Wu Hehong’s man?

Hearing this, Zhang Kun's eyes condensed. Is this the young one who beat the young one, is it the old one?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Kun couldn't help but sigh in secret: What is this? No accidental disaster?

Thinking about it, I was clearly taking every time to refine my body, but I would have some messy things to come to my door, and these things were fundamentally completely unrelated to him, or at least they were not provoked by him.

At least Zhang Kun had no idea about Wu Hehong's incident.

But now that the person has come to the door, it is useless to think about it any more. Zhang Kun calmed down and clasped his fists and said, "It turns out it's Senior Wu. I don't know that Senior is looking for me, but because of the morning?"

When Wu Xiufeng heard Zhang Kun take the initiative to pick out what happened in the morning, he became even colder on his face. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Kun coldly and asked, "You don't think that my boy's beating was in vain."

Hearing Wu Xiufeng's words, Zhang Kun's eyes trembled involuntarily.

Your boy won't be beaten in vain. What does it mean? If you are willing to accept the loss when you are not as skilled as others, how can you be beaten in vain?

Then if I lose, who will I go to look for when I get beaten?

Damn, is this bullying my foreigner?

Zhang Kun felt annoyed and his face was not so good-looking.

He usually respects the elderly and loves the young, but he also has a partner. If others are arrogant, then he is not easy to bully.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun's face darkened and his tone became cold: "I wonder what advice does Senior Wu have?"

"Teach you? You need to give me some advice!" Wu Xiufeng sneered: "You dare to speak wildly at a young age. The Cangwu competition that competes every five years has not started yet. You call yourself the number one master of the young generation. You have not taken our Cangzhou martial arts world seriously at all."

Regarding Wu Xiufeng's words, Zhang Kun's face remained unchanged and said lightly: "First, I have never said the words of the number one master. Second, I also respect the seniors and colleagues in the Cangzhou martial arts world and dare not underestimate them at all. But..."

Halfway through, Zhang Kun's speech turned and his voice became a little cold: "If you want to give me advice, I will naturally not dare to refuse, so I will just follow it!"

Zhang Kun was very angry. There had been a vague sign since Wu Hehong's appearance in the morning, but Zhang Kun could barely suppress it at that time, so he was quite attentive to take action at that time.

Now Wu Xiufeng appears as if he is unreasonable, which completely ignits Zhang Kun's anger.

He has a good temper, but a good temper does not mean he has no temper.

Originally, Zhang Kun was at a critical moment of racing against Death. In four months, the competition with Miyahonda Chong is likely to be divided into life and death. Zhang Kun doesn't want to die, even if it's not for himself, even for his parents, sister, grandmother, and even Zhou Yaqi, he has to fight this time.

So now he is training himself every minute and increase his strength so that he can survive the competition four months later.

But now, Wu Hehong blocked the road in the morning, and now Wu Xiufeng jumped out.

OK OK OK OK OK OK Don't you just have to fight? OK OK, come on, I'll take it all.

Zhang Kun's face was gloomy and his heart was full of anger. He stared at Wu Xiufeng with his eyes tightly, and his hands and feet unconsciously made Yongchun's starting move.

Wu Xiufeng was very strong, Zhang Kun could feel that from the first glance he looked at Zhang Kun, Zhang Kun's hair stood up all over his body.

Even though he didn't face to face, just a glance behind him, Zhang Kun seemed to feel a giant, bloodthirsty beast, appearing behind him.

Zhang Kun had never encountered such a situation. He didn't know what qi traction is, nor what induced the masters is, but Zhang Kun knew that Wu Xiufeng in front of him was definitely the strongest warrior he had encountered.

Therefore, he made a starting move seriously, but he did not dare to be as casual as he faced Wu Hehong.

Seeing Zhang Kun like this, Wu Xiufeng showed a strange smile on his face and then took two steps forward.

The field became solemn for a moment, and a heavy air pressure between the two even began to blow up the dust on the ground.

But at this moment, a sudden loud shout came from a distance: "Stop!"

With the angry hum, two figures walked over quickly, but it was Guo Changsheng and Guo Changping.

After approaching, Master Guo Changping looked at Wu Xiufeng and snorted coldly: "Old Guy Wu, what are you doing? What are you doing here?"

He looked at Guo Changsheng from afar, then Wu Xiufeng turned to look at Guo Changping and said coldly: "I don't do anything, I just want to fight with this little guy in your family."

Hearing this, Guo Changsheng and Guo Changping were both stunned. Guo Changping frowned deeply, turned to look at the people around him, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

When Zhang Kun saw the arrival of two uncles and uncles, he slowly put away his hands, but his face was still gloomy and he stood quietly aside.

Because in his opinion, since uncle and uncle have arrived, he probably can't fight this fight, so he had a fire in his heart and had nowhere to vent his face, and his face was naturally gloomy.

Only Guo Binliang heard the master's question, and quickly jogged over, then came to Guo Changsheng and Guo Changping, and told everything about the morning.

After listening to Guo Binliang's narration, Guo Changsheng and Guo Changping both frowned.

Master Guo Changsheng pondered for a while, then turned to look at Wu Xiufeng and said in a deep voice: "I really want to fight?"

Wu Xiufeng did not answer, but sneered: "My kid is still lying on the bed and can't get up."

Hearing Wu Xiufeng's words, Guo Changsheng frowned, and finally shook his head and said nothing.

Guo Changping next to him snorted coldly: "You are not as skilled as others, and you deserve it if you lose."

"But, since you want to fight, we won't be afraid of you, Zhang Kun!" Uncle Guo Changping shouted.

"Here!" Zhang Kun quickly stood up and responded with a high tone. Because he heard it, it seemed that his uncle and uncle did not object to him to fight.

That means that there is finally a place to vent the anger in your heart, and Zhang Kun still felt a little excited.

After seeing Zhang Kun stand up, Master Guo Changping snorted and then shouted: "Take off your clothes!"

Zhang Kun was stunned at first, but immediately showed an excited expression. Without saying a word, he quickly pulled off the boxing gym uniform on his body.

Under the light white uniform, there are tight black cloth bags wrapped around the whole body, evenly distributed on the surface of Zhang Kun's body.

"Xuanwu Armor?" Seeing the black cloth bag exposed after Zhang Kun took off his clothes, Wu Xiufeng couldn't help blurting out.

Guo Changping glanced at Wu Xiufeng with a squinted look, then turned to look at Zhang Kun and smiled strangely, "Old Wu is your senior, and it is very disrespectful to fight with the senior in Xuanwu armor."

"Yes!" After hearing the words of Master Guo Changping, Zhang Kun began to untie the Xuanwu Armor without saying a word.

Pieces of black treasure armor were thrown on the ground, making loud noises, and with these loud noises, a trace of deepness finally appeared on Wu Xiufeng's face.

"You were wearing Xuanwu Armor this morning?" Wu Xiufeng suddenly spoke.

Zhang Kun, who was untiing the Xuanwu Armor on his right arm, raised his head gently, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth: "Since putting it on, except for taking a bath, the Xuanwu Armor has never left his body."
Chapter completed!