Bring the system to pretend

East District of Jinling City, Song Family Martial Arts Hall.

At this moment, a Ferrari LaFerrari stopped slowly in front of the huge gate of Song's Martial Arts Hall, and then Ling Chen and Chu Yun got out of the car one after the other.

Because Mengmeng fell asleep, she was sent back to Villa A on the way. Even if she didn't fall asleep, Ling Chen didn't want a child as young as her to come to the martial arts gym to witness the boxing.

"I'll go to Pavilion Master Song first, you wait for me in the lobby, don't cause trouble!" Chu Yun pulled Ling Chen's clothes and reminded in a low voice.

Every time Ling Chen was around, more or less troublesome things would happen, and she was a little scared.

Ling Chen rubbed his nose, and said shamelessly: "Chu Yun, what you said is wrong. Since I was a child, some people said that I am a talent who knows the world and has the wisdom to stabilize the country. Sheng, how can a talented person with great talent cause trouble?"

"I can't argue with you. Anyway, your conscience is often lost. I saw it in the sewer last time." Chu Yun lowered her eyes, hummed softly, and immediately walked to the top floor of the martial arts hall.

Ling Chen was stunned, Watt?Is my conscience lost?

Hello, conscience, are you there?Message me if you are here!

Conscience: yes, boss, this time I was thrown to the Antarctic by you, when will you send me back, I still need to use king pesticide!

Wang Wang Pesticide: Uh-huh, I heard that someone is going to beat me?
Severed finger: Don't move, all hands up, I heard that someone is going to fight the king's pesticide, the man stands on the left, the woman stands on the right, and the pervert stands in the middle.

The discerning audience: Hit your sister’s king of pesticides, give me a handjob, don’t do such a sacred cause as a handjob, but go to beat the king’s pesticides, really!
Handjob: What did I do wrong?Why are you hitting me?

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When Chu Yun went upstairs, Ling Chen didn't have anyone to talk to, so he paused, found a place in the hall and sat down, waiting for Chu Yun to come down.

At this time, the crowd in the hall was surging, and many people were chatting and laughing with each other about the tenth anniversary of the martial arts hall.

Of course, not everyone's topics are nutritious, at least the four guys sitting next to Ling Chen are not.

One of the people with 'Dongyan' printed on his clothes shook his brows, smiled and said to the three of them: "Leeks will become thicker and bigger when you cut them, and your beard will become thicker and longer when you shave them. Now I have a very bold one." thoughts..."

"Ahem, this idea is really bold." Another person with 'Xijian' printed on his clothes smirked, and said seriously: "If you follow your way of thinking, I will step on the right foot with the left foot and the left foot with the right foot." Feet, should be able to go to the sky."

The third person with 'North Color' printed on his clothes thought for a moment, and said nonsense seriously: "Interesting, according to your logic, smoking a cigarette will shorten your life span by 5 minutes, and laughing loudly will prolong your life span by 8 minutes. According to My high IQ comprehension shows that I am equal to immortality!"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with it, that is to say, there is a piece of clothing, you pay 30, I pay [-], and I sell it to you for [-], you earn [-] yuan, wow, marry Bai Fumei, go This is the way to the pinnacle of life!" The fourth person with 'Nandang' printed on his clothes nodded in cooperation, and then asked aloud: "Then... who will buy this dress?"

The other three laughed and cursed angrily, "Get lost!"

"These four are funny." Listening to the conversation of the four, Ling Chen laughed until his stomach ached.

It is said that teasing can open the door of laughter in the world, but today it is true.

After taking a sip of his drink, Ling Chen turned his attention to the upper right side of himself, where a young man with a short hair wearing a martial arts uniform was talking eloquently.

"Let me tell you, there are many masters in Song's Martial Arts School, the most powerful is our senior brother, who can break a 10cm thick board with one punch, and can kick through sandbags with one kick. His strength is quite strong. There used to be no other martial arts school. Come here to provoke, only relying on the presence of the senior brother can save the day."

