This is a spacious yard with flowers and a gentle breeze.

In the yard, the sun was shining brightly, and the middle-aged man looked at the little girl wielding her fist in dissatisfaction!

"Wrong, fool! This is not how the wolf fist is, there is no momentum at all. Wolf, wolf, do you know what a wolf is?"

"Dad...I...I don't know!" The little girl bit her lip, tears were already spinning in her eyes.

"Hmph, stop talking, look carefully, I will hit it for the last time, and how much I can learn depends on your understanding. Remember, step on the wolf fist, and the fierce intention of wielding the fist, and never stop until death!" The middle-aged man frowned, and under the sun, he waved his fist, and his fist was full of murderous intention!

"Oh!" The little girl with pink and jade carving looked at her stern father and punched the wolf fist over and over again, not daring to miss any details!

"This is the wolf fist, wolf, cruel and cunning, as fierce as a forest tiger, and what about you? Try me again!" After a set of punches, the middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat, his face was as pale as paper. His breath gradually became unstable, but he was still staring at the little girl sternly.

"Okay!" Although the little girl was wronged, she still waved her tender fists in the sunshine and hit them over and over again. She felt that she had clearly imitated her father's fists and steps exactly the same, but her father was still very dissatisfied...

Time has no trace, and the little girl grows up day by day, but the middle-aged man's body is thinner and he is tortured by illness all day long. Five years later, the little girl has become a graceful little girl, while the middle-aged man has become skinny and bone-skinned, as if he is breathing.

"Dad, how about my wolf fist?" It was still in this yard. The girl ended her fierce wolf fist with her eyes sharp and red, but when she saw the middle-aged man, her eyes softened.

"It's been five years, your wolf fist has finally taken shape. Haha, but the road to national martial arts is long, and I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the day you become a master!" The middle-aged man nodded and finally smiled with satisfaction, but then he kept coughing and even coughing blood.

"Dad, dad, what's wrong with you... Dad, don't scare me!"

"Xi'er, I've lived a long life in a few years. I'm very pleased to see that you have inherited my mantle. It's a pity that you are a girl after all!" The middle-aged man sighed.

"dad!"

"Okay, you go and have a rest first. I'll go to your second uncle's house for medical treatment..."

"Um."

However, no one expected that this scene would be the last time the two met. Yang Xi waited around the house without waiting for his father, so he ran to his second uncle's house. However, he did not expect that he learned from his second uncle that his father had never been here at all...

Where have you gone?

Yang Xi was panicked, and the Yang family was panicked, looking for places where the man would go all over the world, but he had never found anything. After a few years, they had been looking for that man, but the man seemed to disappear out of thin air and no one had seen him again.

In the room of the president of the Martial Arts Club, Yang Xi clenched her fists and woke up from her memories.

"Dad, is he the successor you are looking for? Did you leave me and find another successor because I am a daughter?"

"Why, why are you so cruel to leave your daughter behind!"

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Of course, Ning Bufan didn't know that he had become the suspect. At this moment, he was gritting his teeth in the hut and staring at the shocking bruises and blood on his body. He counted roughly that at least five or six of his muscles had been strained.

Muscle strain is not as easy as skin cracking. Now even when he moves, he feels unprecedented pain, as if the flesh on his body is slowly cut by a knife...

"Don't be heroic in the future. Heroes are indeed unrewarded. Heroes are indeed not suitable for me!" Ning Bufan sighed bitterly, thinking that it would be better for him to quit the martial arts club. Leave this kind of fighting and killing to others!

"Brother! How can you say such a depressing thing? We warriors should face difficulties and not be afraid of them when encountering difficulties." The voice of gloves suddenly came out with dissatisfaction.

"Warrior? I am not a warrior. In the future, please be more at ease and don't instill the belief of a warrior in me!" Warrior? Just kidding, how can such a violent title be worn on a kind and kind person like Ning Bufan, who is convinced by virtue?

"Brother...this..." Gloves shook their fingers, and finally their voice seemed a little dim.

"Hiss, it hurts so much!" Ning Bufan's voice was so excited that he pulled his muscles again, and he unconsciously took a breath of cold air.

This hurts so much that I want to die, I can’t do it myself!

"Brother, I have a way to prevent you from feeling hurt!" Hearing Ning Bufan's painful voice, the glove suddenly became energetic.

"What's the solution?" Ning Bufan asked unconsciously when he heard that there was a way to end the unbearable pain.

"Drink it with Centennial Ginseng and Centennial Ganoderma lucidum into slices with a strong burning knife to ensure you won't feel any pain tomorrow!"

"Centennial ginseng, century-old Ganoderma lucidum? Medicinal wine?"

"Yes, medicinal wine, it should be sold in the pharmacy shop not far away, but the price may be a bit high!"

"How much? I have money now, but I don't have money short!"

"It's only about one hundred thousand!"

"Oh, it's about 100,000, it's fair. Well, what? What? You said it's about 100,000?" Ning Bufan slapped his thighs and felt like his soul was out of his body. Naturally, he pulled the muscles on his body again, and a large area of ​​sweat appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and did not dare to ask again.

There are more than one hundred thousand, such as astronomical figures, and it is just a bottle of medicinal wine...

Is this price just a little high?

When Ning Bufan was wailing, he naturally didn't notice that the screen of the Nokia phone flashed and then dialed a strange number...

Taekwondo Club, the originally noisy club is now empty, and it takes less than four hours since the martial arts club came out, but Xiao Hai has received about thirty applications for a withdrawal from the club!

"Bang!" Xiao Hai punched the sandbag hard, his eyes flushed red and bloody, and a feeling of jealousy and hatred lingered in Xiao Hai's heart!

"It's you, it's you, it's all you are like this!"

"Bang!"

He punched the sandbag again. With a puff, he actually smashed the sandbag into pieces, and a large piece of sand flowed out of his mouth. Looking at the pieces of sand, Xiao Hai felt even more angry!

"I, Xiao Hai, will kill you sooner or later, kill you!"

At this time, suddenly his cell phone rang. He gritted his teeth and calmed down his face, then calmly pressed the answer button.

"Hey! Is it Xiao Hai?"

"who?"

"I am Zhao Xinpeng!"

"Young Master Zhao? What's the matter!" Zhao Xinpeng's handsome appearance appeared in Xiao Hai's mind, and he licked his lips unconsciously, and a strange red light flashed through the gaps of his eyes.

"I, I actually like you for a long time. Whenever I see your majestic figure and your strong breasts, I feel a hot heart!"

"Hmm? Mr. Zhao, I'm a man!" Xiao Hai licked his lips again and looked at the number of his mobile phone. The sound and the number of his mobile phone were indeed Zhao Xinpeng's.

Because he had a relationship with Zhao Xinpeng before, Xiao Hai deliberately left his mobile phone number, but unexpectedly...

"Really, I can't suppress the feelings in my heart anymore, so I'll call you! So what if you are a man? I love you!"

"like?"

"Yes, Ah Hai, I really love you very much, I can't help it anymore. I'll wait for you in the Taekwondo house at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning! If you have feelings for me, then you come to the Taekwondo club. I like rudeness. The more rude you are, the more I like it!"

"Um?"

"Dududududu!" When Xiao Hai wanted to say something, Mr. Zhao's phone suddenly hung up.

Perhaps, it would be nice to take advantage of this time to find a handsome young man to vent!
Chapter completed!