Urban magic doctor

"Damn it, isn't that Brother Zeng Zihanghang? Why did he get started with someone?"

"Which blind guy dares to provoke Brother Hang? Aren't you afraid of being kicked to death? You really don't know how to live or die."

"After playing in Shangfeng Bar for so many years, I have only heard the legend of Brother Hang. Today I can finally see him take action with my own eyes. I hope his opponent is not too good, otherwise it will be too boring to be killed instantly."

The regulars of Shang Feng Bar had heard about Zeng Zihang's prowess, and some new customers who didn't know why were also very interested in this battle after others explained it.

"Yes, if you can avoid me, you are indeed worthy of my attack."

Zeng Zihang looked at Chen Yang with a solemn expression on his face, truly treating Chen Yang as his opponent.

However, Chen Yang smiled lightly, stared at Zeng Zihang's legs, and then said: "You buckled your legs inwards. When you took off your legs just now, the toes of your left foot turned outwards involuntarily. You and Dongshan's Zhang Yaoyuan are... what relationship?"

Hearing this, Zeng Zihang was shocked.

After just a brief confrontation, Chen Yang discovered his characteristics and told his origin. This observation ability was by no means ordinary.

With a solemn look on his face, he cupped his hands towards Chen Yang and said, "My master is Zhang Yaoyuan. Could it be that after all, you are my junior brother?"

In the martial arts world, although the masters are different, in terms of seniority, people of the same generation also call each other senior brothers.

So when Zeng Zihang saw that Chen Yang was young and recognized his origin, he guessed that Chen Yang's master might be related to Zhang Yaoyuan.

In this case, he would have to call Chen Yang Junior Brother.

However, Chen Yang shook his head and said to Zeng Zihang with a smile: "You are so brave, you actually dare to call me junior brother. If calculated in terms of seniority, you are my junior nephew. My junior nephew openly attacked my junior uncle. This But it’s disrespectful.”

"How dare you take advantage of me!"

After hearing what Chen Yang said, Zeng Zihang became furious and violently attacked Chen Yang again.

Chen Yang is only in his early twenties, how can he be an elder.

In Zeng Zihang's opinion, Chen Yang's words were clearly teasing and insulting him.

This time, Zeng Zihang showed no mercy. After all, it involved the honor of his sect, and he had to teach Chen Yang a painful lesson, otherwise others would look down on him and Zhang Yaoyuan's disciples in the future.

Zeng Zihang rushed forward with a lunge, his right leg seemed to be equipped with a spring, and he kicked towards Chen Yang.

Seeing this, Qiao Jie, Qiu Pin and others all laughed secretly.

Qiu Pin said coldly: "Chen Yang actually dares to take advantage of Zeng Zihang. Zeng Zihang will definitely not let him off lightly. He is in a terrible situation now."

Qiao Jie said with a proud smile: "He thinks he has some strength and is invincible. He is simply a frog in the well. Zeng Zihang will knock him out later, and I will give him a good beating. This kid actually dared to threaten me just now Drinking, fuck me."

At this moment, Qiao Jie and others all had the same thought, that is, they would beat up the drowned dog later.

I saw that the power and speed of Zeng Zihang's kick far exceeded that of his just now. It was obvious that he was really serious about it now.

His flick of the leg was like a scythe harvesting life in the dark bar, which was frightening.

However, this kick failed.

"The speed is too slow and the force is not stable enough."

Chen Yang turned to one side and easily dodged Zeng Zihang's attack. With a faint smile on his face, he dodged very gracefully.

And in the process of dodging, he also pointed out Zeng Zihang's shortcomings.

"Stop pretending and fight me head-on if you have the guts."

Zeng Zihang was so angry that he gritted his teeth, shouted, and continued to attack Chen Yang. His legs were as if they were equipped with engines, and he kicked towards Chen Yang in a whooshing way, which was so dizzying.

However, no matter how ferocious his attacks were, Chen Yang dodged them all, not even touching the corner of Chen Yang's clothes.

What made him feel even more aggrieved was that Chen Yang still had the leisure to constantly point out his shortcomings.

"When attacking with your left leg, keep your right leg firmly on the ground and use your waist to exert force."

"You have inherited Zhang Yaoyuan's shortcomings. When you retract your legs, your front feet should touch the ground first. Only in this way can you exert force and attack continuously quickly."

"I really don't know how Zhang Yaoyuan taught you. The seventy-two way leg kick is indeed a leg skill, but your hands will not be idle. You have to find a way to use any part of your body to attack."

Chen Yang kept talking, but found that Zeng Zihang's seventy-two-way elastic leg had too many flaws. He didn't bother to point it out anymore. He stepped back, distanced himself from Zeng Zihang, frowned and said, "Don't talk about you when you go out from now on." You are using the 72-way leg kick. With your level of accomplishment, you are simply disgraced by the 72-way leg kick."

Everyone looked surprised when they saw that Zeng Zihang didn't hit Chen Yang with his kick. Some people even began to wonder whether the rumors were true or not. Maybe Zeng Zihang wasn't that powerful.

But those attacks by Zeng Zihang just now were indeed fast and fierce. If it were anyone else, they would definitely not be able to dodge them.

This can only mean one thing. The young man opposite Zeng Zihang is a master, maybe even better than Zeng Zihang.

Coming to this conclusion, everyone in the bar looked horrified and some couldn't believe it.

When did masters become such commonplaces?

The one who was most shocked was definitely Qiao Jie, because as a member of the Qiao family, he knew better than others how powerful Zeng Zihang was.

Qiu Pin frowned and said, "Brother Jie, what's going on? Did Zeng Zihang not exert his full strength?"

"have no idea."

Qiao Jie shook his head, turned his eyes and shouted towards Zeng Zihang: "Brother Hang, this kid dares to humiliate you, and just now he insulted the Qiao family. You go out with all your strength. No matter what happens, the Qiao family will take care of you." .”

Qiao Jie wanted to provoke Zeng Zihang to kill him, but Zeng Zihang didn't know his intention.

But even if you really want to kill someone, you have to have that strength.

Zeng Zihang's face was livid at the moment, staring at Chen Yang without saying a word. During the previous fight, he had already discovered that Chen Yang's strength was unfathomable, which made him feel very unsure.

However, he still had a sense of arrogance in his heart and said to Chen Yang: "Young man, you are very powerful. If you have the ability to defeat me, I, Zeng Zihang, will obey you."

"Are you still being tough in front of your uncle?"

Chen Yang chuckled lightly, put his hands behind his back, and said, "In that case, I will let you see the real seventy-two way leg kick."

What, he can also bounce his legs in the 72nd way!

Zeng Zihang's expression changed, with an expression of surprise on his face, and he thought to himself, could this young man really be his uncle?

As a martial arts practitioner, Zeng Zihang was already accustomed to calling people in their teens and 20s as uncle.

But he couldn't believe that someone he met randomly in a bar could be his uncle.

But if Chen Yang really knew how to play the seventy-two steps and inherited the same lineage of masters, then he would not just be called a master uncle based on his seniority, but he would be a real master uncle.

With a solemn look on his face, he rushed towards Chen Yang and shouted: "Come on, do it, I want to see how powerful your seventy-two-way spring leg is."