"Mr. Yang, you'd better go and see for yourself."

After hearing this, Yang Jun patted his thigh, stood up and said,

"Okay, I want to see if that guy has been beaten into a pig's head."

After saying that, he gave Nalan Qingmeng and the others a wink, and then went to the front yard with his hands behind his back.

Come to the front yard.

Yang Jun found that it was noisy there, and the door of the practice room was crowded with people, blocking the way.

Most of these spectators were the guards at his house and some nannies in the backyard.

If they couldn't get through the door, they looked in through the windows and exclaimed.

Yang Jun stood at the door and couldn't get in at all.

So, I jumped up, leaned on the shoulders of the guards and looked inside.

Seeing that it didn't matter, he almost burst into laughter.

I saw about ten people lying on the ground in various shapes.

They all tried their best to dress up, and it looked like they were practicing practitioners, but at this moment, they were lying on the ground, holding their arms and legs and howling non-stop.

In the entire practice room, there was just one person standing there, looking very blinking.

Yang Jun took a closer look and found that this person was none other than Sun Zhaocai.

At this moment, this guy is standing there happily.

He looked at the people lying around, with their nostrils pointing upward, looking arrogant.

"Grandma, there's not a single one that can beat me."

After saying that, Sun Zhaocai made a disdainful look.

The masters lying on the ground dared not speak out about this.

His skills are not as good as others, and his quick speaking skills are even more despising.

They were not injured as seriously as they thought, but none of them got up and continued the group fight.

If you can't beat a dozen or so people, don't be embarrassed by a few of them.

They pretended to lie on the ground and howled, and no one was willing to be the first to get up.

The guards watching at the door and windows were shouting, and some were whistling.

"You're good at attracting wealth. You didn't embarrass our security guards."

Some people started shouting, and others followed suit.

"Lucky, awesome Price."

"Lucky, I'll call you brother from now on."

Facing the crowd's booing, Sun Zhaocai was so awesome that he didn't know who he was.

"Haha, grandma, there's not a single one who can beat me... eh."

When Sun Zhaocai was about to show off to a group of colleagues, he suddenly saw the figure that frightened him, like a crowing rooster that was suddenly strangled by its neck.

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, made a 'thump', and lay straight back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment.

A few people who were not too concerned about the matter were about to step forward to check, but they saw Sun Zhaocai winking at them.

When they saw this, they seemed to understand something and subconsciously looked back.

"Mr. Yang."

Everyone stood still and respectfully.

When Yang Jun saw this, he slid off a guard angrily.

He glared at them, coughed dryly, and walked in with his hands behind his back.

Arriving in the middle of the practice room, he first looked at the masters who were beaten to the ground, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Then, he walked slowly to Sun Zhaocai.

"Still pretending?"

"Believe it or not, I tied him up and sent him directly to the food station?"

Sun Zhaocai, who was lying on the ground, heard this and knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, so he got up from the ground.

Seeing Yang Jun's cold eyes, Sun Zhaocai was so frightened that he quickly stopped talking, touched his arms, scratched his legs, and grinned: "I...I didn't mean to pretend, I'm in pain too."

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

However, seeing a faint trace of bloodshot eyes at the corner of Sun Zhaocai's mouth, he knew that Sun Zhaocai was not feeling well either.

After all, these masters were all famous masters invited by Ma Zhanshan, and they still had real skills. Presumably, although Sun Zhaocai won, it was a miserable victory.

Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He was a little disappointed with these so-called 'famous teachers' invited by Ma Zhanshan.

If you can't even do the job for the security guards around you, what qualifications do you have to educate your own children?

What's more, he lost the group fight.

Seeing Sun Zhaocai looking like he had done something wrong and feeling frightened, Yang Jun sighed.

"I will reward you with a hundred chicken legs later."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.

Yang Jun did not stay to deal with this matter. He knew that the so-called famous teachers lying on the ground did not want him to stay.

If they can't even defeat a guard next to them, how can they have the dignity to stay and teach their children?

Each other should save some face for each other, so as not to make the atmosphere tense.

Sun Zhaocai here was also confused when he heard this.

Yang Jun asked him to entertain these famous teachers, but he punished them before they even started teaching.

I thought Yang Jun would scold him, but instead of scolding him, Yang Jun rewarded him with a hundred chicken legs.

"Hey, thank you, Uncle Yang."

Smiling, smiling, suddenly his face became stiff.

"A hundred chicken legs?"

Sun Zhaocai smacked his lips and said: "Although I am a big loser, I can't finish it."

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Back in the backyard, Yang Jun sat there with a disappointed look on his face.

Yang Qingxiang and the others sat there with happy faces.

They must have heard about such a big thing happening in the front yard.

After something like this happened, Yang Jun would naturally not use those wine bags and rice bags anymore. Even if Yang Jun didn't mind, those so-called 'famous teachers' probably wouldn't have the face to stay.

"Hey, it seems that traditional martial arts is really going to decline."

Yang Jun sat there and sighed.

He was not angry at meeting these losers, but was disappointed with the decline of Chinese martial arts.

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Originally, he thought that he would like to invite some famous martial arts masters to teach his children so that they could feel the power of Chinese martial arts.

But now it seems.

Traditional martial arts can no longer adapt to the current environment.

The decline of national martial arts is not entirely due to them, but has many connections with changes in the general environment.

In peaceful times, killing techniques are no longer suitable for the development of the current era. Even if there are some international martial arts competitions, they are only for viewing.

It is impossible to learn real Kung Fu.

Even if Yang Jun personally teaches them Kung Fu, I'm afraid he won't be able to teach them true Kung Fu masters.

Yang Jun's Kung Fu was all honed on the battlefield and tested through blood and tears. Therefore, even if he taught it in person, it lacked real battlefield training and could not teach real Kung Fu.

"It's just, it's just that traditional martial arts doesn't work anymore."

When the girls heard what Yang Jun said, their faces were filled with joy.

A group of women cheered and surrounded him.

"Lao Yang, since they can't learn real kung fu, instead of letting the children waste their time, it's better to let them focus on studying, what do you think?"

After Huang Yani finished speaking, she looked at Yang Jun expectantly.
To be continued...