Peerless prodigal system

"Speak! Who sent you here?"

Wu Liang is used to asking questions like this, because he has quite a few enemies.

Everyone wants to kill him, and it has happened several times.

"Say it or not, if you don't, I'll break your neck!"

Wu Liang looked at this dark man with cold eyes.

"I... I said, it was Niu Shuitian, Niu Shuitian sent me..." The dark man said weakly.

"Is his son Niu Lexi's Niu Shuitian? Isn't it?!" Wu Liang asked coldly.

"Yes! It's him! It's that Niushuitian!" said the dark man.

"Well, I see." Wu Liang nodded.

He already knew the reason, it was Niu Shuitian's revenge for his son.

Then, Wu Liang raised his foot again.

Bang!
Hearing a loud noise, the dark man's head got into the toilet pit!
And, still, an unflushed urinal!

Wu Liang knew that Niu Shuitian held a grudge against him because he was the one who sent Niu Shuitian's son to prison.

However, Wu Liang is not afraid of the power of the Niu family.

Not to mention the power of the Niu family, even the Qian family behind the Niu family, to be honest, Wu Liang never cared about it.

So what about one of the five major families, as a prodigal son handpicked by the system, would he be afraid?

The answer is, of course not!

After Wu Liang returned home, he began to meditate.

He wants to practice breathing method.

Now, Wu Liang's breathing method has become more and more proficient.

He has the golden body attribute himself, and with the breath method as an aid to absorb spiritual energy, his strength will naturally rise to a higher level.

However, after coming to Huadu, he really didn't meet an opponent who could make him excited.

Whether it was Duan Xiaoming, Ni Changfeng, or Niu Shuitian, the killers and thugs they hired were all weak in front of Wu Liang.

It can be said that Wu Liang can solve the opponent very easily.

Just like the killer I met in the bathroom, he looked dark and strong, and seemed to be a very powerful opponent.

However, the strong appearance does not have very strong strength, and it is just a show.

Wu Liang thought that although his main task was to lose money, it was really lonely for him to be so powerful!

Only powerful masters will cherish each other.

Only when both parties are strong can they understand each other's loneliness.

Now, Wu Liang is a lonely person in martial arts.

Although it can't be said to be number one in the world, at least it is rare to meet an opponent in China.

Wu Liang can already understand why Feng Qingyang founded Dugu Nine Swords.

But this afternoon, Wu Liang received a call from Zhou Mengmeng.

Zhou Mengmeng was the cute little beauty that Wu Liang rescued that night.

Wu Liang doesn't know Zhou Mengmeng's real age yet, but it seems that he is only about 14 years old.

"Big brother, remember to come to the Bazhe Taekwondo Gym at [-] o'clock this afternoon. I have a master who wants to meet you, so you two can compete. Big brother, remember to come to the Bazhe Taekwondo Gym, hehe."

"Two o'clock in the afternoon? Hehe, okay." Wu Liang agreed very simply.

He was worrying about having no opponent, so he could take this opportunity to compete with the masters in the taekwondo circle.

"Yeah, yes, two o'clock, big brother." Zhou Mengmeng's voice was sweet and soft.

"I hope you don't disappoint me, Mengmeng. I hope your master is a master. I like to compete with masters. As for rookies, don't ask me to fight." Wu Liang told Zhou Mengmeng.

"Don't worry big brother, my master is a sixth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, really strong, that's all, bye."

In a blink of an eye, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wu Liang went to the Bazhe Taekwondo Gym.

This Tyrant Taekwondo gym is relatively well-known in Huadu. It is estimated that Zhou Mengmeng's master is the teacher of this Taekwondo gym.

When they arrived, Zhou Mengmeng was already waiting there.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man, about 40 years old.

Sixth-degree black belt in Taekwondo and at least 36 years old. This middle-aged man has bright eyes and a strong aura.

Seeing Wu Liang coming, Zhou Mengmeng rushed over and kissed sweetly, "Big brother, hurry up and compete with my third master."

"Boy, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhao Wuming. I am a taekwondo master. I currently have a sixth-dan black belt, which is a high-level rank."

Zhao Wuming made his rank very clear, as if he was worried that Wu Liang could not hear clearly, and he was suspected of showing off his rank.

"Oh, my name is Wu Liang."

Wu Liang just answered very plainly, without any disturbance in his heart.

Zhao Wuming was slightly annoyed, he thought that Wu Liang didn't pay attention to what he just said at all, and he had a long conversation, but the other party just said something lightly.

"Boy, what school did you learn from?"

"I have no sect."

"Who is your master?"

"I don't have a master."

"Then what kung fu did you learn?"

"Know a few sets of punches, that's all." Wu Liang replied indifferently.

"Then! You! What are you here for?" Zhao Wuming was completely enraged.

He felt that Wu Liang was trying to play tricks on him. He had no school, no sect, no master, so what was this?

Wu Liang replied calmly, "Mengmeng said that her master is very strong, so I came here. I only compete with masters. I hope you are a master. Don't let me down."

"Hehe, a brat who can only talk big, I'm afraid you don't know what the best thing you do in taekwondo is. Let me tell you, it's leg skills! I'm going to kick you to death!"

"I hope you can kick me out, and I hope you won't be unable to catch one of my moves." Wu Liang smiled slightly, revealing the loneliness of his master.

And Zhao Wuming sneered disdainfully, "Huh! Speak wild words, I will teach you a lesson now!"

Zhao Wuming rushed over like crazy, didn't even talk about the so-called etiquette in Taekwondo, and just swept over with a fierce whirlwind kick.

So strong!

A violent energy rushed to Wu Liang, carrying a cold murderous aura.

At this moment, Zhao Wuming is bound to win.

And at this moment, Wu Liang kicked.

There is nothing fancy about this kick.

It looked like a random kick.

But the strength it carries is five times that of Zhao Wuming.

boom!
Just one foot!
Zhao Wuming flew upside down, at this moment he finally realized what it was like to fly.

Zhao Wuming's body, about two meters above the ground, was thrown backwards.

What a thrill.

slap!

When he fell to the ground, both legs were broken immediately.

Before Zhao Wuming could figure out what was going on, he was thrown miserably, fell to the ground howling in pain, and convulsed!

"How did you do it? I... I have whirlwind legs with a sixth-degree black belt!"

Zhao Wuming simply could not accept this reality.

Wu Liang smiled easily, "This is the king's thigh."

"You...you are actually a master..." Zhao Wuming grinned in pain.

Zhou Mengmeng didn't expect her third master to be so weak, she turned away from him with a look of disgust, threw herself into Wu Liang's arms to act like a spoiled child, and clamored to hug his king's thigh