Ghost Valley descendants in the city

() The two of you go together!

Look at this, really fucking!

You know, this is not at Huaqing University, and these people are not street hooligans. This is the National Security Bureau. They are all soldiers, and they are the most SE soldiers.

But Zhong Yiming faced the two soldiers, not only did not feel the slightest fear, but also provoked. This bold and fat is really speechless, admiring the extreme.

Yang Hu, one meter eight meters. Although wearing a military uniform, although he can't see the muscle lines, he will give people a heavy and depressed feeling to that stop, which makes people dare not despise it.

His facial features are as good as a knife, with a clear edges on his face, his eyes are bright and bright, and a strong masculine air is transparent, which can be called a typical oriental beauty man.

If you put on a casual dress and walk around the street, you will definitely kill a lot of young women, and cause countless loli, cute sister, and Yu sister to scream loudly.

Yang Hu's appearance is not worth mentioning in Zhong Yiming's eyes. He always thinks that he is the most handsome.

"The guy is very arrogant!" The middle -aged man was named Wang Yang, the director of the Huaxia National Security Bureau. He was stunned by Zhong Yiming for a long time, and then a strong smile on his face.

Zhong Yiming didn't speak, but the God sees on his face became colder and cold, as if he was brewing.

"Let's play the martial arts hall, Yang Hu, you have a few tricks with him!" Wang Yang stood up and said with a smile.

Wang Yang's man is relatively high. It looks like a little more than one meter, and there is no muscle existence on his body.

Then, then

"I won't try it with him!" Yang Hu turned his head and looked at Zhong Yiming expressionlessly, saying disdain.

"Why?" Wang Yang puzzled.

Yang Hu looked at Zhong Yiming again and said faintly: "Because he is a fool!"

Wang Yang heard the words, and Zhong Yiming's face SE became colder.

I saw Zhong Yiming jumping up, a shadow flashed in the field, and his knees came to Yang Hu's chest. As soldiers, he was very keen about the danger.

I got my chest.

Bang!

A huge force spread all over Yang Hu's whole body, and he felt that he was hit by a tank, and finally smashed it on the wall behind him.

Zhong Yiming fell to the ground, and a crack like a finger -like thickness was cracked under his feet. Although Zhong Yiming had fallen to the ground, he even put on a weird posture, like a tiger that was about to fly out of his head.

Then, then

On the side, Wang Yang looked at the scene in front of him, and a touch of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a shocked Se.

Yang Hu looked at Zhong Yiming in surprise, and then rushed to Zhong Yiming angrily. He was going to lie down fiercely in the shameless guy in front of him, letting him know how shameless the attack was.

Zhong Yiming's feet bounced on the ground, and the gravel splashed, like a tiger down the mountain and fluttered at Yang Hu.

"Enough!" Just when the two were about to collide together, Wang Yang's figure flashed to the middle of the two.

Wang Yang resisted Zhong Yiming's palm with one hand, and his hands against Yang Hu's fist. If the two of them were hard, they must not move forward.

Zhong Yiming was extremely shocked. He had only encountered this kind of situation with Mr. Li. He didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary director in front of him was actually a super master.

Zhong Yiming was a little unconvinced. He closed his palm and turned into a fist, suddenly hitting Wang Yang's left palm.

Bang!

Zhong Yiming took five or six steps back before he stopped, but Wang Yang didn't move at all. His other hand was still pressed on Yang Hu's fist.

He was stunned and looked at Wang Yang in shock.

There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. Every mountain is higher than the next.

Zhong Yiming deeply understood the meaning of these two sentences.

"I wanted to go to the martial arts hall to fight, but I started messing around in my office!"

Wang Yang glanced at the two people, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhong Yiming, and said with a straight face: "These white tiles cost twelve yuan a piece, and you crushed five of them, the total is sixty yuan, and then

Including the labor fee of forty, the total is one hundred yuan. You can go to the logistics office and pay the money later!"

Zhong Yiming was stunned for a while. He didn't expect that a dignified director would settle such an account with him.

Stingy! Too stingy!

"That's outrageous. Come on, follow me to the martial arts hall!" Wang Yang glared at the two of them fiercely, pushed open the office door and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the office, Wang Yang violently rubbed his left and right sides.

"This kid is so cruel." Wang Yang said with a wry smile in his heart.

"Huh!" Yang Hu glared at Zhong Yiming fiercely, snorted coldly, and walked out. Zhong Yiming shrugged helplessly and followed the two of them.

After walking through a long corridor and passing through a heavy metal door, the three of them arrived in a room of several thousand square meters.

In this room, there are many shirtless people wearing camouflage military pants training. Against the wall of the room, there are several weapon racks, knives, guns, sticks, swords, swords, halberds, axes, and axes.

There are all kinds of weapons.

Obviously, this is the martial arts performance hall that Wang Yang mentioned.

Perhaps because of Wang Yang, as soon as the three of them came in, everyone else focused their attention.

