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Du Tian saw Wang Pengyu let go of his palm and the strange aura dissipated. When he looked back, he saw Wang Pengyu's face was pale and dripping with sweat. He couldn't help being surprised and asked anxiously: "Ayu, are you okay?"

Wang Pengyu waved his hand slightly and said with a forced smile: "Fortunately, I just used up too much internal energy.

He wiped his forehead with his sleeve and said with a straight face: "Du Tian, ​​you must remember what I say now!"

When Du Tian saw Wang Pengyu's serious expression, his heart trembled, and he nodded and said, "Ayu, please tell me."

"You will have a great disaster when you are thirty-nine years old. I will give you eight words, 'When you meet water, you live; when you meet fire, you die'!"

Wang Pengyu had just felt Du Tian's bones and found out at the end of the thirteenth vertebra (House. Fastest update.) that the five elements of this vertebra lacked water, and the fire evil spirit was extremely strong, and it looked like a burning fire, so he gave it to Du Tian.

Whether he can grasp such a sentence is beyond his control.

Du Tian's face changed slightly, and just as he was about to ask in detail, Wang Pengyu said again: "You don't need to ask, too many secrets have been leaked, which is not good for you or me. Your destiny may change again, so remember these eight

The words are ready."

Du Tian said seriously: "I remember!"

Wang Pengyu nodded and said: "Okay, I'll give you a hundred yuan."

Seeing Du Tian's stunned look, he added: "This is the rule of fortune tellers."

Du Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to take out a "four heads" and handed it to Wang Pengyu.

Wang Pengyu took the money and then said: "You stay here with Xiaorou, I'll go back and take a rest first."

Du Tian naturally refused. However, knowing that Wang Pengyu had exhausted most of his internal energy and needed to go back to meditate and rest, he did not leave Wang Pengyu to eat, so he immediately drove him home.

When he got home, Wang Chengyuan had already prepared a meal. Wang Pengyu ate some randomly, then returned to his room to practice breathing and restore his magic power.

When Wang Pengyu was touching Du Tian's bones, Wang Pengyu woke up. The magic pestle was no longer there. Tao Xue had auspicious weapons to protect her body, but the Liu sisters did not. It seemed that they were favoring one over the other. It seemed that they had to try to find a few more auspicious weapons. Give them to Liu Yuqian and the others, just in case.

If something unexpected happens, you can protect yourself.

However, the auspicious weapon is rare and requires opportunity to obtain it. If you want to sacrifice it yourself, it will not only consume precious materials, but also require a long time to cultivate. Success depends more on luck, so Wang Pengyu gave the black tiger some blood. It consumes mana.

I drew a few amulets and gave them to the Liu sisters when I have time. Although they are not as powerful as auspicious tools, they are still better than nothing.) Some evil things cannot get close to them.

In addition, his parents and Liu Hailin and the others also had to go together. Wang Pengyu didn't know if Miao Jiang's Gu Master had any helpers, so it was better to be careful.

Although the man was said to be cultivating the evil Nine Sons Ghost Gu, even the Miao Jiang Gu masters couldn't tolerate them, but there were always some close friends.

Wang Pengyu sat cross-legged and vomited all day long, and took two Shiquan Dabu Pills to regain his mana. Just after he finished drawing the amulet, Zhang Jinglei called again.

"Didn't I come to her house for dinner tomorrow? Why did you call me now?" Wang Pengyu picked up the phone and asked, "What's going on?"

"Ayu, come on, the taekwondo people came to our martial arts gym to play, and they injured many people!" Zhang Jinglei shouted hurriedly.

Wang Pengyu couldn't understand for a moment and asked: "Aren't you a Taekwondo practitioner? What does it have to do with you if someone goes to a martial arts gym to play?"

Zhang Jinglei snorted: "It's not you! I was bullied so that I transferred to the martial arts gym, and all the sisters followed me, which led to them kicking the gym. Whether you come or not, I will go up if you don't come!"

Wang Pengyu sighed, she really relied on him for everything. Didn't he owe her a favor when he asked her to take him to the Wild City to save Du Tian?

He didn't bother to pay attention to the taekwondo dispute at the martial arts school, and said firmly: "I'm not going!" and then hung up the phone.

It's none of your business to open a martial arts gym if you plan for others to kick it out. If that's the case, you might as well just open your own martial arts gym.

Zhang Jinglei did not continue to call. Wang Pengyu leaned on the wooden bed and closed his eyes for a while. Today was Saturday. He planned to go to Liu Yuqian's house when she came back from vacation and give them the amulet. However, ten minutes later, the phone rang again.

Get up, it’s still Zhang Jinglei’s number.

Wang Pengyu shook his head and picked up the phone: "Why are you calling? I can't tell you."

What came on the phone was not Zhang Jinglei's voice, but another extremely anxious female voice: "Sister was knocked unconscious and her arms were dislocated. Come quickly!"

Wang Pengyu's expression changed and he said in a deep voice: "Is what you said true?"

"Why are you lying to me! We are at the Zhongxing Boxing Gym!" the woman said urgently.

Wang Pengyu knew Zhang Jinglei's temper, and if he didn't say so, she might go up and fight with others.

He couldn't help but secretly cursed, if someone who has been practicing showmanship for a few days just imitates others, isn't he looking for death?

Unknowingly, Wang Pengyu regarded Zhang Jinglei as his own woman. His woman was beaten, but he could still sit and watch the show, so he immediately drove the Land Rover and sped away to the Zhongxing Boxing Gym.

