As soon as Yang Lin heard this guy's question, he knew that the other party was going to be ruthless, no, he was ruthless.
Before this man started fighting, his energy and blood had already gathered in his waist. He loosened his hips and raised his knees, his feet were pointed, his legs were like roulette wheels, and his waist was like an axis.
"No protective gear is needed. If you touch a hair on my head, I will lose."
Yang Lin looked at the opponent in front of him funny.
Let’s call them opponents.
He found that he wanted to come here on a whim to earn some living expenses, or to suppress foreign martial arts in the Taekwondo gym and support local martial arts. It was originally easy for him.
But I didn't expect that after blending into the atmosphere, my heart would be touched.
The Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound Marrow Refining Technique, which had been running continuously, started to accelerate.
The whole body was numb and vibrating. At an unknown level, a little bit of subtle power like electric current penetrated the nerve endings everywhere.
The muscles become tighter little by little, and there is a strange power that is changing at the cellular level.
What mechanism was triggered? Perhaps it is a kind of anger, a kind of moving power.
Start small, think big, and look for things that move you.
It doesn’t mean that we need thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and a long-lasting war...
As long as you find something that touches you in your daily life, stick to it, and do it consistently, your martial will will be pure.
First there are small streams and rivers, then the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, and then the wild waves of the vast sea, which are out of control.
Therefore, no matter how weak the opponent in front of you is, at the core, this battle is still a battle for the destiny of the country.
A strong country and strong seeds can defend the enemy from outside the country and show its power in the four seas.
This is not a one-shot deal, it requires countless generations of punches and kicks to build boundless prestige.
We cannot allow the older generation to finish fighting and the next generation to kneel down again.
It is new every day, new every day, and new every day.
The updating of knowledge is like this, the progress of a person's self-cultivation is like this, and the power of martial arts is like this.
He suddenly discovered that the act of kicking the gym could also be beneficial for him to practice boxing with pure intention.
Yang Lin changed his playful attitude, a glint flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "What are you waiting for? The TV station is still waiting to take pictures of your heroic posture..."
"court death."
Yang Lin neither put on a show nor was careful with his relaxed and freehand attitude, which completely angered him.
Li Feng could no longer care about pretending to maintain his grace.
"You asked for this."
He carried the wind with one leg and swept it out with a whine. The posture of the leg was exactly the same as that of the red belt before.
However, worthy of being a black belt, Li Feng can change his moves very quickly.
When the legs were swept halfway, they sank down. When they landed on the ground, they changed their center of gravity, twisted their waist, waved their arms and turned around.
The other leg rose up from the ground like a poisonous snake, and with the force of rotation, it violently swept towards Yang Lin's neck.
Sweep kick, then turn around and kick mid-air.
The posture is handsome and the strength is great.
It can also be seen from this that Li Feng’s fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo is not a wasted reputation.
There are still a few brushes.
'Lift up your legs again. '
Cao Jingjing couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands.
Didn't see it.
You know, that Uncle Yang likes to beat players with high legs the most.
Why? Because once a person kicks his leg high enough, it takes time to step back to the ground.
In other words, his footing will inevitably be unstable and his advance and retreat will be a bit slow.
It will reveal huge flaws to others.
Cao Jingjing originally liked kicking people like this. That time she was almost stabbed in the waist by Wang Chao's Baguazhang, so she hated this move deeply.
This is a lesson learned in blood, even though there is no blood yet.
Sure enough, as soon as the thought in Cao Jingjing's mind came up, she saw Yang Lin's figure bending backwards like a willow leaf bent by the wind as Li Feng's swinging kick struck.
Judging from the fact that his feet were firmly nailed to the spot and motionless, only his upper body moved with the wind, he looked like an inhuman roly-poly.
With a flick back, that ferocious kick swept past the tip of his nose, just kicking Lonely.
Li Feng's spinning kick missed the target, but he didn't care.
With the waist as the axis, the body then rotates sharply, and the right leg rises again, raised to the chest, and turns into a wheel ax from top to bottom.
It's a whole series of kicks.
