You should not, you should not, the unscrupulous reporter Zhao Yao should not say in front of Mr. Ren and Xiao Qin that Aunt Ren is being used as a prostitute by a prostitute.

Fortunately, I didn't say that the "client" was my father. Although my father and Aunt Ren were indeed not innocent later, they were still innocent at the time.

Mr. Ren's movement skills are as fast as lightning, and Xiao Qin's speed is almost impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

Zhao Yao was snatched away from where he was in an instant, leaving only the microphone that fell to the ground. The glasses-wearing principal, who cherished his property, picked it up with his hand. The cameraman next to him, who had always been silent, also said in surprise, "Hey "A cry.

I saw Mr. Ren unfolding his ape arms, changing from fist to palm, and from palm to grasp. In the blink of an eye, he completed a lift, a lift, a grip, and a flick. With the combination of movements, Zhao Yao... Zhao Yao flew Get up.

The human helicopter, with its limbs stretched out like a tortoise, spins in mid-air like a windmill.

Sometimes he was on his head and on his feet, and sometimes his head was on his feet. Many times, his head was less than 20 centimeters from the hard masonry ground. He was so frightened that he wanted to pee his pants.

Whenever the force of gravity is about to pull Zhao Yao back to the ground, Mr. Ren will immediately take action, either with a punch or a palm. In short, from a mechanical point of view, he will hit the part that can best keep Zhao Yao in the windmill state, allowing Zhao Yao to continue. Keep spinning.

Zhao Yao, who has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, is not very heavy. When Mr. Ren was furious, he turned him into a human windmill, and it didn't seem like he spent much effort.

Moreover, Xiaoqin was still helping her grandfather on the opposite side. Following the direction of Zhao Yao's rotation, she clenched her fists and hit Zhao Yao with all her strength. No matter whether it was the face or the stomach, she would hit him without mercy. Zhao Yao soon leaked out. I had a nosebleed and couldn't help but scream miserably.

"Help, help, I'm beating the reporter,,,, freedom of interview,,,."

Mr. Ren gave a big blow from bottom to top, which made him almost bite his tongue, and he couldn't scream for a while.

Under normal circumstances, a small body like Zhao Yao would not be able to withstand being attacked by the half-blackened Xiaoqin's Beidou Hundred Fissure Fist, and he would be disabled even if he died.

However, although Xiaoqin did not hold back her hand, she followed the direction in which her grandfather spun Zhao Yao and punched him.

As a result, most of the boxing force was transformed into the power that made Zhao Yao spin like a windmill, and it did not have the destructive effect of destroying the liver and gallbladder.

Even so, Zhao Yao was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and even his mother could not recognize him.

The grandfather and grandson were walking like dragons and tigers, and I don't know whether they were walking on the Nine Palaces Bagua under their feet. In short, they cooperated with each other around Zhao Yao, and actually let Zhao Yao spin in the air for nearly two minutes without landing.

As you can imagine, these were the most difficult two minutes of Zhao Yao's life. Not only did he bear Xiao Qin's iron fist head-on, but he also felt the fear of his head rushing down and about to hit the masonry ground every half second. .

"I, we represent justice...freedom..." Zhao Yao whirled around and muttered unconsciously in his throat, "shady...system issues..."

"How dare you scold my mother,."

"How dare you scold my daughter,."

Following Xiaoqin's uppercut that was very similar to the "Shenglong Fist", and Mr. Ren's shoulders shaking, Zhao Yao flew higher than before, almost flying up a tree. Is this playing Angry Birds?

Before he could fly to the height of the tree crown, Zhao Yao was frightened by the pain and fainted, and he flew back to the ground like a boomerang.

Mr. Ren glanced at Xiao Qin and asked Xiao Qin to step away. Then, with his right hand on top and his left hand on the bottom, he gently caught Zhao Yao who had fallen back to the ground. He actually let his feet fall to the ground without being seriously injured.

"Hey, me, why am I not dead?" Zhao Yao woke up from the shock of landing, looking at himself with a bruised nose and face, puzzled.

"Next time you speak ill of our old Ren family, I will let you fall." Mr. Ren spat viciously at Zhao Yao, and then pushed his chest, causing Zhao Yao to stumble back ten steps and collapse. Under a willow tree.

This reporter, who was good at fabricating lies, turned pale and clutched his chest, speechless. He looked at Mr. Ren and Xiao Qin as if they were looking at monsters.

Although strictly speaking, the scene of Zhao Yao doing the "Flying Dance" only lasted 1 minute and 50 seconds, but all the audience present, except Ren Peng, were stunned.

The eyes of the nearest principal and cameraman with glasses almost popped out of their sockets.

The spectacled principal touched his forehead, wondering if he had a cold or a fever and was hallucinating. The cameraman was very self-aware and immediately took out the video tape of the program he had just recorded from the camera and gave it to Mr. Ren to step on the ground in half. Already.

"Xiao Wang, you, how could you..." Zhao Yao was heartbroken when he saw the video tape was destroyed. It was no less painful than the dangerous situation just now.

"In this videotape, is there a scene of me flying into the sky just now? Such a precious shot, actually, actually..."

"Uh-huh."

I spit out a mouthful of blood. I didn't vomit blood when I was beaten just now, but now I actually vomited blood because the video tape was destroyed. After vomiting blood, I rolled my eyes and passed out.

Zhao Yao, you are so dedicated. You regard the interview video as more important than yourself. The problem is that you have used your enthusiasm in the wrong place. In the future, can you respect the truth in interviews and don't make up random things?

