The legs were broken and the trouser legs were swept by the strong wind, making Zhu Jia's face tighten.

Cao Jingjing showed a look of watching the show on the side.

Only she knew how bad the guy who was shameless and called her uncle was and how strong he was.

This kind of high-legged attack is completely a delivery of food.

Sure enough, Park Jung-young's leg had just kicked Yang Lin's ear, and before everyone could exclaim, they saw a hand waiting there slowly.

There was no other move, just gently lifted up.

Snap...

Park Jung-young's hips made a sound and he fell to the ground.

The legs opened into one character, and could no longer be closed, but they were dislocated.

He kicked with force and did not know how to keep his strength.

He was pushed vertically by Yang Lin forcibly transformed the sweeping power into an upward power.

The muscles and bones in the legs cannot be adjusted, and they will pull the tendons and twist the bones at once.

He roared in pain, and lay on the ground with his crotch in his arms, sweating profusely.

"Shh..."

A voice of disappointment came from all around.

Some people also gave up the inverted lottery with great dissatisfaction.

Zhu Jia was stunned.

"That's it?"

The young man with glasses looked panicked and thought to himself that this matter was very troublesome. Two drops of sweat fell quietly from his temple.

Yang Lin stood there and didn't move. He just raised his hand, as if he had just touched his hair, and his face was also shocked.

"At this level, it's also the head coach of this floor? What are you learning? Are you learning to dance? Haha..."

He laughed so hard that he fell and finally stopped laughing.

"If Taekwondo Hall has only a coach of this level, I have to tell you seriously that this money has been wasted and you have been cheated.

It’s all the time, I still have to pay IQ tax, tsk…”

"Sir, our president asks you to go up there, there are stronger black belt coaches to challenge."

The young man with glasses made a hurry to make a phone call.

He hurried over again and looked at Zhu Jia with pleading.

Of course, he also recognized the beautiful reporter who appeared on TV every night.

At this time, he didn't think about anything else, and just hoped that the previous paragraph would not be played.

Otherwise, Taekwondo's reputation would be completely stinking.

Of course, if you want to restore your reputation, you have to defeat the guy in front of you who is making trouble.

This person doesn't look very powerful. Why did Park Jung-young knock it out and he fell down by himself? It's really useless.

"No need, isn't there a boxing ring on the first floor? There are so many people, and some people are witnessing it.

Let everyone see if you have any strong players? Are you qualified to open such a big scene?"

Yang Lin had a sneer on his lips.

I want to close the door and solve it privately, but there is no way.

His main purpose is to come here today.

If he didn't suppress the fame and prestige of Taekwondo, his tone would be really unhappy.

Why, Taekwondo has become so prosperous, but Chinese martial arts have fallen out of shape.

The only national martial arts that can be fought is also a name that only kills enemies but does not perform.

People just said that this is a fig leaf, which means that it is a powerful killing enemy, and the performance is not good, and the ring is not good.

You said you could fight, isn’t this talking to yourself?

Just like a quarrel in the city, the two of them yelled naked, and they had the ability to fight with me. They came with a knife, and whoever admitted their conscience was the grandson.

That's what it means.

You can always pull the enemy and grab the chicken at any time. You are bullying others' boxing, there is no such way to fight desperately.

It’s not the greatest enemy of life and death, who will fight you for life?

If you say that you are powerful in killing the enemy, then you are powerful... Kill a few more and go and eat the gun.

Anyway, we perform well and fight well, and the whole world is watching.

I don’t care whether I’m good at killing the enemy or not. Who can’t brag?

So, later on, the more you shouted that you were powerful in killing the enemy, the more you were despised.

What is really good at killing people is guns and cannons, okay?

Are you talking about boxing?

...

Soon, a group of people were crowded with darkness in the lobby on the first floor.

There are more than twenty black belts, ranging from one to six.

There are also some senior VIP customers who can be very stool or be charming and beautiful at first glance.

These people came to the first floor and didn't gather...

Instead, someone came forward to serve and served red wine and fruits, which was to watch the show.

A woman with a very strong aura, about twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing a short black suit, walked forward, swept her eyebrows and asked, "Who is going to kick the house?"

The young man with glasses ran up quickly and lowered his head to report: "President Li..."

This person is very eloquent and explains the matter clearly in a few words.

President Li's expression cleared a little, glanced at Zhu Jia, who was wearing the camera, seemed to be unrelated to him, twitched his face and asked Yang Lin with a smile: "I am Li Wanji, the president of this guild. I wonder what is this gentleman called?"

Originally, just a person who kicks a house and makes trouble is not a big deal, so he can send someone to dispose of it at will.

However, she heard that the people from the city TV station were there, and even filmed a shameful scene in the boxing gym, which made it difficult to deal with.

If you don’t beat the other party down, you won’t be able to get through this trip today no matter what.

"I am Yang Lin, you don't have to worry about my identity, just treat it as a fan of Chinese martial arts.

I heard that you Taekwondo is now very famous. After practicing a few martial arts, I will come and see how powerful the leg skills are in a foreign country?

Will teaching so many disciples mislead people's children?"

As soon as these words were said, Li Wanji's face changed.

She immediately understood that she must not be good today.

Because the other party confronted Chinese martial arts and Taekwondo.

To put it bluntly, this is a battle between the martial arts of the two countries.

Even if it is a challenge for a enthusiast, the Gym cannot give up even if it is forced to do so.

Otherwise, unless the store is closed here, the Taekwondo Hall will not be able to open in City C.

"Tell me, which boxing gym do you represent, and who paid you to come and make trouble, I will pay double."

Li Wanji was very verbal and turned the wind direction to the topic of malicious business competition.

Faced with such challengers, in front of the TV station and in front of so many students, she really dared not call the police or avoid fighting.

If you compete for the advantage of words and verbalism, it is just a good look in terms of face...

In fact, I still have to fight.

At this moment, even if Yang Lin didn't fight, she wouldn't agree.

"Li Feng, go up, don't show mercy. Just don't beat him to death. We can still afford the medical expenses."

Li Wanji narrowed her eyes, looked at Yang Lin with a blade-like gaze for a while, and turned around and whispered.

Li Feng walked out, twisted his neck, twisted his hands a few times, and twisted his ankles on his toes.

A cold light flashed in his eyes and he grinned, "Mr. Yang, do you want to prepare protective gear?"

He is a first-level coach in the fourth section of the Black Belt and retired professional team.
Chapter completed!