Wang Mao has become addicted to making headlines. Even though he knew that there were paparazzi taking pictures of him, he still came over to chat with Xiaoyanzi.

But his luck was really bad, as he met Tang Xiaobao.

If it were someone else, no star in the circle would dare to challenge him.

fight?

This is the only thing Wang Mao is good at. He started practicing at the age of seven. In the past twenty years, he has beaten at least ninety people, if not a hundred.

It just so happens that Tang Xiaobao is Xiaoyanzi's man.

So, Wang Mao ended up in tragedy.

You're walking into a trap.

It would be fine if he showed off a few words in front of the media to gain some popularity and take advantage of others, but to come up to him in front of Tang Xiaobao was really courting death.

Tang Xiaobao is usually very generous, but he is always petty when it comes to his women.

Anyone who dares to take advantage of his woman must be trampled to death.

Wang Mao lost face in front of everyone, especially when he saw many celebrities in the circle pointing and talking not far away, he immediately became angry and embarrassed.

He stared at Tang Xiaobao like a vicious dog ready to bite someone, almost sticking out his tongue.

He hates it.

He feels wronged.

We are all martial artists, is there anyone who fights like you?

Even ashtrays are used as weapons. How is this different from street thugs?

Tang Xiaobao didn't let him go, looking like he deserved a slap. He laughed sarcastically, "Wow, is this the National Sanda Champion? Can't even take a single blow? Tsk tsk tsk, you must have bribed the referee back then, right? Or bribed your opponent? Or how could you? And you're the National Sanda Champion? Three times in a row, too. Oh, how much money have you given to others in the past three years? I'm impressed. For the sake of fame, you treat money like dirt!"

"shut up!"

Wang Mao was so angry that his veins were throbbing and his face was distorted.

“Ahhhhhhhhh.”

A group of people looked at Tang Xiaobao, wondering what he was up to.

Tang Xiaobao laughed and said, "You said shut up? Ahhhhh, I'm going to say it, come and hit me, come on, come and hit me, please."

Wang Mao was shaking violently all over, and his forehead was flushed.

"Oh, aren't you a lay disciple of Wudang? Come on, are you a master of internal strength? Come on, you must have let me win just now, I know, haha, show your real kung fu, don't be afraid of hurting me, if you can really hurt me, you won't have to pay a penny for medical expenses, come on, come and hit me."

Tang Xiaobao really deserves a beating.

No one can stand this kind of provocation.

But Wang Mao was suddenly enlightened.

He joined Wudang at a young age. Although he was a lay disciple, he had a good master. His family gave a lot of money to the so-called master, so naturally he had to teach him authentic Wudang Kung Fu.

For example, he has learned internal skills and has achieved considerable proficiency.

But I never used it in my daily life. Later, when I joined the circle, although I had been practicing, I had no chance to show it.

That thing is good, but it can easily kill people.

But now, Wang Mao was irritated by Tang Xiaobao, and he still had only one thought in his mind - he must teach Tang Xiaobao a lesson.

As for the consequences... screw the consequences!

Let’s talk after the fight!

"You forced me to do this!" Wang Mao's eyes were filled with resentment, but he suddenly calmed down: "Today, I will let you see real Wudang Kung Fu."

"Come on, come on, hurry up, come and bite me, oh, no, come and hit me!" Tang Xiaobao hooked his little finger with great contempt.

Wang Mao snorted coldly, kicked the ground with his right foot, and rushed out.

Tang Xiaobao shouted, "Ah, the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm! It's so powerful!"

He moved his body and dodged.

Wang Mao changed his tactics.

Tang Xiaobao screamed, "Ahhh, the Great Stone Smasher!"

He dodged it again with a sway of his body.

"Oh my, is this Wudang Tai Chi? It's still a little off."

"Come on, you're almost touching me. Is this the Mountain Palm?"

"Faster, this is the Tiger Claw Hand, right?"

…

Tang Xiaobao seemed to be performing a monkey show.

Wang Mao was sweating all over and tried several different boxing styles, but he couldn't touch the corner of Tang Xiaobao's clothes. He was as slippery as a fish and as agile as a monkey.

The most infuriating thing is that Tang Xiaobao was dodging and provoking him at the same time, and commenting on him. If you didn’t know, you would think Tang Xiaobao was his master.

But the more they fought, the more frightened Wang Mao became.

How does this guy know Wudang Kung Fu?

Why is he so familiar with Wudang Kung Fu?

It seems like the city is everywhere?

And the more the fight went on, the more depressed Wang Mao became.

He was sweating all over, but he couldn't hit anyone. Don't you think it's frustrating?

Finally, Wang Mao retreated.

"Come on, keep biting me, why don't you fight?" Tang Xiaobao was anxious and waved his hands quickly.

"How do you know about our Wudang Kung Fu?"

"Don't mess around with that useless thing, come on."

Tang Xiaobao said impatiently.

"Are you also a Wudang disciple?"

"Bah!" Tang Xiaobao put his hands on his hips and pointed at Wang Mao like a shrew, shouting, "How dare you curse at me? Who is a Wudang disciple? How could a handsome man like me join the Wudang Sect? It's just a small sect, uh huh."

Sweat, cursing...

He looked a little funny, he was born to be funny. Many people not far away were amused by him.

Xiaoyanzi covered her mouth and laughed.

Wang Mao frowned, and actually had the idea of ​​giving up in his heart. He was very curious about where Tang Xiaobao, who had such good kung fu skills, suddenly came from. There was no such person in the circle.

Although he knew that it might be difficult for him to win, he didn't want to lose face. For a moment, Wang Mao was a little conflicted.

Should we fight or not?

Tang Xiaobao seemed to have seen through Wang Mao's thoughts and was very anxious. How could he not fight? No, he had to praise him and give him more encouragement.

So, Tang Xiaobao started to compliment Wang Mao in various ways.

"Yeah, actually you are very good at martial arts, really, come on, fight me, you can definitely beat me."

"I've only seen people from the Wudang sect practice martial arts. I have a good memory, but I don't actually understand Wudang Kung Fu. If you change to a new set of soft palm techniques, I definitely won't recognize it."

"Your Wudang skills are very powerful, your internal energy is very pure. Come on, if you hit me with one punch, I will definitely be injured. Come on, hit me."

"Come on, you are so handsome and suave, come and fight."

"Come on, I won't hide this time. Anyone who hides is a grandson. I will stand here and fight you. If I take a step, you win."

sweat……

Tang Xiaobao also put a lot of effort into it.

The onlookers all opened their eyes wide and were stunned.

What is this for?

Do you deserve a beating?

Still not moving?

Do you know who that person is?

He is a master of Wudang Sect!

But Xiaoyanzi was not in a hurry.

She knew that Tang Xiaobao said this just to vent her anger, and was afraid that Wang Mao would not take action. Thinking that Tang Xiaobao was standing up for her, she was filled with happiness. Looking at Tang Xiaobao's back, she felt that he was so handsome, so handsome, so handsome.