Rebirth – City Cultivation

In the Taekwondo, the segment is divided by the color of the belt, which is ‘white yellow green blue red black’. Among them, the black belt is the highest, the leucorrhea is the lowest, and the black belt is divided into nine sections. Seven or more paragraphs have already belonged to the title of glory, and the second paragraph can be opened for apprenticeship.

The leucorrhea is the lowest level in Taekwondo, which means that this person knows nothing about Taekwondo, even the novice is not as good.

"How does Ji Xingyu challenge a leucorrhea?"

"Yeah, he is playing a leucorrhea with a blue belt. Isn't it easy to crush it?"

“Did the transfer student get rid of Ji Xingyu?”

Many people are inexplicable. Most of the students at Ivy League Middle School have participated in the Taekwondo Summer Training Class in primary and secondary schools. They have more or less positions, although they have not reached the level of red belt and black belt. But the green belt and the yellow belt are still quite a few. A leucorrhea like Chen Fan is a separate one.

Even the schoolmates who are onlookers are very strange.

Only those who know the inside story and who have seen the scene at noon laughed with gloating. Compared with Chen Fan, who came only half a month, they naturally support Ji Xingyu.

The coach frowned:

"Are you sure you want to challenge this vaginal band?"

He finished and looked at Chen Fandao:

"Because you are a leucorrhea, he is a blue belt. You have a huge gap between the two stages. You have the power to refuse."

Ji Xingyu eagerly looked at Chen Fan and challenged him:

"Kid, aren't you very awkward at noon? Why don't you dare to come up now?"

The Secretary saw him in the summer and his brow was slightly wrinkled. He just remembered to stop it and was dragged by Chang Wen from his side.

"I won't be taekwondo." Chen Fan shook his head.

"Nothing, you will use whatever you want." Ji Xingyu is full of confidence.

"Oh?" Chen Fan looked at him with a smile. "So, you must fight with me?"

"How, fear?"

Ji Xingyu poked his chest with his fingers, one word at a time.

"If you are afraid of it, don't talk big words, give me honestly shrinking! This Ivy League Middle School, it is not your small county town that can make waves."

Chen Fan snorted: "I am afraid that you are not enough for me to play."

"I am not enough for you to fight?" Ji Xingyu simply suspected that he had got it wrong.

He turned around and shouted loudly to the people around him: "This kid said that I am not enough for him to fight. Are you saying that you are not funny?"

When Ji Xingyu said this, everyone suddenly lost his mind.

"It turns out that Ji Xingyu is not his opponent, he is too mad."

"Ji Xingyu is the second master of this class. Whoever dares to say that he is better than him?"

"Can someone be a hidden martial arts master? Haha!"

The people around saw a good show, and immediately listened to their hands and came over to watch.

Many people have had some pity for Chen Fan before. After all, from the body type contrast. Ji Xingyu is one meter tall and nine meters tall. Chen Fancai is one meter seven or seven. At first glance, he is on the weak side. It is also the blue belt and the white belt. Everyone naturally sympathizes with Chen Fan.

As a result, Chen Fan’s words came out, and many people felt that he was a little bit ignorant.

Those who have practiced Taekwondo know that the position is not the truth. But the leucorrhea and the blue belt itself have a gap, not to mention the difference in height between the two. Unless Chen Fan has practiced other martial arts, and is very profound, how could it be Ji Xingyu's opponent.

"Come on, see how your brother can repair you." Ji Xingyu hooked Chen Fan and provoked.

He placed a standard position in Taekwondo and then volleyed two standard slewing side kicks. When the feet started, the tigers and tigers were alive, and many girls’ faces were scared.

After he finished playing, he looked at Chen Fan. He wanted to let this kid know the difference between the two.

I didn’t expect Chen Fan’s disdain to scream:

"Flower fists embroidered legs."

This sentence came out, not only Ji Xingyu's face changed greatly, but even Professor Wu and Si Ying Xia were also sinking. In other people's Tae Kwon Do said that people ‘flowers and embroidered legs’, the irony is not only Ji Xingyu, but the entire Taekwondo.

The surrounding spectators also completely lost compassion for Chen Fan.

People are self-aware, and at this time, the ducks are still dead, and they will only let others look flat.

