The director Wang Meng, the director, spoke, and Long Wenyi and others rushed over.

Ping-pong, three punches and two kicks, kicking these arrogant guys out.

The Taekwondo Pavilion owner was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, and his face was so scared that he didn't dare to yell anymore, so he left in a mess.

Compared with the real ancient martial arts, they are just scum.

"Uncle-in-law? They should still find accomplices, right?" Long Wenyi was still interested and asked Wang Meng with a pretty blushing face.

Seeing the little girl's excited expression, Wang Meng sucked her teeth. This was definitely a violent little loli.

"If you beat the younger ones, the older ones will naturally make a move. This is common sense." Wang Meng said.

"Ennie! That's great." Long Wenyi turned around excitedly and ran backwards.

"What are you doing?" Wang Meng wondered.

"I'll take the kitchen knife. Haven't you heard that? Ancient martial arts have to fight the kitchen knife, and even the gods have to be beaten." After Long Wenyi said that, he ran into the back kitchen.

Wang Meng was convinced, how could he hear this? Have you ever seen ancient martial artists fight with kitchen knives?

After a while, Long Wenyi ran back with a kitchen knife in one hand, followed by an anxious chef: "My knife, my knife!"

Long Wenyi ignored him, but he strode around: "Are you here? Are you here?"

Wang Meng sucked his teeth straight.

"Owner? How can I cook without a knife?" The chef was a guest star in Long Feihu. In fact, there were only two classes a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and two liners were rotated. No one was eating here, and only Wang Meng and others were eating.

"Are you stupid? If you can't make it, just take Baidu takeout!" Wang Meng said.

Ah? The chef Long Feihu was stunned. He thought to himself, his brother-in-law is really abusive to children.

Long Feihu was not angry and went out to buy a box of kitchen knives.

Wang Meng was completely convinced that these guys were all cheating.

Wang Meng guessed correctly. In the afternoon, the owner came again and brought an old man and several students.

The old man had the aura of ancient martial arts.

"Master? It's them." The owner of the museum pulled Wang Meng and others with a stroke.

"Ahem, I didn't do it." Wang Meng laughed and said.

Long Feifeng was so angry that he was stunned by the unrighteous Wang Meng.

"Are you the director? How dare you ask for your honorable name?" When the old man saw that Long Feiwu was standing behind Wang Meng, he knew that Wang Meng was the director, and he was very polite.

He has a good attitude, but Wang Meng has always been a polite relationship.

"Haha, Wang Meng!" Wang Meng bowed and said with a smile.

"According to the martial arts rules, you rob us students and we challenge them to solve them. Is it in line with the rules?" the old man looked at Wang Meng and said.

"This is China, not your Han Kingdom. China does not allow any form of military struggle." Wang Meng said lightly, thinking to himself, the rules of martial arts, rules of your grandma. The rules of martial arts are that whoever has a strong fist will set rules. A fool's hat!

The old man was speechless and was choked by Wang Meng, and his thin face shook.

Wang Meng suddenly saw Long Wenyi's little eyes.

"However, it's OK to compete." Wang Meng suddenly grinned.

Long Wenyi was happy.

"That's good. There is a saying in China that enemies should be resolved rather than formed. I will resolve the grudges between you and my disciples for him. I will not bully you younger generations. I will fight with you all. No matter what you win or lose, what if you get and lose?" said the old man.

"Are you sure?" Wang Meng looked at the old man like a fool.

"Confirm." The old man nodded.

"What are you waiting for? Beat it? Don't want the sandbag you delivered to your door?" Wang Meng suddenly shouted to Long Wenyi and the others.

Ao!

The Little Tyrannosaurus Dragon, who had been unable to wait for a long time, immediately rushed up with his kitchen knife.

Damn it!

Wang Meng covered his eyes. If so many people beat one, do you still use a kitchen knife? Where can the old man go to make sense?

The dragon flies, the dragon flies, the dragon flies, and the dragon flies in the sky. Although the old man is an ancient martial arts, his strength is much worse than theirs.

They disdain.

Long Feihu is also a general, and it is easier than Long Literature. He followed Long Literature and rushed towards the old man.

The old man started to be awesome. He was booming, and behind his hands, he wanted to play two elegant moves.

But!

Puff!

Long Wenyi is as fast as lightning, and a kitchen knife is on the old man's shoulder.

Ao!

The old man retreated suddenly, looking frightened. How old is this girl? At such a fast speed? He didn't even avoid it?

Bang!

The old man was still frightened, and Long Feihu hit his back with a punch.

Long Feihu was accurate and did not hit his back, otherwise the old man would have traveled to the west.

But even so, the old man could not stand the power of the dragon clan.

laugh!

The old man flew forward and his mouth was bleeding.

"Uncle Hu? Don't snatch me, otherwise I will chop it up with you.

"Long Wenyi was not satisfied yet, and when he saw Uncle Hu breaking the sandbag, he was anxious.

Forehead!

Long Feihu hurriedly retreated.

Dang.

Long Wenyi threw away the kitchen knife and rushed towards the old man.

She was afraid of killing the old man, so the heroine didn't use a knife.

Ping Ping Pong. This beating.

Even the old man cried and called him mother. How painful does it hurt?

The owner and several students were stunned.

"Okay! If you fight again, you will be killed." Wang Meng suddenly shouted and stopped. He was still excited. The small Tyrannosaurus was still angry.

"Next!" The little Tyrannosaurus really didn't fight enough, so he gave up on the old man and went straight to the owner of the museum.

At this time, the old man was covered in blood and rolled his eyes, as if he couldn't do it anymore.

The owner of the museum saw that the little Tyrannosaurus ran to him, so he was so scared that he ran away. However, he was not as fast as the little Tyrannosaurus. He was kicked away by the little Tyrannosaurus, and the person was beaten and kicked by the little Tyrannosaurus in the air. The owner of the museum made the nose and mouth bleeding. When he landed on the ground, he was already unconscious.

"Ao!" The little Tyrannosaurus roared, turned around and rushed to the students again.

At this time, the students woke up from the shock. With a mom, they turned around and ran away, but it was too late.

Ping-Pong, howling ghosts and wolves, all the students were beaten down.

"Ahem, literature? You need to be civilized, do you know? You have to remember that you are a literary youth, do you know? Okay, leave a few moves to carry the person back, otherwise you will have to carry it." Wang Meng slowly stopped the little Tyrannosaurus.

"Uncle-in-law? Let's go back with them? Let's challenge them directly?" Long Wenyi stopped when he heard that he was going to be a young female literary woman, but he said with unsatisfactory feelings.

Wang Meng, who was sitting on the chair, almost slipped out to the ground when he heard this.

The old man and others were all trembling when they heard this. They all experienced the excellence of this literary young woman and were afraid.

"Remember what you said! Get out! Next time, I will ruin you!" Wang Meng ignored the little Tyrannosaurus and said to the old man who had recovered from the fight against Ting and had recovered.

The old man said nothing, and made people carry the unconscious owner and run away.

"Uncle-in-law? I guess this Taekwondo hall is aborted. If we don't challenge this Taekwondo hall, we will challenge other families? What Taekwondo and Karate have turned them off, and only our martial arts hall is left. Isn't it profitable? "Long Wenyi looked at Wang Meng hopefully and swallowed his saliva.

Wang Meng shivered: "Do you think it's delicious? You're still full of oil? We want to convince people with virtue. If they don't provoke them, we won't take the initiative to kick the restaurant. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!