"So powerful?" The listeners were a little shocked. If it was true what the flat-headed youth said, this big brother could basically kill a cow with one punch.

"Of course, the elder brother has won several martial arts competitions. His martial arts are superb and unpredictable, and he is basically invincible among his peers. It is precisely because of this that the owner of the gym regards him as a future martial artist. Where is his successor!" The short-haired youth raised his head, obviously proud of his elder brother.

The listeners also seemed to feel the admiration for the elder brother in the tone of the young man with a flat head, and asked curiously: "Then where is the elder brother now?"

"Eldest senior brother is upstairs talking with the owner of the hall, and he will probably come down soon." The crew-cut youth pointed to the upstairs and said aloud.

As soon as the words were finished, a strong man with thick eyebrows walked down the stairs slowly with steady steps.

"The eyes are sharp, the steps are like a tiger, and every move is mixed with vigor, which is almost the strength of the late stage of the human stage. It seems that this is the big brother in the mouth of the young man with the flat head." Looking at the thick eyebrow man, Ling Chen secretly thought. .

Sure enough, as soon as the thick-browed man Fang appeared, the short-haired young man immediately showed a fiery look, and rushed forward to greet him enthusiastically: "Hello, senior brother!"

The thick-browed man nodded, showing a kind smile.

The listeners at the side glanced at the thick-browed man, and said with expectant eyes: "Are you the elder brother? He said you are very strong, can you show us a hand!"

The thick-browed man thought for a while, and was not stingy, and agreed with a smile: "It's okay to show off."

The listeners immediately cheered and jumped up, and other guests watched this scene, and surrounded them with great interest.

"That's Song Ke, the big brother of the Song Family Martial Arts Academy. It is said that he has dominated the martial arts competition championship in the Eastern District for three consecutive years, and his strength is very strong."

"Yeah, I remember the last time someone came to challenge the Song Family Martial Arts Hall, Song Ke knocked out the strongest person in the opponent at once, that scene was really shocking."

"Master Song is really lucky to have such a strong disciple, even half of the disciples in my martial arts gym can't match him."

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The discussion of the people around made more people interested in Song Ke. After a while, all the people in the hall surrounded him, wanting to see how powerful this elder brother is.

Under the gaze of the audience, Song Ke stepped onto the martial arts stage specially prepared by the martial arts hall, and bowed his hands to everyone: "Thanks to everyone's compliments, today I will show off my clumsy skills in a small way, I hope everyone will support us Song Clan Martial Arts Hall!"

After finishing speaking, Song Ke let out a low cry, his arm muscles burst out suddenly, and he punched out like a giant punch. Everyone in the audience seemed to be able to hear the sound of the air being exploded.

"Shhhhhh!"

Song Ke continued to perform martial arts moves on the martial arts stage, with astonishing speed and strength. After about 2 minutes, Song Ke fixed his eyes, bent his right arm, and directly bombarded the hanging sandbags.

Hearing a "bang", the entire sandbag was pierced by this punch, and countless gravels fell down from his fist, which was particularly frightening.

"Okay!" As soon as this scene came out, everyone applauded, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The young man with a flat head was even more proud, as if the person standing on the stage was not Song Ke but himself.

"Small moves are not as elegant as the lobby. If there are deficiencies, I hope you can give me a lot of advice." Song Kechao bowed slightly to the audience, his face was calm, but there was a strong sense of pride in his eyes.

"Where is there any deficiency, senior brother is really too modest." The young man with short hair shook his head, and everyone beside him also agreed.

Hearing this, the pride on Song Ke's face became more and more obvious, full of complacency.

But at this moment, a professional voice suddenly sounded from the periphery of the crowd.

"The strength of the fist is too scattered, the strength of the feet lacks cohesion, the low plate is unstable when the shot is made, and there are too many loopholes. In addition, the expression when hitting is artificial and a little exaggerated!"