His right leg had just moved forward and before he started exerting force, he saw Yang Lin's face, facing him, only three feet away from him, only an arm's length away.
I also saw the trace of sarcasm on the corner of the other party's mouth.
"My leg skills are good, but they are only suitable for performances."
Faster than these words, a big hand like a leaf fan slapped him on the left cheek.
Snapped……
There was an extremely clear and crisp sound, like a firecracker being set off.
Li Feng's eyes were stunned by the slap, and he flew up from the side. He fell five meters away and fell to the ground with a bang.
He was stunned for a while, staggered up, and in front of everyone's stunned eyes, he staggered and fell to the ground again with a bang on his head.
This time, Li Feng stood up without struggling, but just knelt on the ground and started crying.
This slap shattered all his confidence and glory.
There were five black and blue finger marks visible to the naked eye on the left side of his face, and half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, which was shocking to see.
It wasn't very hurt, but it was quite insulting.
"Is this a black belt?"
Yang Lin looked at Li Wanji with confusion on his face.
Zhu Jia was no longer unprofessional this time, and there was an astonishing look in his eyes.
Quietly gesturing, he asked several cameras and lights to find the best position, and took several close-ups of Li Feng, who was still crying with a swollen face.
What's the big news?
This is big news.
At this time, she actually understood the meaning of Yang Lin's previous words.
I have some big news for you. It doesn’t matter if you want it or not. Anyway, I’m going to start a fight.
"Did he really never think that he would lose?"
Thinking of that day when Yang Lin stood in front of the gate of Tianxing Villa Community, with three international killers at his feet, two dead and one injured, he looked funny and like a clown while talking there.
Now that I think about it, it turns out that I am a clown.
What they said has always been true. He was indeed the one who caught those killers.
Just because you don't believe it, you don't think others are boasting and taking credit.
If you have eyes that don’t recognize gold and jade, that’s it.
Zhu Jia felt apologetic in her heart, and looked at Yang Lin with a strange look.
How strong is he? He just swung back and forth like a roly-poly, and slapped the black belt in the Taekwondo gym until he knelt down and cried.
He didn't even show off his martial arts skills.
This is definitely not impossible, but the opponent's strength is not worth showing off.
What other methods does he have?
Thinking of this, Zhu Jia's heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
…
Koreans and Japanese are spreading their art in large numbers in China, opening in all large and medium-sized cities in China.
As a result, everyone in the world knows the names of karate and taekwondo. When they think of learning martial arts, even the most elite group of rich people, white-collar workers and officials in society will send their children to learn these two martial arts, let's call them martial arts.
As for the original Chinese martial arts, they have long been submerged in the long river of history. What are the things that have been spread?
Today either this master was faked, or that master was knocked down by a punch from a strong ordinary person.
You said you can't do martial arts. You should have told me earlier. Can you be a little self-aware?
Don’t go into the ring and don’t embarrass yourself in front of the whole world.
As a result, when the last fig leaf was torn off, everyone could see that those who practiced Chuanwu were fighting like shrews dancing wildly with their fists and kicks.
After beating him, he was punched in the face.
fainted.
I fainted and was taken to the hospital.
You say, under such circumstances, if others still learn martial arts, isn’t that an illness?
On the contrary, it was karate and taekwondo. Each one of them was kicking more beautifully than dancing, and they were shouting loudly.
Wearing uniform clothes, the men are handsome and the women are beautiful.
It's both beautiful and powerful to fight.
Then, the most bizarre thing is that no one dares to kick their gym.
Even the country will not pay attention to this normal business competition.
In fact, the country has never said that you cannot go to karate and taekwondo gyms.
However, among the Chinese people, there are many people who are just trying to make money, and no one is willing to go through the thankless task of playing for such a powerful organization.
Those who are incompetent cannot beat them, but those who are capable are unwilling to offend others for various reasons.
Later, Taekwondo and Karate became the traditional Chinese studies of the younger generation...
Go to any high school, junior high school, or elementary school.
Of the ten children who practice martial arts in extracurricular interest classes, nine and a half are learning taekwondo and karate. What does this mean?