Among all the people, Ren Peng was not particularly surprised to see his grandfather and cousin play this trick. Maybe he had seen something similar before.

But when Xiaoqin used the little bully's fists on Zhao Yao, Ren Peng's brows jumped, probably because he recalled how he was abused by his cousin when he was a child.

Amy had never seen such a high-end and grand martial arts performance. Even if she had seen it, it was through the use of movie stunts. Let alone Xiaoqin, the object of her prejudice. Anyway, Mr. Ren's awesome aura deeply shocked Amy. Ai Mi Jiao shouted:

"It turns out, it turns out that the Tai Chi of the Chinese Dynasty is real."

This sentence almost made Mr. Ren, who was standing proudly in the wind, collapse with anger.

"You ghost guys only know Tai Chi and Wudang Sect." Mr. Ren puffed his beard and stomped his feet and cursed, "What Tai Chi can do, Yin Yang San Shou can do. I have to talk to the leader of Wudang Sect. One cannot fight..."

Mr. Ren's eyes were sharp and his fighting spirit was compelling. I don't know if the leader of the Wu-Tang Clan felt it, but Obama felt it first. When Amy was stunned and didn't hold the dog leash tightly, it suddenly jumped out from under its owner. , turned around and ran away, fearing that the old man would catch up with her and make her into a dog meat hotpot.

After Obama ran back to the RV, Winnie still opened her mouth in surprise and didn't close it. I thought she could almost put an apple in her mouth.

"Okay...so amazing. Although I heard that Xiaoqin knows martial arts, I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

"Please, please accept me as your disciple." Regardless of the fact that he was wearing shorts and his exposed knees might be worn out, Pooh knelt down towards Xiao Qin.

What a sincere way to kneel down. When Eunuch Cao knelt naked at 365 degrees in the ice and snow to beg for "Lola Takizawa's" seed, you were not so sincere.

Xiaoqin had recovered from the blackening and was smoothing the wrinkles on her dress with her fingers. She felt a little regretful about showing her martial arts in public. At this moment, Pooh kneeled down and she was stunned.

"Master Xiaoqin, Master Xiaoqin, please teach me. The old man over there will definitely look down on me. To bring a layman like me into the world of martial arts, I can only rely on you as a good friend."

Pooh was extremely rude and said nice things to Xiao Qin. He raised his hands above his head and pressed them to the ground, wishing he could bow down to Xiao Qin.

"Man, I don't know martial arts." Xiao Qin bit her nails and denied, "I was just doing radio exercises with my grandpa just now..."

I would like to ask which set of broadcast exercises has this kind of content? Is it the broadcast exercise of Trisolaris Galaxy?

"I want to learn broadcasting skills, too." Pooh continued to plead, "After seeing your performance, I realized that in the past I was only doing tricks, whirlwind kicks, wave punches, etc. I often couldn't hit the enemy and even knocked myself unconscious. Already."

While chatting on the top of Cuisong Mountain, Pooh expressed his intention to learn kung fu from me. I argued that it would be better for Xiaoqin to teach him. After all, physical contact is inevitable when learning kung fu. Xiaoqin and she are both girls, so it is always better to teach kung fu than Xiaoqin. It's convenient for me.

Moreover, Pooh is the only person who is closest to Xiaoqin's "best friend". I can't give up the opportunity to normalize Xiaoqin, otherwise the "sister-in-law training plan" will not be launched.

So I hinted at Xiaoqin with my eyes and nodded while hinting, hoping that she would agree to Pooh's request.

Xiaoqin got my hint and thought for a while, then looked at Pooh who was kneeling on the ground and kept serving her, and sighed:

"Well, I can teach you a little bit. Once all the scratches on my body are healed, I will teach you this martial art called 'Flat Chest Sanshou'..."

Damn, you let it slip. You agreed to teach Pooh Kung Fu. On the one hand, you followed my advice. On the other hand, you felt that Pooh, your best friend, has too big breasts. If you can use the Yin Yang Sanshou method of "women will have flat chests after practicing" to transform them. , you can become a more trustworthy good friend.

Yin-Yang Sanshou is not taught to outsiders. I remember when Mr. Ren only taught me Hua Jin, and I was worried that my ancestors would blame me. So you wanted to teach Pooh Yin-Yang Sanshou for a ridiculous reason?

Of course Mr. Ren next to him was not happy. He said slightly angrily: "Xiao Qin, our family martial arts cannot be passed on to others at will, and it is not called flat-chested Sanshou..."

For some reason, Xiaoqin sniffed aggrievedly in front of her grandfather, as if she was lamenting that Yin Yang Sanshou had been imprinted in her mind and could not be forgotten.

"You can also call it 'Short Leg Sanshou'. In short, you just need to see whether it is practiced by men or women..."

"No matter what the name is, I will learn it." Pooh was overjoyed to hear that Xiaoqin was willing to teach him, "This way, I will be more confident when I can serve as Miss Amy's bodyguard."

Amy originally wanted to stop Pooh from becoming a disciple of Xiaoqin, but after hearing what Pooh said next, she thought to herself:

"Although the violent woman is disgusting, it is not bad to let Pooh learn powerful martial arts and learn from the foreigners to control the foreigners..."

What are you quoting Wei Yuan's famous saying? You, the guy who failed the Chinese language test, you, the American, are what Wei Yuan and Lin Zexu called "Yi" back then.

Pentheus, who had been silent since Mr. Ren started playing tricks on Zhao Yao, suddenly fired a burning gaze mixed with ecstasy in his eyes.

It's impossible for a master like Mr. Ren not to feel this kind of gaze.
Chapter completed!