The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

"How's it going? Does that kid have any real skills?"

As soon as Li Chengguo came back, he was called by Xue Wanshan.

"...have."

Li Chengguo nodded speechlessly.

He is not worried about whether Zhao Yan has real skills now.

But I'm worried about whether those police officers will lose their mentality if they continue to practice like this.

"Haha, that's good! I knew I wouldn't see the wrong person."

Hearing this, Xue Wanshan laughed heartily, with a hint of complacency in his tone.

"..."

Looking at the proud Xue Wanshan, Li Chengguo opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

Did you see the wrong person?

hehe.

Those police officers didn't know if they would greet the chief secretly.

...

Time flies quickly, and a few days pass in the blink of an eye.

"This man is so hateful!"

Cheng Zilan was wearing shorts and a vest, leaning on the sofa, and suddenly shouted angrily.

Zhao Yan remained calm, looking away from those long, white and smooth legs, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"This man actually said that those who practice Chinese martial arts are all fools, and that traditional martial arts are rubbish, and he asked everyone to learn karate!"

Cheng Zilan was filled with indignation and handed over the phone.

Zhao Yan clicked on the video.

I saw a man in Japanese costume sitting on the ground, speaking in fluent Chinese.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Hengyi. I never believe those liars. The traditional Chinese martial arts are just a show. I don't know how stupid people would believe it. Facts have proved that I am right. Chinese martial arts are all It’s rubbish, we karate are the actual kings!”

Next, with an extremely arrogant attitude, the man said that traditional martial arts were worthless, using various insulting words during the process.

Read the comments again.

"Well said! Thumbs up!"

"It's really rubbish. As a Chinese, I'm sorry!"

"Karate is really awesome."

After only reading a few comments with many likes, Zhao Yan turned off the video with a cold expression.

He didn't expect that it was the 21st century and there were so many weird things.

The man who posted the video appears to be from China.

Wearing the clothes of the Japanese country, he was still talking wildly here, and his buttocks were crooked to some extent.

Really, damn it.

...

"Old Li, we can't just let this matter go!"

In the hospital, several students surrounded Li Yuan, filled with indignation.

Their injuries are almost healed.

Thinking about what happened before, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

"Yes, we paid the money and we are also students of the martial arts gym. But the gym owner didn't save us. It's simply a lack of martial ethics!"

"What do you want to do?" Li Yuan looked around and asked slowly.

"Refund! Apologize!"

"Yes, refund the money and apologize. Chinese martial arts are all lies. We are all victims."

The students quickly came to a consensus. The matter of Grandmaster Ma had caused an uproar. Those who didn't believe in martial arts in the first place didn't believe it even more.

"Isn't it too cheap for them to just refund the money and apologize?" Li Yuan suddenly said.

He smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, I know a few people on the road. Each one of them is better than the other. As long as you have money, you can hire them. Don't you want to take revenge?"

Hearing this, the students' hearts moved.

revenge? Of course I did!

"How much money is needed? Let's all come together! I want revenge!" Some students quickly changed their minds.

"agree!"

"..."

Seeing that everyone agreed, Li Yuan felt happy and said calmly: "Okay, everyone give me the money and I will contact you."

For this order, the commission will surely be large, right?

One of his cousins ​​was on the road, and by chance, the two got in touch.

Later, Li Yuan introduced some businesses to his cousin from time to time, and then received commission, which was considered as extra money.

...

"Old fellows, today we will continue to compete in martial arts gyms. I deeply hate these martial arts gyms that use the guise of Chinese martial arts to deceive the public. So I will fight every one I see!"

Yang Dalong runs a Taekwondo class. Ever since Master Ma collapsed in his house a few days ago, he has had a change of heart.

Since the most famous Grandmaster Ma is a fake, aren’t other martial arts schools very fake?

So with a tentative attitude, he chose a martial arts gym and came to practice.

What he didn't expect was that the other party was also a showman.

Just a simple side kick defeated the opponent.

So he started the live broadcast with confidence and visited five martial arts gyms in a row.

"Oh, I didn't see it."

"666, anchor, teach these liars a lesson!"

"I wonder which martial arts school is so unlucky."

“Looking forward to the anchor’s six consecutive wins.”

The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled rapidly, and there were countless gifts.

When Yang Dalong saw this, he was very happy.

Now he has 100,000 fans, and he will play a few more to stabilize his popularity.

You can choose to live stream the goods.

After all, the end of the universe is to bring goods, and playing in the gym every day is not a long-term solution.

Thinking of this, Yang Dalong felt countless bills flying towards him.

"Okay, brothers, let's go to this Lin's Martial Arts School!"

Yang Dalong stood in front of the martial arts gym and asked his assistant to pat the door.

Then he opened the door and walked in.

"Damn it, brothers, there are no people in this martial arts gym, it seems business is not good."

Yang Dalong glanced at it and felt relieved.

He likes this kind of small martial arts studio the most, and there is usually no risk.

"Let's break up. The anchor wins again."

"It's boring. It's just a few moves every time. It's not very enjoyable to watch."

"That's it, can the anchor find someone better?"

"Is there any powerful martial arts school? Grandmaster Ma has done it."

"..."

The water friends looked at the empty martial arts hall and instantly lost interest.

How can you expect a powerful master from a martial arts school like this that is about to close down?

Or maybe, there are no so-called masters in Chinese martial arts schools.

"Who are you looking for?"

At this moment, a young voice came.

Yang Dalong turned his head and saw a young man wearing casual clothes, with a handsome face and a tall figure standing not far away.

"Little brother, are you from this martial arts school?"

"Yes, who are you?" Zhao Yan looked at the man with some confusion.

The man in front of me has a rough face and a rough look. He doesn't look like a good person.

"I'm a host. I'm here today to ask you about the martial arts skills in your martial arts school. Please let your management come out."

Yang Dalong pointed to the mobile phone held by the assistant beside him and smiled relaxedly.

"I'm in charge. But I don't accept your challenge."

Zhao Yan revealed his identity. Although this martial arts gym did not belong to him, he could still make the decision.

As for the challenge, forget it. Firstly, he was in a bad mood, and secondly, he was afraid of beating someone to death.

Hearing this, Yang Dalong smiled.

"Why don't you accept it? Are you afraid of losing?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."

"Hahaha, little brother, you are so funny."

When Yang Dalong heard this, he bent down with a smile.

Friends in the live broadcast room were also amused by Zhao Yan.

"Haha, this guy is too funny. If you don't dare, don't dare. What nonsense?"

"Coward."

"What a pity for such a handsome little brother."

The popularity of the live broadcast room is growing at a rapid rate.

The assistant winked and signaled Yang Dalong to continue.