She said in a cold voice: "Han Gong, do it!"

"I understand, Miss Ye."

Han Buming wore a black belt, and even though he was over 60 years old and had white hair, he was still energetic.

He twisted his neck, and said with a hint of contempt on his face:

"I have been studying Taekwondo for more than fifty years, and it is already in the early stage of the fifth grade. If you commit suicide, you can still suffer less flesh and blood!"

“What is Taekwondo?”

Xu Zi-speaks to himself: "There is no Taekwondo in the Three Thousand Great Dao Rules."

Han Buming's face turned pale.

The first path of martial arts is rigorous.

A warrior who is just entering the fourth grade actually pretends to be crazy and stupid in front of a fifth grade warrior, saying that he doesn't know Taekwondo, which is simply disrespectful.

"Go to die!"

He shouted loudly, his whole body gathered his strength and swept across with a sudden whip leg.

The strong wind whistled, and the tables and chairs along the way burst into pieces, turning into countless wood chips. The speed was so fast that they all left behind phantoms.

The guests in the hall were shocked.

this.

Is he a fifth-grade warrior?

The power of one kick is so terrifying.
Chapter completed!