Martial Arts Master Chapter 113: Fists and feet make people quiet

"Building!"

Because Smith often calls himself that, Lou Cheng has constructed a response to this, but after following his reputation, he only saw two unfamiliar white students.

Feeling his gaze, George and Wilton became more excited. A series of words mixed with slang have blurted out. Not only did they seem to be shooting machine guns quickly, but they also interfered with each other and were noisy and chaotic, so that their hearing was barely enough. The Lou Cheng used was completely confused, only vaguely tasting the familiar "Four Nations Tournament".

It was the professional security guard who had separated him from the side that understood most of the content.

Well, what is the top four of that Asian boy in the Four Nations Tournament? He is the idol of those two students...

I don’t know what competitions...it seems that they are deep fans of Chinese culture, crazy like and chasing the relatively more mysterious "Martial Arts"...

The security personnel made a comment, took a glance at the building, took out the encrypted mobile phone, and started contacting the headquarters.

As a professional bodyguard, when an unfamiliar person with a certain strength appears around the employer, you must carefully check the details, prepare a plan, and prevent accidents.

"I participated in the Four Nations Tournament and was called ‘Lou’..." He described Lou Cheng’s last name with similar pronunciations, "Please give feedback as soon as possible."

After sending the message, he held the phone in his palm, waited for the response, and looked at Lou Cheng alertly, watching him interact with the students.

At this moment, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated wildly, almost breaking free from restraints.

The senior security guard took a look and saw that there were shocking blood-red words one after another on the screen:

"Very dangerous!"

"Do not approach!"

"Avoid him!"

"Stay away from him!"

……

Oh, my God... The senior security guard was stiff for a few seconds, and subconsciously stepped away.

When his mind really understood the situation, he resisted the fear, bowed his head and rushed into the classroom, grabbed the employer, and said in a low voice and hastily: "Go.Go.Go!"

Regardless of whether the other party is malicious or not, leave first to be 100% correct!

Such an episode was not noticed by Lou Cheng. After Yan Zheke’s translation, he probably understood that he had met two real fans, so he smiled back and paid tribute.

Wilton, the freckled brown-haired young man, excitedly praised a few more words, and at the end he sent out an invitation expectantly:

"Have you been free recently? Can you visit our Fighting Hobby Club? If you can tell us the mystery of Chinese martial arts, that would be even better."

George scolded his companion secretly, feeling that he was too nervous and he was unclear, so he hurriedly added: "Kangda has a group of fighting enthusiasts, and we are one of them. I am very interested and hope to get a more detailed introduction from you..."

Tugging Yan Zheke, "hearing" the girl had an eager response when words such as "fighting hobby club" were heard in her ears, Lou Cheng became confident, turned his head, and asked with a low smile:

"Want to do some activities?"

Since coming to the U.S. in August, apart from daily exercises and his occasional "instructing and teaching", Ke Ke hasn’t enjoyed fighting for a long time. For a warrior who loves and participated in similar activities, this is nothing to order. Pleasant things.

With a husband by his side, I don’t need to think about other things. Yan Zheke pondered a little, and nodded with shining eyes:

"Let’s take a look that afternoon, there is no class anyway."

"Okay." After speaking, Lou Cheng looked at George and Wilton and smiled gently, "Is it all right this afternoon? We will be there at about two o'clock."

"Okay! No problem! No problem at all!" The blond young George nearly slid on his knees to celebrate.

After asking for the address, Lou Cheng waved to the two foreign fans and walked out of the campus holding hands with Yan Zike.

"Oh!" As she walked, the girl suddenly paused and blurted out annoyed, "I didn't bring martial arts uniforms and shoes..."

How to move your hands and feet!

Student Ke Xiaoke, you don’t seem to be "reluctant to do it"... Lou Cheng chuckled secretly, and the old **** was saying: "Why do you think I said two o'clock just passed?"

Isn’t it time to drive home to pick up things?

Yan Zheke turned his head in surprise, opened his eyes and looked at Lou Cheng carefully for ten seconds, then smiled and raised the thumb of the other hand:

"Five-star praise!"

I didn't even react...

What to do, I feel like IQ is surpassed by oranges...

Bah, baah, nothing! It must be the reason I am sleepy now!

Thinking of this, she hurriedly changed the subject: "Then what shall we eat for lunch..."

Yan Zheke didn't finish speaking, remembering something, took out the phone, unlocked the screen, lowered his head and pressed it, Lou Cheng also acted similarly.

After a while, the girl shook her mobile phone, suggesting in a bragging way:

"Let’s eat this, in the nearby commercial building, Cannes has been a seafood restaurant for decades."

This is a strategy that I took time out of busy studying!

Looking at the address, route, and restaurant name displayed on the girl's side, Lou Cheng suddenly laughed. He also raised the phone and showed the screen, with the same picture and the same words.

"What a coincidence! I did a strategy too!" he said with a smile.

Yan Zheke stared at her, smiling suddenly.

The tacit understanding grows, and there is a deep sense of spirit. The two dangling hands, walking slowly along the route given by the map. From time to time, they looked at each other, and both turned their heads and looked to the side with a smile. Bai Xue pressed his branches, and his classmates met.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, fighting hobby club.

Yan Zheke has **** a lively ponytail at home, and put on a full set of martial arts uniforms with white background and black borders. It is both beautiful and youthful, but also beautiful. The light can shine, and he can see George and Will. The classmates of the fighting club almost felt like they couldn't remove their eyes, and couldn't believe it was the traditional and conservative "Sophia".

