Park Sung-hoon was indeed angry and attacked Yoo Ziyang.

Kim Jong-chul and his disciple Zhou Lei were defeated by Liu Ziyang one after another. This was not only slapping him in the face, but also thwarting the majesty of Taekwondo. This involved his Taekwondo Hall enrollment, which seriously affected his interests.

Just imagine, if Taekwondo seems so unbearable, a student who stands up to perform Chinese martial arts will defeat the students who have been studying Taekwondo for many years. Who is willing to learn Taekwondo in the future? Who is willing to register at his Taekwondo Hall?

So Park Sung-hoon must take action and find an excuse to suppress Yoo Ziyang and defeat Yoo Ziyang's prestige, so as to establish his authority for Taekwondo.

As a master of Taekwondo in the sixth tier of the black belt, Park Sung-hoon does have some strength, far from being comparable to a student like Zhou Lei.

Liu Ziyang practiced the sixth stage of fist with Old Man Ye for more than a month. He was able to condense the power of the third-level Mingjin, which was already quite rapid progress, but at this stage he still could not compete with Park Sung-hoon.

So when Park Sung-hoon rushed over, Yoo Ziyang immediately felt a great sense of crisis.

But soon, a figure like a god and demon standing tall stood in front of him, and a familiar aura fluctuated.

"Brother Ye——"

Liu Ziyang felt warm in his heart and muttered to himself.

call!

At this time, Park Sung-hoon had already swept across his legs, his legs were as strong as the wind, and there was a strong force inside. The slashing leg wind blew the face of the person. Whether from the angle of the leg or the power contained, it was indeed a bit powerful.

But in front of Ye Junlang, this strength is just as good as a three-year-old child.

Whoosh!

Ye Junlang rushed over quickly, but his remaining momentum continued to rush towards Park Sung-hoon, who was sweeping across his legs.

Park Sung-hoon's legs swept across, Ye Junlang held his arms and stood up. He ran into Park Sung-hoon like an armored chariot.

Bang!

Park Sung-hoon hadn't reacted yet, but he felt a huge force rushing over. He retreated backwards, and his qi and blood were churning, and his eyes were filled with stars.

Before Park Sung-hoon could stand firmly, he grabbed the collar of his martial arts clothes with one hand and lifted it up. Park Sung-hoon had already flew up in the air, and then a bottom-up leg swept across, hitting Park Sung-hoon's body.

Park Sung-hoon was about to fall down, but after being swept across the leg, his body rose up again.

call!

In the blink of an eye, another whistling wind whistled past, sweeping hard on Park Sung-hoon's body in the air, and then Park Sung-hoon flew out in the air.

"Look at it-the airman!"

In the venue, I don’t know which student shouted.

This statement is a classic. With such a throwaway, it immediately attracted the approval of other students—

"The black belt master has become a flying man. Is this going to challenge the position of leader Qiao?"

"Oh, I flew towards the basketball frame of the basketball court. Who gave him a basketball - he was going to perform a dunk!"

"It's unstoppable! Let's see the ascension of a generation of Taekwondo masters!"

In the venue, students joked and finished the teasing, and from time to time, some replies burst out, causing laughter.

Both Kim Jong-chul and Zhou Lei heard it. Their faces were blue and white, and they felt ashamed of shame. At the same time, they were also frightened in their hearts.

Who is it?

How could he have such terrifying strength?

Even a master with a sixth-level black belt like Park Sung-hoon was powerless to resist and was beaten like a human sandbag and swayed in the air. This was simply unimaginable!

Plop!

In the end, Park Sung-hoon fell heavily on the ground along the curve of free falling. The dignified master of the sixth-level black belt was lying on the ground like a dog eating shit. This contrast in identity was too unexpected.

The initiator stood proudly on the spot, looking more masculine and tough against the backdrop of the security uniform. Although the students in the field couldn't see clearly how Ye Junlang took action, it was not important. What was important was that Park Sung-hoon was defeated and knocked down by Ye Junlang.

"That classmate, don't hide. You should stand up and say, is Chinese martial arts practical in comparison with Taekwondo?"

Ye Junlang stared at Kim Jong-chul and asked with a smile.

Kim Jong-chul's face was already ashamed, and his face was so blue and white that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Facts outweigh words.

Through a real showdown, Taekwondo doesn't seem to be anything extraordinary.

"The Chinese martial arts have a long history and have a history of thousands of years. If you have never been exposed to the real Chinese martial arts, you will assert that the Chinese martial arts are just fancy fists and you are just a frog in the well. In the face of the real Chinese martial arts, Taekwondo is really not very good." Ye Junlang continued.

After saying that, Ye Junlang looked around for a week and said with a smile: "You guys continue to attend class. I won't disturb you."

As he said that, he walked out of the gymnasium.

Still continuing to attend classes?

Park Sung-hoon, who was preparing to teach, was called "flying people in the air". How can I take this lesson?

Liu Ziyang had already come to his senses. After seeing Ye Junlang walking out, he hurriedly ran after him and shouted: "Brother Ye, Brother Ye--"

Ye Junlang turned his head to look at Liu Ziyang who was running over, and asked with a smile: "Why? I won't go to Taekwondo class anymore?"

"I won't go up anymore. I won't go up anymore!" Liu Ziyang grinned, and then said in disbelief, "Brother Ye, I really defeated Senior Zhou just now? Damn it! It's simply unbelievable. Senior Zhou is the president of Taekwondo Club and a master of black belt!"

Ye Junlang smiled angrily and said, "Ziyang, you must enlarge your goals in the future. You must place your opponent on those truly powerful martial arts geniuses in the ancient martial arts world."

"Ancient Martial Arts World? Martial Arts Genius?" Liu Ziyang was confused.

"Forget it, you will know in the future." Ye Junlang didn't know how to explain, so he could only wait for Liu Ziyang to come into contact with the ancient martial arts world in the future before he could understand it slowly.

Liu Ziyang didn't care. He looked extremely excited and excited on his face. He said, "Old Master Ye is indeed extraordinary. I could tell at first that Mr. Ye is a paranormal. So, the boxing that he taught to me casually is so awesome! His grandmother never noticed this before. It seems that he must focus on practicing the boxing that Mr. Ye taught in the future."

After hearing this, Ye Junlang felt aroused in his heart and became quite curious about Old Man Ye.

The set of six-stage fists taught to Liu Ziyang could actually allow Liu Ziyang to condense the power of Mingjin. This fist is extremely mysterious in the battle process, and it is extremely powerful in both offense and defense.

Could it be that Old Man Ye is really as he brags about, he is a master himself? And he is the kind of person who is several stories high?

With this question in mind, Ye Junlang returned to Tingzhu Xiaozhu and wanted to ask carefully in front of Old Man Ye.

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