"What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Meng Lang actually nodded in agreement with this ridiculous proposal, Yan Feng suddenly frowned.

"Don't make trouble here. Don't say that you are just an ordinary person. Even if you are really capable, you are not a disciple of our Twelve Road Tan Legs. You cannot represent us in battle at all!"

"Uh..." Yan Weiwei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

That’s right! I was busy looking for “insurance” for myself to win, and I didn’t even pay attention to whether this “insurance” would be effective...

"Who said I'm not yours?" Meng Lang said calmly as if he had known Yan Feng would say this.

"What did you say?"

"Actually... I am Master Yan's close disciple."

Meng Lang winked at Yan Weiwei, and she reacted immediately.

"Oh yes! I... just accepted a disciple!"

"Nonsense, why didn't I know you had accepted a disciple?" Yan Feng glared.

"We've already said that we are closed disciples, so of course we accept them behind closed doors!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes at him.

Everyone: "..."

How can he explain this closed disciple like this?!

"Have you come to my Yan's ancestral hall to pay homage to your master? Have you taught him the essence of the Twelve-Road Tan Kou practice? When you become a disciple, it's just a matter of words and it's over?" Yan Feng glared at Yan Weiwei.

"Ahem! The mind is sinking in the Dantian, the spring is pouring down, the Qi of the old place is generated, hidden but not released, the internal and external cancel each other, the Yin and Yang are exerting force..."

Meng Lang coughed dryly and recited a formula that left everyone a little baffled.

next moment……

Yan Feng was stunned.

Yan Weiwei was also stunned.

As if they had seen a ghost, they suddenly turned their heads to look at Meng Lang.

"You...how do you know the general outline of my Yan family's twelve-way tan legs?!" Yan Feng pointed at Meng Lang with a look of shock.

Then his expression changed, and he turned to look at the only possible "perpetrator"...

"Okay! Okay! You actually... you actually..." Yan Feng pointed at Yan Weiwei, his voice trembling with anger.

There is no chance for a female university to be admitted! A female university is not suitable for admission!!

"I……"

Yan Weiwei was also stunned.

Who am I? Where am I?

Why does this guy know the general outline of my Yan family?

Shouldn’t our newly minted master-disciple status be in name only?

This is so unscientific!

She did not explain, because she knew that she would not be able to escape even if she jumped into the Yellow River at this time.

But...why should I wash it?

"Yes! It's me!" She slapped her neck!

"Now you believe that he is my closed disciple, right? Stop talking nonsense, then who, we ask to continue the challenge!"

…

Half an hour later.

"I didn't expect that there would be masters in the Twelve Road Tan Legs, Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers!"

While Li Lei moved the joints of his right hand which were still somewhat stiff, his eyes were fixed on the challenger in front of him.

"Ahem! No prizes, no prizes, I'm Meng Lang, please!"

Master Li looked at Meng Lang who was coming on the stage and was a little speechless after knowing his identity.

Yan Weiwei’s apprentice?

Is this a case of beating the old and leaving the young? Are you sure you are not unwilling to delay our climbing time?

"Leizi! Quick victory!"

However, Li Lei on the court was not as optimistic as his master.

Seeing Meng Lang wearing mountain climbing clothes, standing there without even a posture, looking like his whole body was full of flaws, he didn't feel any contempt in his heart.

Just relying on the force-relieving technique just now was enough to make me go all out.

Between the two challenges, up to half an hour of rest was allowed. After some massage by Master Li, his right hand had regained consciousness and his overall strength had recovered to 60 to 70%, but he still did not dare to take it lightly.

He carefully moved half a circle around Meng Lang, carefully staring at every part of his body, as if looking for flaws.

Everyone looked a little confused.

Do you need to be so cautious when dealing with an ordinary person?

"Uncle, be careful!" Lin Haitang and Xiao Yu looked worried.

"Yan Weiwei! If you don't want your friend to get hurt, tell him to admit defeat quickly and stop messing around!"

After slapping his chest and pinching him, Yan Feng finally regained his composure and felt that his old face was disgraceful, and he just wanted to end this joking competition as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, even though that guy has never practiced martial arts, he has a very powerful secret skill that he can't lose!"

Yan Weiwei looked mysteriously confident.

Everyone was baffled by what he said.

A unique secret skill that is very powerful even though you have never practiced martial arts?

A flying fairy from heaven?

On the testing ground.

Just when Meng Lang was getting impatient, Li Lei, who had been observing for a long time, finally moved!

The huge body rushed straight towards me with the force of wind and thunder!

Ten steps...five steps...three steps...

As usual, the goal is to quickly close the distance and take advantage of Bajiquan's short hitting advantage.

The next moment, it was a steady, offensive and defensive goose-stepping punch!

But it only uses five points of force, leaving five points to change tactics at any time!

It was obvious that he wanted to test Meng Lang's strength first.

However, until Li Lei came within three steps of Meng Lang, Meng Lang remained motionless, as if he was completely unaware of the approaching danger...

How dare you look down on me!

Li Lei glared sharply, and punched Meng Lang in the face with his fist as big as a sandbag!

"Ah!" Many people in the venue had closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch anymore.

The next moment, the two figures were approaching rapidly...

"boom!"

...time seems to stand still.

At this time, Li Lei's fist was only 3 centimeters away from Meng Lang, but it was hanging in the air as if the pause button had been pressed...

No one understood what was happening.

Then... I saw Li Lei's face stiffened, his eyes widened, his legs clamped, and immediately...

"boom!"

Li Lei, who was in a very inelegant position with his butt facing backward and covered in cold sweat... fell down!

"Hiss~" The whole audience gasped.

The male compatriots even felt their anus tighten.

"This is impossible!"

Master Li's duck voice screamed.

Mr. Yan Feng, who had just been relieved, his eyes popped out when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but gasp for air, as if he was about to close his eyes again.

It was only then that Meng Lang retracted his raised leg and looked at Li Lei with some sympathy as he collapsed on the ground and lost his fighting ability.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!"

That's right, what he used was the Twelve-Road Tan's unique kick that he usually doesn't use, but will definitely kill when he does it...

Flirting your vaginal legs!
To be continued...