Although the aesthetics of the two countries are different, the cultures have influenced each other for many years, and the true beauty can still be recognized.

Sophia's facial features are so exquisite, but the figure is too ordinary... George and Verdi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

They are loyal lovers of **** and fat buttocks, and they feel that XX Shan is very sexy. Relatively speaking, Yan Zheke is an angel of "calm" appreciation.

After chatting for a few words, Lou Cheng, who understands his wife's mind, proposed to do actual combat.

"She?" George pointed to the slender Yan Zheke and blurted out in shock.

"Is there a problem?" Yan Zheke knew that he had been "discriminated" and felt a little itchy for a while.

Recalling "Ren" who resembled comic characters and dolls, George hurriedly shook his head and said:

"No, no problem!"

Lou Cheng laughed and raised his right hand to announce the start.

George condensed his mind, put on a boxing frame, tentatively stepped, punched out a fist, Yan Zike shook his shoulder, his arm shot out, and slapped his opponent’s throat with a slap, forcing the enemy Raise his fists and shrink his head to defend.

The joints flickered and the fascia stretched. The girl took advantage of the "Twenty-Four Blizzard Strikes". After a series of three punches, she suddenly swung her hips, tightened her pants, and gave a low kick. George Gu went up and down, a little hesitant, and was kicked tragically. He lifted his blocked right leg and swung back, and his body fell forward.

"Next." Lou Cheng reached out his hand to support George, and let Wilton continue.

The skills of this white classmate are estimated to be only those of an amateur Grade 3, but the physical condition is good, and the arm strength is very sufficient. Taken together, it is probably at the level of an amateur Grade 1, but unfortunately he failed to show his strengths.

Wilton is a little weaker than George, but Yan Zheke, who hasn't used it for a long time, let go of the opportunity again and again to make the battle as long as possible, but the result is no doubt that Yan Zike contains the "Meteor Power" sliding rush. During the punch, he almost vomited on the spot.

Wilton was followed by a white girl, Colleen, and Yan Zoke changed her style and incorporated the little experience of watching the building as a fighting video in the game.

After defeating five fighting club classmates in a row, her physical strength decreased significantly, and her energy level was even worse. With sweat on her forehead, she chose to stop and rest.

Lou Cheng took the towel to wipe the girl's sweat, and casually said to George and Wilton:

"Are you from the Gluka genre?"

"It used to be..." Wilton replied bitterly.

George explained in the same tone: "Because we haven't become a combat apprentice in a few years, we left."

"Where is the problem?" Lou Cheng asked with interest.

"There has been no way to awaken the'self-spirit'." George sighed and stared at Lou Cheng expectantly, "Lou, do you think there is hope for us to learn Chinese martial arts?"

If you can’t awaken the "self-spirit", the static post is more difficult...Of course, the martial arts system is different, the emphasis is different, and they are not hopeless to enter the quiet... Lou Cheng thought about it and said: "Peace the mind, Concentration can be said to be the prerequisite of most martial arts and fighting schools, but everyone’s methods are different. "Gluka" combines self-hypnosis, "sects" give troubles to God, and our country's martial arts emphasizes Polish every day, get rid of distracting thoughts, and seek peace of mind... If you can’t do this, you can only rely on modern scientific research results or cult-like techniques."

"When we practice'Gluka', we can become very quiet, but we still can't feel the'spirit of self' they say." Wilton replied distressedly.

Is this too defensive and instinctive to resist self-hypnosis? Lou Chengjian gathered more and more members of the fighting club around him, and he pondered for a moment:

"Then I will punch, you guys feel it."

After finishing speaking, he took off his jacket, let Yan Zhe hug him, set aside himself, slapped his fist slowly, and clasped his arm. There was nothing special about each move, and there was nothing special about it. Actual combat role.

George, Colleen and others looked blankly. They didn’t know why, but gradually, they only felt that the movement of the building was like a light lake and the stretched clouds made people become quiet involuntarily, unwilling to disturb the nature. Harmonious operation, unwilling to disturb inner peace.

Away from the hustle and bustle, away from the city, at this moment, they seemed to see the blue and deep sea and the sparkling waves under the moonlight.

Lou Cheng put away his slow fists and feet, all around him were silent, like a church that had just prayed.

"It has just been quiet, and there is hope." He smiled slightly, and Yan Zoke took the clothes and put it on, and asked in a low voice, "I want to play a few more games. It's like going back in a bath. ?"

"Go back and wash it again. I forgot to bring shampoo and facial cleanser..." The girl bit her lip and replied, thinking that today is the lowest point of her IQ.

Lou Cheng laughed in his throat~IndoMTL.com~ pulled the girl past, waved to George Wilton and others, and walked slowly towards the gate of the fighting club.

Until this time, George and the others woke up like a dream, as if they had listened to a symphony that cleansed people's hearts, and the backs of Lou Cheng and Yan Zike disappeared at the door, and Chinese whispers were hidden behind:

"This is what you learned from the "Deep Enemy Bingxin"?"

"Well, Coach Yan has a sharp eye."

……

At the same time, a security company issued a warning message to cooperative forces and individuals:

"Hua Guo, Wu Yuehui, Lou Cheng, appeared in Cannes, extremely dangerous!"

"Lo?" In the "Merseys" fighting arena, a young man with black hair and brown eyes saw the news, his mouth was upturned, and his eyes were shining like stars.

PS: Ask for a monthly pass on the last day! By the way, there may be something in the afternoon, but it's still undecided. If it is not updated at seven o'clock, it will be updated at eleven. .