At this time, you can brag about your martial arts prowess...
The next generation has been completely brainwashed and conquered, so what's the use of just some older generations remembering the glory of the past?
At this moment, Zhu Jia deeply understood what was going on with the blazing flame that occasionally floated in the eyes of the young police officer who was wearing a white shirt and looked handsome.
Underneath the playful smile, there is actually an anger that angers him and mourns his misfortune.
Although his attack was not serious, the insult was profound and severe.
The purpose of attacking at will is to bend and break the opponent's Chinese culture backbone starting from this Taekwondo gym.
"Shoot, shoot well, don't miss any wonderful shot."
The tip of Zhu Jia's nose was sweating, not from heat, but from excitement.
As for Cao Jingjing, there were only little stars in her eyes at this time, and she almost turned into a fan girl and raised her hands in cheers.
In fact, she actually raised her hand, she just yelled and put her hand down a little embarrassed.
Just looking at the dark face of President Li of the Taekwondo Gym and another person walking out of the black belt coaching team.
This man was thirty-one or twelve years old, with a steady body and thick limbs, and he walked with a long stride.
In just a few steps, he stood seven meters in front of Yang Lin.
"I am Liu Wenjun, with a sixth-degree black belt rating, a professional background, and a first-level coaching qualification certificate. I am here to ask you for advice."
Even after seeing his colleague Li Feng's miserable defeat, Liu Wenjun's expression did not fluctuate and remained calm, showing his strong self-confidence.
"Is Liu Wenjun going to take action now? He is the pillar of the S Province Taekwondo Gym. If he also loses, who else here can play?"
"He won't lose. Don't you know what a six-degree black belt means?
Coach Liu not only has rich experience in teaching boxing, but also participated in hundreds of competitions in his early years. He once won a silver medal in a championship and was also very good in actual combat. "
A fat man with a big belly said with a smile, looking at Li Wanji unable to take his eyes away.
This is Chairman Wu, a well-known real estate developer in this province. He spends millions in membership fees at the Taekwondo gym every year and is Li Wanji's number one die-hard fan.
He also introduced many wealthy people to come to the gym for leisure.
Whether it's practicing boxing, losing weight, or trying to pick up girls.
Anyway, this membership fee is nothing to them, it's just for fun.
Zhang Tong ignored Wu Dong's joke and just swung the wine glass, the red wine swaying in the glass.
She was sitting on a high stool, her beautiful legs dangling slightly.
This is the mood of relaxing watching a play.
Like Chairman Wu, her identity is not simple either. She is the president of the French Chanel Group in five provinces in South China.
The difference is that she is an expert.
I once learned powerful swordsmanship from a master, and my vision is very good.
It has long been seen that Yang Lin takes action casually and does not show his strength.
What is powerful is not the moves, but the precise vision, grasp of timing, and control of spatial distance.
Others can't understand, but she can.
Knowing the strength of such a person, one often cannot judge it from the surface.
The opponent is like a book, thick and profound. You will never know what kind of trump card he has until he shows it.
"Is he a policeman? There's something exciting to watch now."
Zhang Tong pursed her lips and took a sip, her bright red lips curved slightly, and her charming eyes were full of smiles.
…
As the president of the association, Li Wanji is not as calm as she appears on the surface.
She watched Liu Wenjun come on the stage, still feeling a little uneasy, and arranged in a low voice: "Hurry up and make a call and have Wang Chao come to the Taekwondo gym as quickly as possible. The time has come when he needs to take action.
With a salary of more than 40,000 yuan per month, sitting in the office and facing challenges is just for this day.
Tell him that he must fight hard this time, otherwise, if people come to challenge him every now and then, then will my gym still be open?
I can't afford to be blamed at home. "
After the arrangements were made, she made another phone call: "Hello, Director Cao? What on earth do you mean..."
…
"It looks a bit like it, but it's still not enough."
Yang Lin looked up and down at Liu Wenjun who came to the stage to challenge.
He shook his head and said: "I advise you to go together.
