"Well, anyway, you want to marry me in the future, so I won't thank you anymore."

Looking at Yang Qingyu's serious look, Wang Cheng couldn't say anything to refute, so he could only remain silent.

At this time, the two of them also arrived at the entrance of the Yang Tai Chi Hall. It was already very late, but the lights at the door were still very bright, and there were several cars parked.

Yang Qingyu's expression changed slightly and she whispered: "Someone is here."

Wang Cheng had been in Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall for a year or two before, and knew that the entrance to the Martial Arts Hall was very quiet at night. At that moment, his face also became slightly serious, and as he accelerated his pace, Yang Qingyu walked into the Martial Arts Hall.

Yang Qingyu opened the side door of the martial arts hall, and several disciples under the Yang Tai Chi sect were not asleep yet.

"Qingyu, you are back."

A middle-aged man hurried up and whispered.

Yang Qingyu frowned, his expression returned to his usual coldness, and nodded and said, "Uncle Qi, what's wrong?"

"Wang Cheng is here too. Why don't you go out for a walk first and come back later."

When the middle-aged man saw Wang Cheng, his eyes lit up and he said hurriedly, with a little hesitant look.

"Uncle Qi, I heard that Mr. Yang is in poor health. I'm here to see Mr. Yang."

Wang Cheng said with a smile.

"Oh, the old man is inside..."

The middle-aged man just spoke.

At this time, a middle-aged man and a young man came out of the lobby inside. The young man saw Yang Qingyu and immediately said in surprise: "Qingyu, you are back, Grandpa Yang, Qingyu is back."

The middle-aged man who walked out also smiled and said, "It's good that Qingyu is back. Everyone is here, and they come over to explain it clearly in front of the old man."

Uncle Qi looked ugly and looked at Yang Qingyu and Wang Cheng, indicating that it would be best for them to leave.

However, Yang Qingyu nodded to Uncle Qi, then grabbed Wang Cheng's hand directly, his palm was obviously stiff, and then he held Wang Cheng's hand tightly, pulled Wang Cheng in firmly, and said, "I'm going to my friend's house, I don't know that guests are coming to my house."

After Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, he realized that his heart was very complicated. He knew that from then on, Yang Qingyu really regarded himself as his own person and walked in with her in cooperation.

The middle-aged and young people at the door changed slightly when they saw the two holding hands.

"Qingyu, who is this little brother?"

The young man stepped forward and blocked the gate, with a cold expression, a questioning voice, and a bad look at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng also looked at the other party without showing any weakness. The two of them had a collision of eyes, and neither of them gave in.

Yang Qingyu pushed the young man away without any hesitation, walked inside, still holding Wang Cheng's hand tightly, and said coldly: "Who is he? Do I need to explain to you?"

The young man's expression became gloomy, he moved away from Yang Qingyu, and then suddenly took action. As soon as he made a move, he grabbed Wang Cheng's arm with his hands and wanted to remove Wang Cheng's arm. He said in a deep voice: "Then let me explain it."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he still did not stop him. A trace of light flashed in his eyes.

Wang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his shoulders shook casually, and then he slipped out of the other party's grasping hand, not allowing him to succeed, and said lightly: "I don't need to explain anything to you. Also, don't call me little brother."

"you!"

The young man's expression became extremely ugly and was ignored by both of them. His face turned slightly red, his palm changed with the trend, and his grasping hand turned into a horizontal fist, whistling up, cutting towards Wang Cheng's shoulder.

The force of this punch was extremely condensed, and the air made a sound of breaking through the air.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes. With such strength, this young man's Chinese martial arts and boxing skills are much weaker than Huo Youwen.

However, Wang Cheng still did not take action. He followed Yang Qingyu into the lobby, and his arm slipped again. He used the Tai Chi power-relieving technique to avoid the other party's horizontal fist, and did not let his horizontal force explode, but just swept into the air with one punch.

In the lobby, Yang Youdegao sat on top, and there was an old man sitting next to him; on the chairs on both sides of the lower part were a few middle-aged people, each of whom was breathing long and deep, and they were obviously all practitioners with strong internal cultivation.

Hearing the movement at the door, his eyes looked over.

In front of so many people, the young man immediately seemed a little angry at a boy's two consecutive mistakes, and his eyes were red and shouted to Wang Cheng: "Don't hide if you have the ability!"

Then he used all his strength to make a move, and a cannon fist roared out, bursting out with force, making a cannon sound.
Chapter completed!