"The space here is spacious, you can start!" Wang Yang turned around and said to the two of them.

"The rules are very simple. Fight with bare hands until the point is reached, but you must try your best!" Wang Yang walked to a chair near the wall and sat down on it, and said.

According to the information collected previously, Zhong Yiming only knows one type of Sun style Tai Chi, but what he just used was obviously not this kind of boxing, so Wang Yang is looking forward to Zhong Yiming's next performance.

"Who is this kid? He dares to compete with Brother Tiger!"

"I heard that he was the one who competed with that Beigong guy from the island country!"

"This kid should have some skills, otherwise the director wouldn't come here in person!"

"..."

Hearing Wang Yang's words, there was a discussion in the martial arts hall. Most people supported Yang Hu. From this, Yang Hu still has a certain degree of prestige in this department.

"How about I bet the Browning from World War II on your m500 revolver? Do you dare to come?"

"Just bet, no matter who you are afraid of!"

Many people made bets on this competition, with bets ranging from big to small. Some were betting on cigarettes, some were betting on treating guests to dinner, and some were even betting on their own collection of guns.

"Can we start?" Yang Hu said to Zhong Yiming. Yang Hu felt extremely aggrieved when Zhong Yiming kicked his knee into the air before. Now he wants to get his place back.

"You can do it at any time!" After saying this, Zhong Yiming crouched down.

Zhong Yiming stood on his toes, with his heels raised high and his feet moving forward and back. His upper body was stretched forward, with his abdomen pressed on his knees.

Zhong Yiming's posture is like a cheetah ready to attack. As soon as the prey appears, he can swoop up and deliver a fatal blow.

"Holy crap! What kind of trouble is this guy going to make?"

"Look at this posture, it looks very awesome!"

"It's interesting. It seems Brother Tiger is a little hung up!"

"..."

Zhong Yiming's posture caused a burst of discussion among the onlookers, and Wang Yang on the side also stared at Zhong Yiming closely, as if he wanted to see through something.

Yang Hu did not pose. He is a soldier, not a fighter. He practices many types of boxing, including enemy catching boxing, capturing boxing, Baji boxing, grappling hand and the third and fourth sets of military body boxing.

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Military boxing focuses on lethality and defeating the enemy with one move, without any flashy tricks.

Of course, if you think Zhong Yiming is just showing off, then you have completely lost.

Zhong Yiming's toes suddenly kicked on the ground, and his whole body turned into a black shadow and rushed forward. He turned his palms into claws, grabbing Yang Hu's neck with one hand, and grabbed Yang Hu's heart with the other.

These two positions are the weakest parts of the human body, and Zhong Yiming also strives to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Zhong Yiming's speed was quite fast, and Yang Hu's reaction was not slow at all. Just as Zhong Yiming flew over, he moved slightly to the side, and then grabbed Zhong Yiming's shoulder joints with both hands.

Just as Yang Hu moved to the side and stretched out his hands, Zhong Yiming sneered, and then his pair of iron-like hands grabbed Yang Hu's wrists, and his feet were facing Yang Hu's.

Kicked in the abdomen.

"ah!"

Yang Hu grabbed Zhong Yiming's wrist, shouted loudly, and violently swung Zhong Yiming up. After spinning him a few times, he slammed Zhong Yiming to the ground.

Zhong Yiming used a thousand-jin pendant to remove the force from Yang Hu's hand and landed steadily on the ground.

Wang Yang, who was sitting not far away, had a look of amazement on his face and kept nodding.

Zhong Yiming licked his chapped lips, flew up again, bent his knees and pushed against Yang Hu's chest.

When he was in the office before, Yang Hu suffered a big loss from this move. Yang Hu would not fall twice in the same place. Yang Hu sneered. He did not choose to avoid it, but chose to confront him head-on.

Yang Hu raised his leg and kicked Zhong Yiming's raised leg.

Bang!

Zhong Yiming's knees hit the opponent's feet. Yang Hu quickly stepped backwards, and Zhong Yiming also fell to the ground.

Zhong Yiming's toes touched the ground, and his body rushed forward quickly. He made a fist with his palm, raised his fist, and smashed Yang Hu's head.

Yang Hu, who had not yet stabilized his body, could not avoid it at all. In desperation, he could only raise his fist and fight with Zhong Yiming.

Boom!

Yang Hu's fist deformed instantly, and his entire arm was dislocated, hanging limply on one side. Zhong Yiming's powerful force made him fly back seven or eight meters, and finally hit the wall heavily before landing.

Got to the ground.

"puff!"

As soon as it fell on the ground, Yang Hu's mouth rushed out a lot of blood, and his pale face became a red red.

Zhong Yiming took a few steps back. After stabilizing his body, he dumped his right hand with great pain.

"Brother Tiger!"

Those who watched the onlookers quickly ran over to support Yang Hu, and at the same time stared at Zhong Yiming with a bad face.