"Go, give him a look at the color." Someone shouted at the stage.

"Kid, you are looking for death."

Ji Xing Yu angry rushed up.

His skill is really very strong compared to ordinary people, whether it is flying or side kicking is simple and powerful. If you kick the head, it is easy to stun the person.

But in the eyes of Chen Fan, don't say Wei Ziqing, even if the aunts of Zhou Tianhao are better than him.

Chen Fan shouldered his hands and let him play several side kicks and raise his legs.

Seeing that he has been under heavy hands, he couldn’t help but slammed his feet and slammed like a giant axe.

Ji Xingyu was shocked, his hands instinctively in front of him, and the result was slammed down to the ground, and the whole person was squatted on the ground by Chen Fan.

Fortunately, the ground has a cushion, otherwise this will have to let him lie in the hospital bed for half a year.

"Won?"

The crowd on the sidelines stunned.

Jiang Tanqiu almost almost pulled out his eyes.

He thought that Chen Fan would be violently abused by Ji Xingyu. The result is that Chen Fan gently knocked Ji Xingyu down.

"Ji Xingyu is too weak, even the kid can't clean up."

"It seems that this transfer student is not bragging. He really has two brushes."

There are many people talking about the audience. Some people have seen Chen Fan’s eyes changed.

Everyone thought that he was a dead duck, but even Ji Xingyu was defeated. It seems that he still has some ability.

Chang Wen's face changed slightly.

I didn't expect Chen Fan to win, and it was so easy to win.

"This is how strong this before Ji Xingyu blows in front of her. As a result, even the others can't get rid of it. Is it good to say that it is the second master of this class?" Chang Wen hated.

Only the Secretary’s brows in the summer.

He walked over and looked at Ji Xingyu. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, he just fainted and turned his head and glared at Chen Fan:

"It’s all classmates, what are you doing with such a heavy hand?"

"I don't want to say that he is provocative. Just the few feet before him, what do you think if I am in the middle?" Chen Fan said lightly.

The company is one of the best in the summer.

A normal person's gyro side kick will cause minor damage if kicked in the head. And Ji Xingyu has a head of more than one meter and weighs more than 200 kilograms. He is full of strength and is likely to cause concussion.

Strictly speaking, Chen Fan is still considered to be merciless.

However, Ji Xingyu was his good friend after all, and they joined the school team together. This time it was for Chang Wen.

Thinking of this, Si Yingxia stood up and said:

"If you have such strength, then how can I challenge you?"

Chang Wen suddenly changed his face and rushed over to stop him. He was interrupted by Si Xia.

Chen Fan’s foot was really amazing. No matter the speed or strength, it’s not like an ordinary person can play it. It must be a trainer.

But Secretary Ying Xia has confidence in himself.

When he first saw the handsome Taekwondo master on TV, he became fascinated with the sport and has been practicing for more than ten years. Although it is still a red belt, it is only because he is too lazy to assess. On the true strength, the coach of Wu, who is next to the black belt, is not his opponent. The entire school, that is, the owner of the Taekwondo Hall can beat him a little.

"You still want to play with me?" Chen Fan blinked.

After seeing his foot, the division dared to stand up in the summer, it seems that the previous performance is not his real strength.

"You have to know, really fight, I can't stop." Chen Fan said lightly.

"Hey, you really thought you could play our home in the summer."

When Chen Fan said this, some people were dissatisfied. A girl in the class snorted.

"Yeah, he didn't see how powerful he was at the moment, and the speed was a little faster, and the power was a little bigger. Our family welcomed the summer and even the black belt masters praised them." Another girl took over. Mouth.

At least half of the girls in the class are the admirers of the division. Chen Fan’s words instantly smashed the horse's nest.

Chen Fan heard the words, crying and laughing.

These girls are actually uncomfortable with fighting and fighting, and they are also watching the excitement. They think that power and speed are not great. I don't know if this is the ‘true 谛’ of fighting. I am much stronger than you, faster than you, what skills do I play with you? Just like an adult playing a child, you can do all kinds of martial arts and martial arts. When I punch it, I will knock you down.

PS: Thank you for the eagle in the wind, the 588 without the fried chicken, and the taste of the old 衲 method, the six art, the memories of the past, the Afan, and the water stagnation. Thank you very much.