There are two imposing stone lions outside the Zhongxing Boxing Gym. The facade is spacious and the upper and lower floors are well decorated. Especially the gold-painted signboard above is particularly eye-catching. Perhaps because of this, Zhang Jinglei and other speedsters thought there was something here.

What a great effort, we all came here collectively.

Wang Pengyu couldn't help but cursed again. This guy has good medical skills and is also very good at acupuncture. Why is he so confused? Can martial arts be practiced just for appearance? If a martial arts school were bigger, Taekwondo wouldn't even be considered an overseas sect.

If you can't beat him in Kung Fu, why should you learn to open a martial arts gym?

He quickly walked into the martial arts hall and saw a huge ring in the middle of the lobby. There were many wooden stakes and stone locks around it. The floor was covered with wooden boards and blankets. It looked similar. A large group of people were surrounding the ring.

There was a middle-aged man wearing a white Muay Thai suit with a black belt on his waist, holding his hands on his chest and looking at the people below with a sneer.

Several girls surrounded Zhang Jinglei, their expressions were very anxious.

At this time, Zhang Jinglei had woken up. She was sitting on a wooden chair with a pale face, staring at the middle-aged man in the ring bitterly. Her arm seemed fine, but Wang Pengyu could tell that her arm was really off.

It's just a matter of picking it up.

Zhang Jinglei is a white-collar worker in the company. She did not inherit her grandfather's career as a doctor, but her medical skills are good and it is not difficult for her to recover dislocated bones.

In addition, there were five or six men wearing martial arts jackets who were covering their chests and grabbing their arms, staring at the middle-aged Taekwondo man. However, even the master of the martial arts hall was not his opponent and could only watch him helplessly.

Show off your power.

The middle-aged man in the ring did not speak. There were seven or eight men wearing Taekwondo uniforms below. One of them laughed and said: "Junior Sister Zhang, I think you should come back to our Ji Dao Hall. Our national martial arts and martial arts are all

You’re lying, how can you be so good at Taekwondo!”

Many people in the Zhongxing Martial Arts Hall showed resentment. One of them, a burly young man, finally couldn't help it. He suddenly jumped onto the ring and shouted sternly: "Let me do it!"

The middle-aged man with a black belt bowed slightly and saluted. The burly young man couldn't help shouting angrily. He quickly stepped forward and struck the opponent's heart with a black tiger move.

Wang Pengyu shook his head at the sight. The most important thing for a martial arts practitioner is to have a stable lower body. Otherwise, Wang Pengyu wouldn't have to stand in the Xingyi Sansana for several years before starting to practice the fighting style. This young man's steps are frivolous and he has never really practiced at all. He has grown taller.

If you are strong and impatient and attack the opponent, it will be strange if you don't lose.

Sure enough, a look of disdain appeared on the face of the middle-aged man with a black belt. He sidestepped and then suddenly kicked the burly young man in the neck. He actually kicked the young man two meters away and fell down with a bang.

On the wooden platform of the arena, he gritted his teeth and struggled but could not stand up.

The middle-aged man defeated the enemy with one move, and the Taekwondo people below became even more excited and started shouting. Several of them obviously had authentic Chinese accents.

The middle-aged man with a black belt suddenly spoke: "Your Chinese Kung Fu can only be used for filming and fooling others. The only real martial art is our Korean Taekwondo."

From his appearance, he couldn't tell whether the middle-aged man with a black belt was Chinese or Korean, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he knew he was Korean.

Wang Pengyu walked over with a gloomy face. Zhang Jinglei waited until she realized that Wang Pengyu had arrived at the martial arts gym. She stood up holding on to the wooden chair and was about to speak. Wang Pengyu saw an obvious footprint left by the clothes on her abdomen. Her expression became even more gloomy and she stretched out her hand to stop it.

Zhang Jinglei stopped, looked at the middle-aged man with a black belt and said coldly: "Who told you that Chinese martial arts can only be used for filming?"

The middle-aged man with a black belt looked at Wang Pengyu and said with a graceful smile: "Isn't it? Didn't your TV show that Chinese martial arts can fly over the walls and do anything? Why is no one my opponent? Even Bruce Lee also learned from our Taekwondo.

It’s just Kung Fu that makes it a little bit more powerful.”

Wang Pengyu snorted from his nostrils: "How dare an inferior boxing technique with a history of only a few decades be so arrogant!"

Zhang Jinglei finally had a chance to intervene and said bitterly: "Ayu, beat him up hard!"

Next to her, an old man wearing a black centipede suit coughed and said: "Little brother, our martial arts skills are not as good as others, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't go up, lest you get hurt by him, he's very serious!"

"This has nothing to do with the martial arts school." Wang Pengyu glanced at Zhang Jinglei, and his voice became cold, "The person who beat me still screamed in front of me, you are the first! Very good!"

He slowly walked onto the ring, with his hands behind his back, not paying attention to the middle-aged black belt man at all: "Come on, let me see what the so-called real Taekwondo skills are like!"

At this time, the middle-aged gangster also saw that Wang Pengyu had someone to rely on, otherwise he would not have dared to come up knowing that so many people had been knocked down by him. He spoke arrogantly, but he was still cautious in his heart. He bowed slightly to Wang Pengyu and then looked in his eyes.

The sharp light flashed, and with a "ha" sound, he kicked towards Wang Pengyu.

Chinese martial arts pays attention to courtesy. These Koreans have only learned superficial etiquette. They don’t understand what a hand gesture is and think that bending down is a sign of respect for the opponent.!~!

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