what should I do? Also... Also, as you say, if you lose, you have to pay them 8,000 yuan. Damn... We two will sell our kidneys at that time!"

Ye Han laughed in a low voice and scolded, "Damn, don't you bet on the crow's mouth, okay? How did you know I lost? You stand aside and prepare to collect the money!"

The young man with a cunt head knew that Ye Han was very strong, but he was also a very proud person. He was angry by Ye Han's words "I stand here and let you beat you" and said in a deep voice: "Stand and let me beat you... Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ye Han said: "Yeah, I'm sure."

The young man with a cunt head said, "What should I do if I hurt you?"

"You hurt me?" Ye Han smiled "hehe" and shrugged, "Okay, if I get hurt by you, I will be at your own risk!"

"Okay! This is what you said, don't regret it!"

The young man with a cunt head stopped talking nonsense, his eyes surged, his fist suddenly clenched, and his knuckles made a crisp "slap" sound. He took a step forward, exhaled and opened his breath, holding a windy gale with his right fist, and a straight punch hit Ye Han's chest heavily.

After all, he had practiced Kung Fu. His punch was so powerful that it seemed to Ye Zhuang. In Ye Zhuang's eyes, this punch was as fast as thunder and weighed more than a thousand pounds. Facing this punch, even a big tree, I was afraid that it would not be able to bear it. Imagine the tragic scene of Ye Han falling to the ground and screaming after he fell into the fist. He closed his eyes tightly with pain and did not dare to look at it.
Chapter completed!