Ma Zhanshan walked to the middle of the yard, opened his posture, and said,

"Brother Yang, please enlighten me."

Yang Jun looked at Ma Zhanwu. He had strong muscles and a burly body, giving people the feeling of a humanoid Mount Tai.

His legs were like old tree roots firmly rooted to the ground, and it was obvious that the kung fu on his legs was extraordinary.

Although Ma Zhanshan had decades of hard work, Yang Jun was still sure to defeat him within three rounds.

However, these moves of his are all killing moves on the battlefield, and the emphasis is on killing the enemy with one move.

But Ma Zhanshan was just a martial arts fanatic, and the two of them were just fighting each other. Yang Jun was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control him and would accidentally hurt him.

So, he smiled and waved his hand to Ma Zhanshan and said,

"Master Ma, we are friends. If you just stretch your arms and legs, it would be unkind. Why don't we have a literary competition?"

When Ma Zhanshan heard this, he put away his posture and said doubtfully,

"What kind of literary comparison method?"

Yang Jun turned around and looked around, then walked to the plum blossom pile, patted a wooden pile and said,

"Master Ma, let's each kick three legs. Whoever can break this wooden stake will win. How about that?"

Hearing this, Ma Zhanshan smiled and said,

"Brother Yang, this is impossible. Let alone three kicks, even three hundred kicks can't stop it."

Even several of Ma Zhanshan's disciples shook their heads and said they couldn't.

"I have been following the master since I was four years old. In more than 20 years, I have never seen a broken wooden stake."

"It's impossible. We brothers practice with wooden stakes every day. Not to mention breaking them when we kick them, there aren't even any cracks."

"A wooden stake as thick as a thigh cannot be broken without human power."

Everyone shook their heads, thinking that everyone could break the wooden stake.

Even Ma Juzi and Yi Qiushui felt that Yang Jun was talking nonsense.

Especially Yi Qiushui, she is a highly educated person and believes in science. A wooden stake as thick as this cannot be shaken even if it does not have the strength of a thousand pounds.

However, Ma Wumei looked at the weak Yang Jun and thought that he deliberately put forward this harsh condition in order to cause a draw. In this way, everyone would keep playing and their own face would be saved.

Ma Zhanshan took a step forward and said, "Brother Yang, I can't stop kicking this stake. If you can break it, Ma will be willing to admit defeat."

Yang Jun smiled and said nothing.

He turned back towards the wooden stake.

He stood one leg away from the stake and pulled out his shirt from his waistband.

Keep your left foot stationary and move your right leg slowly backward.

He stared closely at the wooden stake, visually measuring the distance and focus point, and quickly calculating the speed and distance in his mind.

The legs are tight and all the strength of the body is concentrated on the right leg.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Just listen to the sound of "ha",

Yang Jun moved.

His legs were like lightning, retreating at the slightest touch.

"ah!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Everyone focused their attention on the wooden pile.

The wooden stake did not break as expected, but cracked from top to bottom with a crack as thick as a little finger.

Everyone looked at Yang Jun in disbelief, with shocked expressions on their faces as if they had seen a ghost, and their mouths opened wide, as if they could swallow an egg.

"Snapped!"

Yang Jun stepped out again, and the wooden stake as thick as his thigh broke.

The broken end of the wooden stake fell to the ground with a crash.

legs.

Whole legs.

Yang Jun suddenly kicked the wooden stake and broke it.

The courtyard was silent.

Everyone stared intently at Yang Jun and the wooden stake on the ground.

Even Yi Qiushui opened her eyes wide, covering her mouth and looking at him stupidly.

Only then did she realize that Yang Junli's two first-class meritorious deeds were well deserved. Without this skill, let alone meritorious service, there was no telling whether he would have come back alive.

Yang Jun squatted down and touched the broken part of the wooden pile, shook his head and sighed: "This body is getting worse and worse."

In the past, he could break such a thick wooden stake with one kick, but now he had to kick it twice.

Before he was discharged from the army, he could still concentrate on training in the army. Since returning from his job, he has given up all other exercise except running in the morning.

A person's peak physical strength is between thirty-five and forty-five years old. He does not want his body to become useless when he is only in his early thirties.

Therefore, he decided to resume training starting tomorrow.

Even if Yi Qiushui puts on any provocative pose in the morning, he will not hesitate.

It took about half a minute.

Only then did everyone slow down.

Ma Zhanshan strode up to Yang Jun, cupped his fists and said,

"Brother Yang, I have given up."

Ma Zhanshan was bold and generous, and he admitted defeat unambiguously in front of his children and apprentices.

Several of his disciples also clasped their fists and repeatedly expressed their admiration.

"Director Yang, good work."

Yang Jun smiled, waved his hand and said: "Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

These words made everyone's faces turn red.

If this isn't even worth mentioning, I don't know what else is worth mentioning.

Everyone returned to the living room and sat down again. Everyone exchanged glasses and had a lively chat.

"Brother Yang, brother, I have never obeyed anyone in my life. Today, brother, you are one of them."

Ma Zhanshan sighed while holding the wine bowl.

People who practice martial arts have a common problem: they are very confident in their own kung fu and never give in easily.

But today.

Yang Jun taught them a lesson, letting them see what it means: "There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

If Yang Jun hadn't proposed Wenbi, he might not even be able to withstand someone's kick.

Obviously, people were afraid of hurting him, so they proposed Wenbi.

Although everyone toasted me a cup and I toasted you a bowl, Yang Jun could see that Ma Zhanshan seemed to be in a very heavy mood, as if he had the feeling of a hero in his twilight years, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Brother Yang, when you have nothing to do in the future, come to my place and show your skills to open the eyes of these idiots."

"sure."

Yang Jun looked at his several apprentices, all of whom were talented and talented. For a moment, he felt a love for talent. He couldn't help but ask,

"I don't know where you guys are employed. If you don't mind, I recommend you to work in the security department of the steel rolling mill."

As soon as Yang Jun finished speaking, several of Ma Zhanshan's apprentices immediately had golden eyes.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Director Yang, can we really go to work in the steel rolling mill?"

"What? I, the director of the steel rolling mill, am so unreliable?" Yang Jun said with a smile.

"No...no, it's just that the news came too suddenly, I can't believe it."

The young man who spoke stood up and clasped his fists and said: "Wu Dazhao is willing to follow Factory Director Yang for the rest of his life."

"Okay, we will all be brothers from now on. If you don't let me down, I will never let you down." Yang Jun looked serious and toasted him with a glass of wine.

Wu Dazhao held the wine bowl in both hands and drank it in one gulp.

"Tang Aimin is willing to attach the tail fin."

"Count me Luo Xiaojun."

"..."
To be continued...