Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

Qing City is an ancient city with hundreds of years of history. Some old residential areas are well-preserved ancient buildings.

The martial arts training ground that Jiang Zhiyue and his team found was in such an ancient building. Tan Zhaofeng, Huang Yuejun and Zhong Liqun stood in front of a vermilion gate, which looked very solemn and solemn. The copper rust on the door knocker told the vicissitudes of time.

The three of them looked at each other, pushed the door resolutely and walked into the martial arts training ground. What caught their eyes was the spacious courtyard covered with bluestone slabs, and a few strands of tenacious green grass emerged from the gaps between the slabs.

The walls around were hung with various weapons, and swords, spears, swords and halberds flashed cold light in the sun. In the center of the courtyard, a huge stone lion squatted majestically, as if guarding this holy land of martial arts. At this time, the breeze blew gently, lifting a few fallen leaves in the corner of the courtyard.

The three walked into the martial arts training ground with firm steps. Huang Yuejun's expressionless face was calm at this time, but his eyes were bright and sharp, staring at the people who were practicing in the martial arts field.

Although he was only wearing the common loose sportswear, the corners of his clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, but his muscles were tense, revealing a momentum that should not be underestimated.

The ten or so people in the martial arts field looked at the three men who came aggressively, and greeted them with a heavy look. The leader was about 35 years old, with a square face, plain features, but a burly figure, and his eyes were calm and confident.

His bronze skin was gleaming in the sun, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but it did not affect his majestic expression at all. He folded his hands across his chest and quietly looked at Huang Yuejun, Tan Zhaofeng and Zhong Liqun, who came uninvited.

There was a huge disparity in the number of people on both sides, but the momentum of three people against more than ten people was not different. Their eyes intertwined, their eyes were drawn, and the muscles of each person began to collapse. The battle was about to start!

"Dear seniors, we got the news from our friends and came here to see it out of curiosity. We are not here to challenge. Don't be so nervous." Tan Zhaofeng cleared his throat and explained before the battle.

The leader stared at Tan Zhaofeng who was speaking with eagle eyes. People who practice martial arts can judge the details of the other party from the lines of a person's body. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Tan Zhaofeng with a sharper look.

The three people in front of him were tall and full of momentum. The muscles on their bodies were all showing that they were all martial artists. The person who spoke should have been exposed to martial arts since childhood, and his family background is relatively deep.

"Our martial arts training ground is open to the public. We teach some junior students, mainly to strengthen their bodies. We do not accept fighting." The leading man said in a cold tone.

"Senior, you are too polite. Your martial arts training ground has been around for hundreds of years. There must be masters. It is normal for us martial artists to learn from each other. There is no fighting." Tan Zhaofeng continued to say politely.

"Brother Wu, don't talk so much to them. Send them out quickly." A person in the martial arts training ground whispered in the ear of the leading man.

Zhong Liqun looked at them without blinking, and his lips opened and closed without missing a single word. He saw everything he said!

"We don't welcome outsiders. Please leave." The man's tone suddenly became cold and hard and said to the three people.

"Hey, what's going on in your martial arts training ground? Martial arts have always been about people learning from each other and fighting with each other. You guys are not in line with the spirit of martial arts inheritance, or are you doing something big?" Zhong Liqun immediately got angry and took a few steps forward, ready to rush up and fight them directly.

Huang Yuejun pulled Zhong Liqun. He didn't say anything, but there was a puzzled expression in his eyes, and he agreed with Zhong Liqun's words.

When the people in the martial arts training ground heard this, everyone froze for a moment, but soon relaxed again. It was just a matter of a moment, and you wouldn't notice it if you didn't pay attention. Of course, all of this didn't escape the eyes of Zhong Liqun and the other two.

"We are just still teaching classes, and we don't want to affect the students' learning. Fighting has been strictly prohibited now, and if we fight every person who comes to our door, it will be too much." The leading man explained in a slightly more relaxed tone.

"Senior, we really came to see you. When we saw you, we thought it would be great if we had a chance to spar with each other. Please arrange a sparring match with me. I think it will be a good thing for both of us." Tan Zhaofeng said sincerely.

The leading man frowned, and there was a struggle in his eyes. The people behind him had complicated expressions, and their eyes staring at the three people were even more fierce. Perhaps they knew that the three people in front of them were not easy to deal with, and they would not give up until they achieved their goals.

"Okay, today we will make friends with you. We can send someone to fight one of you." The leading man said.

"Don't be, senior, we are here. One game and three games are the same. Fighting one game is also fighting. It's better to fight three games, so that everyone can summarize." Tan Zhaofeng used the words he learned in the training camp to continue to talk to people.

The leading man stared at Tan Zhaofeng intently, and unconsciously clenched his fists, looking like he was going to give him a beating.

But he had to agree to them. Now is a critical moment, and nothing can happen.

Tan Zhaofeng grinned at Zhong Liqun and Huang Yuejun, and started to make arrangements excitedly: "Old Huang, you go first, Old Zhong, you go last."

Zhong Liqun and Huang Yuejun nodded.

Huang Yuejun took the lead and stood there straight, looking over there. Quietly waiting for his opponent.

On the other side of the martial arts training ground, a young man of medium height and strong body was sent out. He had a very authentic Asian face. Because he had been practicing martial arts for many years, he looked very capable!

Huang Yuejun took the lead and took a step forward. The wind of his fist whistled out, and the veins on his arms bulged, as if all the strength of his body was gathered in this punch.

The man in the martial arts training ground dodged sideways and easily dodged. Then he grabbed the opponent with a backhand and resolved the opponent's attack. His movements were smooth and smooth, and his clothes fluttered, showing his style.

The man in the martial arts training ground did not continue to block but not attack. After resolving Huang Yuejun's first attack, he immediately made a move, kicked up and kicked Zhong Liqun in the face.

His eyes were full of violence, and this kick brought a whistling sound. At this moment, the sun seemed to be stronger, illuminating the martial arts training ground.