Seeing Zhou Ye kick out, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Previously, when demonstrating the drill, Zhou used the same spin kick to smash dozens of wooden boards.

This kick was fast and hard, with a sound of wind. If it hit someone, the bones would be broken.

On the display stand.

Seeing Zhou Ye kicking him, Tang Li stretched out his arms, one in front of the other, like a bird holding its tail, and held Zhou Ye's right leg with one hand. At the same time, he stepped out and pressed the five fingers of his right hand on Zhou Ye's chest.

The energy exploded. In the clear sound, Zhou Ye flew out like a broken paper kite, smashed to the ground, rolled several times, and fell outside the booth.

"What's wrong!"

"Coach Zhou, are you okay?"

There was an uproar among the crowd, and the staff of the Long Martial Arts Hall gathered around and helped Zhou Ye up. Zhou Ye staggered, and just as he stood up, his face turned pale again, and he knelt on the ground, spitting out bitter water from his mouth.

"Is this also Tai Chi?"

"He must be a martial arts master..."

"Hey, where are the others?"

While people were discussing, Tang Li had already picked up the medicinal materials, turned around and left, disappearing into the crowd.
Chapter completed!