They felt that an opportunity had come. Seeing that Yang Jun was disappointed with traditional martial arts, they felt that their children no longer needed to learn kung fu.

A group of women looked at Yang Jun with eager faces.

As long as Yang Jun lets go, their children will not have to suffer these crimes.

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

Then, he lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Traditional kung fu is no longer good, but don't I still have to do it?"

After saying that, Yang Jun glanced at them meaningfully and said quietly: "What do you think of my kung fu?"

When the girls heard this, they pursed their lips and said nothing.

They have the most say in Yang Jun's martial arts.

Whether it's real Kung Fu or Kung Fu on a five-foot board, there's nothing to say.

If Yang Jun's kung fu is not good, then there will be no real kung fu in this world.

"Hey, Lao Yang, your kung fu is beyond words."

Meng Wenya hugged Yang Jun's arm and said coquettishly: "We sisters all admire your kung fu, how about... you teach us first, and as for the children... hehe."

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

"I want to teach you Kung Fu, and I also want to teach the children Kung Fu."

"ah?"

When all the women heard this, they all screamed with dissatisfaction on their faces.

When Yang Jun saw this, he was very funny and deliberately sighed,

"Hey, life is hard."

"I will teach the children kung fu during the day, and I will teach you at night. I owe you all my life."

"Hate."
Chapter completed!