With these three-legged cat skills, you can just play in the mud at home, so why come to China to teach?
In the past, everyone didn't bother to pay attention to you jumping around, but unexpectedly, Taekwondo started to tremble. "
"That's unreasonable. Defeat me first and then talk."
No matter how calm Liu Wenjun was, he couldn't help it when faced with Yang Lin's contempt and ridicule.
If you don't have a temper, then why do you practice boxing?
Isn’t it good to teach with peace of mind?
When he is not moving, he is as quiet as a pine tree.
When it moves, it's like a running tiger.
His arms moved rapidly, his legs were raised high, his body was bent forward, and he stepped forward on the ring.
Seeing that he was still three meters away from Yang Lin, his figure suddenly jumped into the air.
He had seen the consequences of Li Feng's high leg and roundhouse kick earlier.
But he thought he was different.
It is indeed different.
His legs were heavier, faster, harder.
The legs are in the air, sometimes flexed and sometimes extended, and as the body rotates, sweep and kick the hook point...
In an instant, he changed four postures in a row and attacked Yang Lin's head.
This guy is worthy of being a sixth-degree black belt, and his basic skills are indeed amazingly strong.
The thick tendons on the thighs bulged so high that the trouser legs were about to burst.
The kicking of the legs is like a guillotine, cutting with sharp wind and screaming.
This has reached the level of breaking wood and cracking rocks.
Everyone present understood it.
Generally speaking, Taekwondo fighters with advanced black belts can basically break a wooden stake the size of a bowl without injuring their legs.
After practicing for many years, once you fight and sweep your legs, it will be no less than a blow with a thick steel rod.
Seeing his ferocious attack, even some of the students couldn't help but become frightened.
They know how hard the coaches' punches can be.
"Take off?"
Yang Lin suddenly laughed.
"It's really good-looking. It could be used in movies."
The strong wind blew against his face, but this time he did not stand still, but walked through flowers and around trees.
Sticking to the edge of the leg, he circled around and arrived behind Liu Wenjun, who was flying in the air.
There were exclamations all around.
It is completely unimaginable that there are people who deal with Taekwondo like this.
Face to face, the legs are strong, how can you not block, do not put on airs to respond to the enemy, and still run behind him?
What kind of play is this?
The poplar trees crisscrossed each other like stepping on plum blossoms, and the wind on the water was extremely graceful.
As soon as Liu Wenjun moved, he also moved, just like a ballroom dance passing by each other, incredible, but just right.
Before the exclamation ended, everyone had an idea in their minds. Liu Wenjun was flying in the air, unable to turn around. How was he going to deal with it?
The fact is, there is no way.
Yang Lin took two steps around and reached behind Liu Wenjun, then slapped him in the face.
He pulled back.
One flies forward and the other draws back.
Snapped……
This time it was louder.
The slap echoed in everyone's heart.
Woohoo...
Liu Wenjun was still flying in the air when a big slap came on the back of his head.
The beating made him crooked, his body was like a crashed plane, his arms and legs were tumbling and dancing.
There was a bang and he fell on his face...
When he raised his face, his nose was full of blood and the left side of his face was swollen like a pig's head.
"you……"
He spat out a mouthful of blood and his broken front teeth, and said angrily.
"What am I? Didn't I fight according to your style? Did I insert an eye, or did I tease?
I just slapped you.
Oh, by the way, I'm not wearing gloves. How about we put on the gloves and fight again? "
Yang Lin stood in the field, his white clothes fluttering, and his lips were full of sarcasm.
"President Li, if they are all this kind of people, I can honestly say that I will beat ten of these black belt coaches."
Yang Lin's eyes were stern, "Let's go together."
…
PS: There is no other meaning in writing this chapter. I just saw the children of my friends and relatives learning Taekwondo, and when they came back, they were punching and kicking me in a haha, which made me feel sick.
Not to mention, the tuition is still very expensive. Ask him or her why they don’t learn martial arts, and ask me, what is martial arts?
Feel something in your heart, enjoy the book, don't go online.
Asking for a monthly ticket.
