Kowtow? When he heard Tang Ping's words, Xiong Zi, Wu Huang and their companions couldn't help but change their faces.

"Isn't leaving yet? Why? Are you really going to kowtow before leaving?" Tang Ping sneered at them and said.

Xiong Zi and others with a bad face did not dare to say anything more harsh words, so they left directly. Tang Ping, who narrowed his eyes and watched them leave, had a smile on his lips with a slightly flashing eyes: "This Xiong Zi is not such a person who can give in. It seems that he will not be too bored next."

Tang Ping knew that these people had a strong background, but he, a barefoot tiger, was still afraid of a group of little kids? It would be fine if he didn't come to provoke him, otherwise he would have to teach them how to write the word "regret".

Without saying hello to Xiaoyao and her friends, Tang Ping turned around and left after Xiong Zi and others left.

Wang Jiefang, who left with him in silence, looked at Tang Ping's back as if he was respecting the gods. Now, he seemed to understand why his cousin Wang Husheng followed Tang Ping.

However, the next night, when Tang Ping came to the SD bar, he found that Zhang Xixi's boyfriend Gu Ju and a group of people were waiting for him, saying that he wanted to thank him.

In fact, to put it bluntly, they were shocked by Tang Ping's kung fu and his fierce and domineering aura last night, and wanted to make friends with Tang Ping, the ideal master.

Tang Ping, who had responded calmly and casually for a few words, ordered Xiaoyao to greet them and politely told them that they were good to drink, and then turned around and went to the stairs. He had no time to deal with these second-generation ancestors.

However, after they left, a young man nicknamed "Xiaomei" came back and came to Tang Ping, introduced himself to Gao Xiang. When he saw Tang Ping, he swears and drew a clear line with Gu Ju and the others: "Brother Dog, I am different from them. I know that if it weren't for your skill, they might not be able to see you, and you would also look down on them in your bones."

"What about you? You came back to find me for my skill?" Tang Ping asked with a faint smile without comment.

Gao Xiang said nervously without answering the question: "Brother Dog, do you mind if I hang out with you?"

"Follow me? Want to learn kung fu from me?" Tang Ping asked with a light eyebrows, then shook his head and smiled: "I don't think you can help me with anything. I don't feel at ease if I don't know the roots."

Looking at Gao Xiang, who was a little silent when he heard the voice, Tang Ping smiled lightly and continued: "Young man, don't think about how to do anything. We have met you, just make friends. You should also go back and think carefully. If you are willing to hang out with me when the time is right, I will say it then."

What Tang Ping needs is a person who can truly trust and capable people, and Gao Xiang is still a little bit short of his intention. Tang Ping didn't have the intention to slowly train him so that he could be loyal to himself in the future.

The night became darker. Tang Ping, who returned to the restaurant for a midnight snack, came to Uncle Sun's residence. Since Cao Jianjia left, he often came here, which was quiet and allowed him to practice boxing without distraction and think about some things quietly.

However, tonight, he, who had just approached Mr. Sun's residence, noticed that someone was inside the house, and the door was also hidden. A thief was in. Obviously not! Because the people inside were unusual, Tang Ping felt a fierce and hostile aura that was not something that ordinary people could possess. There was also the smell of wine, which seemed to be the best Zhuyeqing.

Tang Ping, who probably guessed who the person inside was, pushed open the door and walked in, and then felt a chill that he felt as if he was hitting his body, almost instinctively avoiding the man behind him.

"Huh?" The man who was a little surprised that Tang Ping could dodge. After a startled exclamation, he immediately took action and became more and more fierce.

Almost at the same time, Tang Ping also took action. His punch was like a cannon popping out of the chamber. The low sound of the air burst suddenly made the person who took action and the person sitting on the purple bamboo rattan chair in the house change slightly.

Peng..., who forced his opponent back with one punch, also took a step back, and then he still clearly saw the other person's appearance in the dim room. He was bald, had no eyebrows, and his eyes were like a viper, and he was as fierce as a viper. Although he was 1.9 meters tall, Tang Ping still saw the conspicuous red lotus tattoo on his head at a glance. With the largest red lotus as the center, the red lotus that looked indescribable spread out, looking very strange and strange.

At the same time, as the street lights pass through the window, Tang Ping also saw a slender white hand on the gently shaking purple bamboo rattan chair, which was very beautiful and exquisite, like a carved ivory. There was a red rope tied to the wrist. One end of the red rope was a very quaint wine gourd, which was green, and it was the blue green color of a green mountain sword. The green wine gourd was hanging in the air a few inches away from the snow-white wrist.

However, when Tang Ping forced the burly bald head back with a punch, the shaking purple bamboo rattan chair stopped, and the white jade hand also grabbed the wine gourd.

"It's worthy of being trained by Mr. Sun. His kung fu is good. Unfortunately, no matter how good the kung fu is, he is just a reckless man." The woman lying on the rattan chair sat up, and the scarlet ray on her lips was like the most moving top-grade rouge, as red as blood.

Tang Ping looked at her with a stunning look, and then smiled without saying a word: "No matter how powerful a woman is, she is just a woman."

"Since you said I am a reckless man, I will let you see the power of reckless man today." After saying that, Tang Ping ignored the change of the woman's expression. With a illusion of figure, he rushed straight to the woman, which immediately caused the burly bald man to come forward to stop him.

The woman stood up flexibly and dodged, and the burly bald head also came close to block Tang Ping. Then in the small room there was a burst of fists and the sound of wind rushing and swinging.

Looking at Tang Ping and the burly bald head fighting, the woman started drinking without any haste, and then squinted her eyes and looked at Tang Ping...

Pu... Finally, he resisted Tang Ping's burly bald head who had all his strength and punched, couldn't help but bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and then he kept saying: "Go quickly!"

Hearing the anxious shouts of the burly bald head, the woman who had quietly retreated to the door didn't bother to drink and turned around without hesitation.

Almost as the woman left Uncle Sun's residence, the burly bald figure also flew backwards from the house. She spurted blood and fell to the ground in a mess. When she struggled to get up, Tang Ping was already passing by him like a gust of wind...

Inside the car, the woman had already gotten into the driver's seat and started the car, and Tang Ping also opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in.

Almost at the same time, a hard and cold thing pressed against Tang Ping's waist, and the woman was holding a black pistol in her hand.

"It's worthy of being Zhu Yeqing, who makes men afraid and hate, is indeed not a good person," Tang Ping, who was pointed at the waist by her gun, had no fear at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "You said, after you fired this shot, can I still break your neck?"

"You can try," the woman said coldly, her beautiful eyes narrowed to a dangerous curve, and her red lips became more and more charming.
Chapter completed!