Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The leader is a man in his early thirties, with green stubble plucked, slightly gloomy eyes, long hands and long feet, tall and strong, followed by several apprentices of the gymnasium, this man is the 'Joint Gym' My coach, Mao Xiaolang.

Originally a native of Longguo, he returned from studying in Japan in the early years, but changed his name to Mao Xiaolang when he came back. He rented a floor in Wanda Mall and opened a martial arts gym. In just five years, he made a famous name in Qingzhou. The Fire Tiger Gang was unwilling to provoke them.

Mao Xiaolang looked gloomy, glanced at Zhuo Yu and Zhuo Ling, frowned and said, "You two are practicing this kind of rubbish kung fu here?"

"Mao Xiaolang, it's none of your business, our Zhuo family doesn't welcome you in." Zhuo Yu said loudly.

In the past, both Zhuo Yu and Zhuo Ling were sent by their parents to the "Joint Gym" to learn martial arts, and they donated 100,000 yuan to the martial arts gym every month, but Mao Xiaolang is a cunning person who only knows how to collect money, but does not give them real kung fu. Yu had been annoyed by him for a long time.

Seeing the second cousin come back this time, showing the skills of a fairy, he naturally didn't want to go to the "Joint Gym" to learn martial arts, which made Mao Xiaolang very unhappy.

Mao Xiaolang said with a smile: "Your Zhuo family is a big family in Qingzhou, so naturally I can't afford to offend you, but I, Mao Xiaolang, am not a coward who will be bullied. You keep saying that you have found a new master who is better than me. I want to see you Who can poach my students away from me."

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, this person is obviously from the Dragon Kingdom, but he just learned from the Fusang people, wearing hard wooden clogs, making a rattling noise when walking, standing with his feet wide apart, arms folded, with two beards and eyes Long and narrow, it feels very uncomfortable.

"It's just because you are worthy of our second brother's attack. If you don't get out, my second brother will beat you to the ground." Zhuo Yu snorted.

Mao Xiaolang's eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan, he was the only one standing in the front, naturally he was Zhuo Yu's second elder brother, he was only 17 or 18 years old, so is such a small guy worthy of teaching others martial arts?

"You are their second brother, if you can beat me, I will leave." Mao Xiaolang raised his chin, showing a rebellious look.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "You don't deserve to fight me, Zhuo Yu, come out."

"What, you bastard..." Mao Xiaolang was deeply influenced by some animations and movies, his expression was exaggerated, like an angry hero in a Korean drama.

The other disciples of Juju Gym also glared angrily. No one has ever dared to say such a thing to the owner of the gym.

Zhuo Yu stood up, wavering, "Brother Xiaofan."

"You fight with him, use the boxing method I gave you." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"I'll fight him?" Zhuo Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had just studied with Zhuo Bufan for less than a month. He had seen with his own eyes in Juju Gymnasium that several gangsters came to make trouble for Mao Xiaolang, but Mao Xiaolang beat them all to the ground and lay down in the hospital for half a month. Yue, his half-handedness was no match for Mao Xiaolang at all.

"You don't want him to come to die, do you?" Mao Xiaolang looked at Zhuo Yu and suddenly burst out laughing.

Zhuo Yu squeezed his fist hard, gritted his teeth, and said calmly: "Okay, hit me, I, Zhuo Yu, won't be afraid of you."

"Little devil, since you want to seek death, then I will help you, hehe." Mao Xiaolang rubbed his palms, a playful sneer was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, on the other side of the manor.

"A Luo, do you think the martial arts that Xiaofan taught them are really effective?" Zhuo Shixian put his hands behind his back, and looked at this place slightly frowning.

Zhuo Luo smiled slightly: "Dad, I believe in Xiaofan. With him, it is a certainty for our Zhuo family to enter the fourth-level family."

"En." Zhuo Shixian sighed softly. It was his lifelong wish to push the Zhuo family into a fourth-level family. He thought he would never be able to see it in this life, but he didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to be born out of nowhere, completely changing the Zhuo family's life. destiny.

"It's just that I used to treat him..." Zhuo Shixian sighed heavily.

Zhuo Luo comforted: "Dad, Xiao Fan won't blame you."

On this end, Mao Xiaolang was gearing up, and suddenly a straight uppercut came directly towards his face with a strong wind. There was no fancy, pure strength and speed erupted.

Zhuo Yu didn't expect Mao Xiaolang to be so despicable, he struck first without saying a word, cursed in his heart, narrowly escaped, but his face was scraped by a fist, the pain was burning, he staggered, and fell back Back away to open the distance.

"Despicable, you are an instructor and you still attacked me." Zhuo Yu said angrily.

Mao Xiaolang laughed and said: "Little devil, there is only winning or losing in battle, there is no despicableness."

After all, Mao Xiaolang came over with his long arms and legs wide open, Zhuo Yu defended in a panic, and was beaten back steadily. It was obvious that Mao Xiaolang didn't use all his strength at all, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The Zhuo family junior looked at him with anger, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Come on Xiaoyu! Defeat him."

"Beat him, Xiao Yu."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said: "Qi is generated from the heart, hovers around the dantian, fills the limbs, and feels your qi."

"What rubbish, Dragon Kingdom martial arts are all fake, only strength, speed, perfect technique and exerting the greatest strength is the kingly way." Mao Xiaolang snorted disdainfully, pulled back with a long fist, and immediately took Like an afterimage, it slammed at Zhuo Yu.

Zhuo Yu gritted his teeth, and at the critical moment, he suddenly felt the hot air in his body gather in his dantian, like a hydrogen balloon exploding, the hot air filled his arms, and at the same time he punched out.

The two fists collided, and everyone was terrified.

Visible to the naked eye, Mao Xiaolang's arm was broken inch by inch like a tarot card, surging under the skin until it stopped at the arm, and then one arm fell limply to his waist.

Mao Xiaolang's face turned pale in an instant due to the pain, and he let out a miserable cry, and passed out from the pain.

"I... am I so powerful?" Zhuo Yu opened his mouth slightly, looking at his fist, his eyes were full of disbelief and faint excitement.

The rest of the Zhuo family juniors also followed suit, they knew that Zhuo Bufan did not lie to them, and in the future they would all become peerless powerhouses, overpowering one side, and becoming the existence of princes and kings.

Originally, during this month, Zhuo Bufan asked them to meditate and practice every day, occasionally doing a few sets of boxing, which was as boring as the military boxing learned in military training. Everyone had seen Zhuo Bufan's extraordinary skills, but they dared not say it, but they already had it in their hearts. criticized.

Only now do they know how powerful they have improved in a month.

Just a martial artist of Mao Xiaolang's level can make the Huohu Gang buy his face. If they cultivate to the extraordinary level, they can suppress a place and have unlimited glory.

"Mao... Instructor Mao." The disciples in the gymnasium fell into a state of rigid thinking. Mao Xiaolang, who had strong eyes, was knocked down by Zhuo Yu's punch. What happened.

Not far away, Zhuo Shixian and Zhuo Luo looked at Zhuo Bufan with a hint of relief, apology, gratitude, and more hope!