Extract Xiuxian University at the beginning

"It's very simple. We win three out of five. You can send anyone out as you like. You can also play, Master Guo."

Park Zhenghuan said.

"Huh, Dong Hao, come and fight the first game."

Guo Zhenyang snorted coldly and said.

"Yes, Master."

A tall man among the many disciples stood up. He was the second most powerful student in the Zhenyang Martial Arts Hall after his senior brother. He was not weak in strength and could be considered a master of Ming Jin.

Dong Hao stood up and entered the ring. With a look of arrogance on his face, he looked at the group of Taekwondo students and said disdainfully: "Which one of you will come?"

"I'm here to play with you."

A Taekwondo student with a boyish hairstyle stood up.

The two sides stood on the ring, saluted, and then started fighting.

Dong Hao was practicing Iron Sand Palm. At this time, his palms turned red and he struck at the opponent fiercely.

Iron Sand Palm takes a fierce route. As long as he seizes the opportunity, he will press forward step by step and force the opponent to fight with him.

Dong Hao has developed Ming Jin, and his hands are very powerful. If he fights hard with him, he may break his bones.

He had also heard of the Wansheng Taekwondo Gym. Not long after it opened, it went everywhere to challenge the boxing gyms in Jiangcheng City, promote Taekwondo culture, and belittle Chinese martial arts.

The boxing gyms that were challenged failed, causing many students to quit the gyms and turn to Taekwondo.

Therefore, when the Zhenyang Boxing Gym received the challenge from the Taekwondo Gym, Guo Zhenyang arranged a roster for the fight and told him not to show mercy.

I want to show off my Chinese martial arts style.

Seeing Dong Hao's strike with such force and force that a stone could be broken into pieces, the Taekwondo student fighting him smiled contemptuously.

He raised his leg and kicked it over.

Dong Hao's face showed sarcasm, he actually dared to take this slap from himself, he really didn't know how to live or die.

Boom!

The two of them collided with their palms and feet, making a muffled sound.

However, the broken leg did not appear as Dong Hao imagined. On the contrary, his palm still ached slightly.

This surprised him.

The opponent's legs were so hard, I couldn't help but put away my contempt.

The fight between the two on the stage was quite exciting, and the students below cheered from time to time.

Zhao Wanxue and Wang Yuhan also watched with great interest.

But Lin Fan found it a bit boring.

Originally, he thought there might be something he could learn from in this martial arts. After all, martial arts is prosperous now, and there are endless masters of acquired skills and innate masters.

As a result, watching these two people fight, he felt like he was watching two babies fighting.

He practiced the Twelve Immortal Martial Arts and felt that both Taekwondo and Iron Sand Palm were crude and incomparable to his Twelve Immortal Martial Arts.

If he had known this, he would not have come and wasted Zhao Wanxue's 1,000 yuan.

Huh.

It seems that he has not collected Wang Yuhan’s tuition fees.

Oh, forget it, it’s not easy for this girl not to have a job. Now she lives in Xiuxian University, and everything she eats is grown by Ah Tang, and she only goes down the mountain to buy meat.

The 5,000 tuition fee Zhao Wanxue gave him was enough for a while.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Dong Hao was kicked out of the ring.

"Concession, concession."

The taekwondo student pretended to hold his hands in front of him, and then got off the ring.

The students at Zhenyang Martial Arts School felt very aggrieved. They originally expected Dong Hao to beat him up, but he didn't expect that he couldn't.

Guo Zhenyang's face was also a little gloomy. He did not expect that Dong Hao would lose. It seemed that the other party was indeed prepared.

"Zhao Hu, you play the second game."

"Yes, Master."

The man standing behind Guo Zhenyang entered the ring.

"Big Brother."

"Big Brother."

"..."

The disciples of Zhenyang Martial Arts School cheered, it was obvious that Zhao Hu was very strong in their hearts.

"Chen Ping, go up and play with him."

Park Zhenghuan smiled and spoke.

"Yes, teacher."

Chen Ping came on stage, hugged Zhao Hu and said, "Please."

"drink."

Zhao Hu exhaled loudly and took a posture, with his knees slightly bent, his right hand clenched on his waist, and his left hand turned into a palm facing Chen Ping. He was full of posture and powerful.

Zhenyang Martial Arts School teaches a lot of martial arts.

Iron Sand Palm, Baguazhang, Wing Chun and the like are all taught.

But the most famous one is Hong Quan, and among all the disciples, only Zhao Hu is qualified to learn Hong Quan.

What he learned was the double form of tiger and crane, which is powerful and extremely lethal.

Seeing Zhao Hu, he opened his posture.

Chen Ping smiled slightly, not paying attention to Zhao Hu at all. He moved his feet and kicked forward very fast. The sound of strong wind sounded in the air, and he whizzed towards Zhao Hu.

This kick was so powerful that if it was hit, the bones and tendons would be broken. Chen Ping used all his strength as soon as he hit, without any intention of holding back.

Seeing Chen Ping's kick, a sharp light flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, his left hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed it fiercely, just like a move to capture the tiger. His tiger claws were so sharp that they were like a piece of wood. Can be scratched through.

The Kung Fu of Taekwondo is all about the feet. If you catch one of the opponent's feet, you will win the game.

Chen Ping sneered, and the right foot he kicked forward unexpectedly retracted instantly, twisted his body, and kicked Zhao Hu in the head.

Guo Zhenyang frowned slightly. Although his strength was too old, he could still quickly break up the moves. This Taekwondo was indeed outstanding.

The two of them were fighting each other on the field, and from time to time there was a dull sound of fists and kicks, but the field was even more lively, with the disciples on both sides roaring and cheering for their side as if they had been given blood.

But gradually Zhao Hu fell behind. He was also a Ming Jin martial artist, but at this time he felt his hands were numb. The opponent's foot was very heavy, and he almost had to use all his strength to resist.

If he kept resisting, he would appear very passive and be easily caught by the opponent.

Sure enough, after ten minutes, Zhao Hu finally couldn't hold on, and the door was wide open, and he was kicked in the chest by the opponent.

He fell down like a kite with a broken string, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Big Brother."

All the martial arts students exclaimed.

They hurried over to help him up.

Guo Zhenyang's face was extremely ugly. His two most proud disciples had lost. Even if he won the third game, who should he let fight in the next two games?

Was he going to be challenged by the opponent again today?

But this was not the time to think about these things. After losing two games in a row, he had to win one game, and the opponent didn't say that he couldn't keep fighting.

Then he fought three games in a row. Guo Zhenyang was still more confident in himself.

Since the resurrection of spiritual energy, he has cultivated dark energy.

This is much stronger than bright energy.

Bright energy, dark energy, and transformation energy are stronger than each other. After breaking through the transformation energy, one becomes a congenital master, which is like a god to ordinary people.

Although he has not cultivated dark energy for a long time, it should be enough to deal with Park Zhenghuan.

Guo Zhenyang went on stage and looked at Park Zhenghuan and said, "Let's fight."

"Haha, Master Guo, you should beat my disciple first."

Following Park Zhenghuan's voice, a stickman walked onto the ring.

His name is Cui Yucheng, also a black belt master, and he has also cultivated dark energy.