I can go back to the mysterious age

Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall, in the public area, in the lobby.

"It must have been a long wait."

Ka Xiu stood at the door and looked to the right.

There are four boys and a girl over there. All the students have changed into the uniforms of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School and are now doing warm-up exercises. Some hit sandbags and others played with metal instruments.

Three of them were very familiar to Ka Xiu. They were the three people they took out to dinner together last night, Difa Milofel.

The other two are other students who signed up yesterday.

"It's okay, Coach Levi. There are still five minutes before class starts. We are just getting warmed up." Tifa put down her fists that were beating on the sandbags. Her delicate figure could not be blocked even by her training clothes.

"Yeah." Ka Xiu nodded: "By the way, Tifa. You help me open the training room, and I'll go to the locker room and change some clothes."

After saying that, he threw the key in his hand.

"There's a room number on it. Others should follow."

"Is good.""……"

Watching the five people leaving, Cardiff walked along the passage to the coach's locker room. Open your own exclusive cabinet and quickly put on a tough beige fighting suit.

I threw all my original clothes and hats in and locked the cabinet door. He walked out under the yellow light above his head.

Ten minutes later, B-15 training room.

Phil's whole body was in a lunge, with his waist straight. His left fist was curled up at his waist and his right fist was raised flat in the air.

Next to him, Ka Xiu was constantly correcting his posture. At the same time, he explained to the four students who were watching: "The punching posture must be standard. This is the basic skill. If there is a problem with the basic skills in the front, no matter how much you practice later, it will be the same." You came here crookedly. This will put you quite a bit different from others..."

Two minutes later, there were beads of sweat on Phil's forehead and back.

His body was shaking a little, and his joints were sore and numb. He was very tired, but when he felt the gaze of Tifa next to him, Phil didn't feel tired anymore. At least, I feel less tired.

"Okay, Phil, please take a rest." Ka Xiu patted Phil on the shoulder. Persistence is a good thing, but showing off is not a good thing.

He just did this, completely replicating what Lisha taught in the youth training camp. The important thing is to impress you from the very beginning and point out the non-standard parts of each part in public.

Then let you stand in a standard posture for three or four minutes.

As long as a student has normal mental endurance, he can remember 50% of it in one sitting, which will be of great benefit to subsequent training.

Of course, there are also students with strong self-esteem and sensitive psychology. Cardiff did this after understanding Phil's character.

"call……"

Phil relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Tifa, who was listening carefully to the lecture next to him, and secretly twisted his feet.

"Okay, let's demonstrate the next move. Milo, come here." Phil heard this and looked at his friend.

Milo stood up helplessly and walked over. When passing by Phil, he seemed to whisper something vaguely.

"Why do you think I, a sword practitioner, am doing boxing training?"

Time flies by very quickly. Two hours is neither long nor short. I glanced at my watch, it was already six o'clock.

"Okay, let's just go here today and see you tomorrow."

Card Xiu opened the door to the training room and walked towards the public area. Behind them were a group of students who were going to change clothes.

Hongta Street, an empty street with a gray and white grid. The cold wind carried fallen leaves and torn newspapers flying low into the distance.

The sky was a little red, so red it was dazzling. The pale yellow clouds and the red sky blend together to form a strange and mysterious color. A row of black birds flew from west to east.

Under the dusk sunlight, a man wearing a black jacket and jeans and sunglasses held a cigarette in his mouth and slowly blew out a smoke ring.

"We're here, Gray Seal Martial Arts School, Levi."

A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Poof, he put out the cigarette butt with his big hand.

The tall figure walked all the way towards the martial arts hall.

in the hall.

"Is your name Levi?"

"Who are you?"

Card Xiu looked at the man in sunglasses in front of him in confusion. This man was as tall as himself and had a strong smell of smoke.

"Don't worry about it for now. I heard that you are very good at kung fu. Let's have a fight!" The man smoothed his thick hair and was sweating.

"What are you doing standing still? Don't you dare to fight?" The man in sunglasses tilted his mouth and subconsciously took a cigarette from his arms and held it in his mouth.

"The rules of the martial arts school require a challenge fee to be paid first."

Card Xiu said calmly, of course you have to pay a challenge fee to challenge. If it's free, then you shouldn't be harassed to death. If you have the time to accept challenges for free, you might as well practice secret martial arts more.

"Ah, really?" The man in sunglasses looked left and right.

Some of the students who were attracted nodded.

"All right."

He twisted his neck indifferently and walked to the front counter. He was about to speak to the old man who was sitting on the chair reading a pornographic book.

"Martial arts gym rules prohibit smoking in the gym."

"Ah, really?" The man in sunglasses raised his head and suddenly noticed the no-smoking sign on the wall behind the old man, and coughed twice.

Then he quietly stuffed the cigarette into his arms.

"I want to challenge the guy over there named Levi." The man in sunglasses said as he took out his black wallet: "How much is it?"

"Coach Levi? Chenghui is a thousand."

The old man glanced at the man and then at the pornographic book.

"How many?!"

The man in sunglasses froze while flipping through his wallet.

"One thousand!" the old man replied with a loud voice.

It seems that I was disturbed from reading quietly.

"This... is so expensive." The man in sunglasses felt the gazes around him and coughed: "Let me count, one, two..."

"Seven, eight, nine."

Gone.

"Fuck, there's still a hundred left!" The man cursed in his heart.

"It's okay, nine hundred is just nine hundred, I'll make up for it for you." Card repair next to him interrupted and handed over a banknote.

"thank you."

The man in sunglasses curled his lips.

He handed ten bills to the old man at the counter.

Five minutes later, it was dusk on the street.

The man in sunglasses glanced blankly at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall behind him.

Ten moves, he only lasted ten moves in total.

I gained a bruise on my cheek and lost the nine hundred red Lebanese federal notes that I usually kept in my wallet to buy cigarettes.

"There's no way he can stop his fist. He is definitely a fifth-level fighter in the Federation's martial arts, or even a master who has been at the peak of the fifth-level martial arts for many years..."

The man in sunglasses thought so, and he also said so.

In the lobby of the villa, there are two soft and comfortable sofas.

Seated on the left and right were a refined and elegant young man in a white shirt, and a burly man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket.

"Does he really have the strength of the fifth-level peak of the Federation?" The young man adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the half-moon lenses reflecting light slightly.

"Really, why did I lie to you? Look at my face."

The man in sunglasses pointed to a white patch on his left cheek.

For him, this small flesh injury was nothing, but the embarrassment in the martial arts gym was a bit uncomfortable. Kieran is used to helping Matthew handle shadow side business, and his personality is not very constrained. Normally, the man in sunglasses would go crazy when encountering this kind of situation, but Matthew's brother Phil was present and had to endure it.

It’s just a pity that I spent a total of 900 cigarettes, it hurts my heart...

"The fifth-level peak, this Levi is worth making friends with!" A smile appeared on Ma Xiu's handsome face, and he snapped his fingers.

"I'll pick up my brother when school is over tomorrow afternoon."

"Ahem...can you reimburse the carriage fee?"

The man in sunglasses next to him touched his chin.

"How many?"

"Nine hundred."

"What kind of car can you take that costs 900 yuan?!"

"Anyway, nine hundred, you can give it or not..."