Before Mom could speak, Murong Chen replied first: "Dad, Mom is going to take us to learn kung fu!"

Murong Ting frowned: "Learn Kung Fu?"

Kong Wange cleared his throat and said, "I have reflected on the kidnapping this time. I still need to let the children learn some basic self-defense skills, so that they can at least protect themselves at the critical moment."

Murong Ting nodded and agreed very much: "It makes sense."

After hearing that he didn't stop him, Kong Wange breathed a sigh of relief: "Please let me give in, I'm going to take them away."

Murong Ting didn't get out of the way, but chuckled: "Since you want to learn kung fu, why bother to go far and wide? I'll teach them."

Kong Wange was stunned for a moment: "You teach me?"

Murong Ting hugged his chest with his hands: "Otherwise, do you have more money? Do you have to go find someone outside?"

Kong Wange: "..."

She laughed awkwardly: "The people outside are more professional. Nowadays, why can't you be poor and have children?"

Murong Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "I started learning Taekwondo at the age of five, judo at the age of twelve, started practicing boxing at the age of fifteen, and came into contact with Sanda at the age of twenty. Until today, I have won three martial arts championships in Jiangcheng. Are you sure that people outside are more professional than me?"

Kong Wange: "...It's really a shame to make you a president."

If he is so capable, why don’t he be a thug!

Murong Ting obviously did not have the awareness of being a thug.

Now he is full of how he is better in the "defend" with Kong Wange.

He stepped forward without saying a word and pulled the child over: "Let's go, today Daddy will let you see what real kung fu is."

The two brothers came directly to an empty venue west of the old house under the help of Murong Ting.

Kong Wange and Kong Ran followed closely behind.

Murong Ting's halfway intercepting the beard was so angry that her head was buzzing, but she couldn't refute what the man said.

Who can really fight?

This open space was used by Murong Ting when he was practicing martial arts before, and the overall model is based on the style of the M country's hired troops.

There are lawns and obstacles around, and there are mobile arch targets not far away.

Children usually cannot come to this place, but when they see it, they are all boiling.

"Dad, it's too cool here!" Chen Bao couldn't help but jump around on the low board jumping platform while exclaiming.

Kong Chi rarely showed a look of surprise. Looking at the hole in the bull's eye in the middle, he asked Murong Ting: "Are these shots from Daddy?"

Murong Ting felt the children's admiration and couldn't help but feel complacent.

"That's right, if you want to learn these things, Daddy can teach you all!"

"What can I learn? Daddy, please demonstrate it to us?" Murong Chen said excitedly.

Murong Ting was interested in showing off in front of the child, looked at the Wing Chun stake next to him and said, "Wait, Daddy will give you a set of Wing Chun fist!"

"Dad, you still know Wing Chun Fist?" Murong Chen was amazed.

"There is nothing difficult to understand boxing techniques." He stepped forward, rolled his sleeves on his forearm, and put in a very standard preparation position.

In the corridor next to the training ground, Kong Ran pulled Kong Wange's hand: "Mommy, Uncle Zha looks like something is OK."

Kong Wange: "..."

Even his daughter is going to be conquered by him?

The next second, Murong Ting on the training ground moved.

The sound of "papapapapapapapapapa" came, and his arms left afterimages on the wooden stake.

Both of them opened their mouths into an "o" shape.


Chapter completed!