Zhang Xiaoping explained with a smile: "Uncle Wu, I've been paying attention. I'm not in a hurry and drive slower. It's just that these guests are a little weaker. They just need to rest."
Old Uncle Wu looked at Peng Feng and the others and said with a smile: "Don't see anyone else when you come to our training ground. Just tell me if you need anything. Oh... By the way, you can just call me Old Wu from now on."
Peng Feng and the others also smiled and said a few polite words.
Zhang Xiaoping saw that those who were motion sick had recovered a little, so he put away his smile and said: "Teacher Huang, since these guests are peripheral members of the Urban Management Department participating in the training, you are all under my control from now on. .”
Peng Feng was a little confused. What kind of training class? I never said that! Didn't we just talk about a party? How come we, a group of underground party members, were all turned into members of some peripheral organization of the urban management department?
Zhang Xiaoping ignored him, looked at everyone and said loudly: "Welcome to join the Qinghetan training class. From today on, I will be your instructor. You can call me Instructor Ye Zi, or Instructor Xiaoye. Now I Announce the discipline and schedule of the training class for the next week."
"Um...Instructor Xiaoye, wait a minute, we are just here for a party, not for any training, and it doesn't take a week. We will only stay for two days and then leave." Peng Feng quickly explained.
At this time, several people in the team had already noticed that something was wrong. Among them, two sturdy young men quietly took a few steps closer to a middle-aged man in a long gown in the middle.
But they found that except for the young officer in front of them and the old military leader next to them, there were no soldiers around. It seemed that this was not the worst situation.
Zhang Xiaoping said seriously: "I'm sorry, Teacher Huang, the order I received is to conduct basic training for you guests, train your basic skills and weapon usage abilities as agents, and also make your bodies stronger. .”
At this time, several people in the crowd looked nervously at the middle-aged man in a long gown. The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and secretly motioned to the strong man next to him with his eyes.
This sturdy man wearing a blue jacket stood out from the crowd and asked with a smile: "Brother Ye Zi, I think you are not yet 20 years old. What skills do you have that can train us?"
Zhang Xiaoping showed his trademark shy smile and said: "Brother, if you have the ability or not, you will know if you try it?"
The man laughed and walked over, rolling up his sleeves as he walked and saying, "Come on, come on, I'll help my little brother."
Zhang Xiaoping still stood with his hands behind his back and said to the man with a smile: "Brother, be careful."
That man was the highest-ranking security guard among this group of people. He had practiced Shaolin Kungfu since he was a child. He had few opponents when he was in the base area. Although he didn't believe that this young boy had any real abilities, he still fought like a lion and a rabbit. With all his strength, he lowered his legs into the horse stance, made a fist stance with his hands, and said, "Come on."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the young officer in front of him rushing towards him like a whirlwind without showing any strength in his legs. The man was shocked. He punched out with his right hand and placed his left hand across his chest to protect the door, attacking and defending. Quite organized.
Zhang Xiaoping also secretly praised him after seeing it. He was an experienced master, but without any warning, he suddenly stopped and saw that the man's punch was less than an inch in front of his chest, leaving no power left.
At this time, a horrified look appeared in the man's eyes. The young man's advances and stops were completely contrary to common sense. How could he stop at a speed as fast as the wind? And he didn't even swing his upper body, it was like the mechanical term "inertia" didn't exist in him at all.
But at this time, the man's punch was already too old, and he only knew that this young man turned out to be the only master he had ever seen in his life.
But now I know it's too late.
Only then did Zhang Xiaoping make a lightning move, grabbing the wrist of the man's right hand that he was about to take back, and at the same time he stepped forward, with his right foot touching the man's right heel that was about to retreat, and pushed him to the chest with the force he regained.
Now the man couldn't retreat. He saw the young man pushing his right hand to strike at the left hand that was protecting his chest. His right hand was numb for some reason and he couldn't exert any force. He saw that the young man pushed him into defense with just one move. The embarrassing situation of being unable to defend and unable to retreat.
In fact, this move is the Yun Shou in Wudang boxing, which emphasizes moving a thousand pounds in four ounces and following the trend. If the opponent's punch is strong and the strength is not exhausted, you can use the force to pull outward to make the opponent's body unstable and expose greater flaws. If the opponent withdraws his fist, you can also push forward and go straight to the opponent's center. Of course, the key is that you must be able to judge the situation and make accurate and powerful shots.
In fact, Zhang Xiaoping had used this Yun Shou move when he first debuted, when he competed with the masters of the 18th Regiment of the National Army, but now he can use it more easily than at that time, and with the addition of footwork, he can defeat the opponent in one go. Pushed to the brink of failure.
The man's center of gravity was already unstable because his hands and feet were blocked, but Zhang Xiaoping's left hand lightly rested on his shoulder. As long as he exerted force, he would make a fool of himself on the spot.
But Zhang Xiaoping suddenly stopped his hand at the critical moment, jumped back like a ghost, put his fists in his fists and said, "This big brother, I accept the concession."
Peng Feng and the dozen or so people felt that their eyes were blurred. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were in a hurry and let go as soon as they touched. The winner was determined?
The man's face was red, and he sighed and said: "I lost because my skills were inferior to others, so I am convinced." He already knew that this young man was much better than him, and while he was filled with admiration, he was also a little shocked. How does such a young master practice? Did you really start practicing martial arts from your mother's womb?
Zhang Xiaoping smiled slightly, and at some point he held a dark pistol in his left hand.
The man was shocked, his pupils shrank suddenly, his feet moved, and one person stood in front of everyone.
Of course he knew about this pistol. It was also the only pistol among the participants this time. It was hidden in his waist just now, and now it was held in the hand of the boy. The boy's left hand came out of his back at some point. He took out the gun from his waist, but he didn't know anything about it, and cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead unconsciously.
Zhang Xiaoping ignored everyone's vigilant glances, but looked at the pistol in his hand and said: "The Browning M1900 pistol, also called the Gun Brand Pistol, is a good gun, but it's a bit old."
After speaking, he looked at the man and said, "This brother is watching."
After saying a series of dazzling movements with his hands, there was only a "crackling" sound, and the Browning M1900 pistol turned into parts on the ground.
