After Yang Lin learned about the situation in the field, he also felt a little troublesome.

The injured Yang Yi seemed to have no way to compete with Jin Minhao.

But if Park Jung-hoon comes on the field, he can only be able to beat him when he comes on the field.

Yang Lin was not sure. He had just recovered from his injury and had recovered a little bit of his skill.

Just as Yang Lin was hesitating, Bian Que said, "Miss Yang is injured. It is unfair to her to compete in this kind of martial arts. I'll treat her and then compete in martial arts."

Jin Minhao knew that if Yang Yi recovered from health, he would not be Yang Yi's opponent at all.

However, he thought that even if Bian Que treated Yang Yi, it would not have an immediate effect. As long as the time limit is reduced, Bian Que's treatment would not have any effect.

Jin Minhao pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I will only give you ten minutes. Within ten minutes, no matter how the treatment is, we will continue to compete."

In ten minutes, if it were anyone, there would be no way to cure Yang Yi immediately.

There is no difference between these ten minutes or not.

The disciples of the Yang family protested: "What's the use of ten minutes? How can there be a medicine in the world that works so quickly."

"Yes, Xiaobangzi is so shameless. You might as well compete now."

"Yes, shameless little stick, even if you win, we won't accept you."

Bian Que looked at the passionate look of the crowd and smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone, ten minutes is enough for me to cure Miss Yang. Look, it won't take long for me to cure your master."

Seeing that Yang Lin was indeed getting better now, the disciples regained their hopes and said, "Master Bian Que, we will leave it to you."

"Don't worry, with me here, your senior sister will recover soon."

Bian Que used a diagnosis of good and evil to Yang Yi. Yang Yi felt a huge force coming from her body, repairing her injured part.

Soon, the injuries she suffered recovered.

She stood up, waved her fist and said, "Okay, then we will compete with each other right."

Everyone was surprised to see Yang Yi recovering so quickly.

Jin Minhao watched Yang Yi suddenly recover, and an unknown sign rose in his heart.

Bian Que was so amazing that he cured Yang Yi in less than ten minutes.

Facing the recovered Yang Yi, Jin Minhao was really unsure of winning the battle.

But at this moment he had no way out.

If he retreated, it means that their Taekwondo is not as good as Tai Chi, which is unacceptable to the little kanzi, who has always been arrogant.

Jin Minhao snorted, "Hmph, then come on."

The two started fighting again.

Jin Minhao's attack was still extremely sharp and his legs were quick and powerful, but Yang Yi's Tai Chi was a big hit, using the force to cleverly resolve Jin Minhao's attack.

After the two fought for more than ten rounds, Jin Minhao gradually felt weak and his movement speed slowed down.

Yang Yi saw the opportunity and pushed away Jin Minhao's attack with one palm, and counterattacked Jin Minhao on the chest.

Although Yang Yi's movements looked very gentle, it really hit Jin Minhao's chest, which made him feel stuffy and fell backwards shakingly.

"good!"

The disciples applauded when they saw Yang Yi being so powerful.

Park Jung-hoon's face turned pale.

Things are already very obvious. Jin Minhao is not Yang Yi's opponent.

According to the agreement, Taekwondo lost.

He really couldn't accept this result. Taekwondo, which has always been invincible, actually lost to Tai Chi.

Park Jung-hoon stared at Kim Min-ho who was lying on the ground and scolded: "Bad!"

Jin Minhao's face was so shy that she blushed, but she couldn't refute it.

He did lose.

Park Jung-hoon's disciple advised: "Master, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. We might as well choose a day to fight again."

Park Jung-hoon went down the donkey and said, "Okay, let's go."

He and his disciples were about to leave.

Gao Fei brought Park Jung-hoon with one hand and said, "You can take this brand away and parade around the streets."

It was a sign with the sick man in East Asia. If you took this sign and parade around, Park Jung-hoon's face would be lost.

He glared at Gao Fei and said, "Hmph, today I am kind enough to let you go. If you insist on forcing me, then I will take action. If anyone of you is confident and capable of keeping me, then take action."

Park Jung-hoon is going to break the contract.

Although Park Jung-hoon wanted to break the contract, everyone had no choice.

No one has the confidence to defeat Park Jung-hoon.

Even Yang Lin, who has the highest martial arts skills, has lacked confidence because he has just recovered from his injury.

Seeing Park Jung-hoon leaving, Bian Que said, "Wait, I have something to say."

Park Jung-hoon stopped, glanced at Bian Que and said, "You are just a doctor, do you want to keep me?"

Bian Que threw a medicine bottle over and said, "That's right."

Park Jung-hoon looked at Bian Que's bottle and threw it over. He slashed it casually. The medicine bottle was actually broken by him. The medicine liquid inside flowed out and touched his hands.

In an instant, his hands turned black, and the black gas spread on the Internet. A severe pain came, making him grit his teeth.

He understood that he was poisoned and his right hand was instantly corroded.

Bian Que said coldly: "If you are a member of yourselves, I will be my deadly elixir. If you don't want to die, just walk around with a plaque on your back. It's better than the poison in your right hand, but I have no one to relieve it. Your right hand is deterred."

Park Jung-hoon looked at his dark right hand and felt uneasy.

He knew that this was a problem.

If he paraded as agreed, his face would be lost.

A generation of Taekwondo master actually wanted to parade on the streets with a plaque of a sick man from East Asia. How could he be so embarrassed?

But if he didn't parade, his right hand would be ruined, which would have a huge impact on his future dance career.

He sighed and said, "It is better to resolve enemies than to get them together. Why do you have to be so aggressive? As long as you are willing to let me go, I will agree to you any request."

Gao Fei said coldly: "Hmph, why didn't you say reconciliation when you showed off your power just now? Now, if you lose, you should fulfill your agreement."

"Yes, you little sticks are so hateful. Why don't you talk about reconciliation when you shamelessly attack your senior sister?"

"Little Kanzi, go parade, this is the result of your overestimation."

"Little Kanzi, today you understand the greatness of our Chinese and Korean martial arts."

Park Jung-hoon felt so regretful. He didn't expect that the result of this kick-off will be the one he wanted today.

Before they kicked the club, they had already received news that Yang Lin was deposed and that no one among the second-generation disciples could defeat him.

But when he came to the martial arts hall, he found that Yang Lin was not disabled at all, which made him dare not take action.

He even expected that his opponent would have a strange man like Bian Que, who could master the situation in one fell swoop.
Chapter completed!