Huangmao was stunned. Did this guy practice hard qigong? He actually used his waist to crush the brick?

Yang Ming was angry. The yellow-haired attacked so ruthlessly. If this brick was slapped on the back of his head, he might be reborn and pursued the beauty immediately.

Yang Ming was really angry this time and was ruthless at all. He kicked the yellow hair that sneaked into him and kicked him hard in the stomach. The yellow hair almost rolled his eyes, and his stomach rolled in, and spit out all the lunch meal.

Zhang Yuliang was even more serious. Seeing that he was the mastermind and had said "greetings" by his mother, Yang Ming broke the bridge of his nose with merciless punch, cut his hands back, and pushed hard, Zhang Yuliang's arms dislocated on the spot. The pain made him faint without even screaming.

Yang Ming calmed down his anger and remembered that there was an old man beside him, so he turned around and said, "Old man, don't set up stalls here. There are many schools here and there are many gangsters in society. You can go to the vegetable market!"

"Thank you, young man!" the old man said with a smile at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was so furious that he saw him that he couldn't help but say inexplicably: "Old man, what do you think I'm doing?"

"Is it possible that the young man is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple? Otherwise, how could he have the ability to cover the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell?" said the old man.

"Golden bell cover? Iron cloth shirt? Old man, have you read too many martial arts novels?" Yang Ming was asked inexplicably.

"Haha, young man, I also know that there are many laity masters in this world, but don't hide it from me. If you don't have that hard qigong, how could you break the bricks with your waist?" The old man looked at him with a clear understanding.

"Ah!" Yang Ming then remembered the question of the brick, exclaimed and quickly reached into his pocket on the side of the coat, and took out a glasses box from it. The glasses box was cracked, and it was obviously smashed by yellow hair.

"..." The old man was speechless.

"My glasses!" Yang Ming immediately screamed when he saw the glasses that were rotten in the glasses box. Yang Ming usually doesn't wear glasses, but because he sat in the back of the school and couldn't see the blackboard clearly, Yang's father paid him a pair of glasses. This morning, Yang Ming put on glasses in order to facilitate the aim of playing billiards, and put them in his pocket when he went home for lunch. Unexpectedly, he died heroically so soon.

"Young man, don't be sad..." The old man felt a little ashamed when he saw Yang Ming's glasses because he broke them.

"Can you not be sad? It costs more than one hundred yuan!" Yang Ming said with heartache. It's not that Yang Ming cared too much about money, but because his father's salary was not high, so he had to save money to get himself glasses for several days.
Chapter completed!