Taekwondo, which originated from Goguryeo, has been promoted in recent years.

It has become very popular in China.

The Taekwondo Club, located in the center of Rongcheng, firmly occupies the first place in the list of associations in Chengdu.

Today, Jin Dazhou, the owner of the Rongcheng Taekwondo Hall, has short hair and is full of energy, wearing a snow-white uniform, and a black belt representing the strength of the seventh section around his waist makes the apprentices frequently look sideways.

Now.

Jin Dazhou sat cross-legged in the ring.

His eyes were closed, his face was solemn, and the aura of the Grandmaster naturally emanated during the meditation, and the aura of one person even overshadowed the dozens of other people present.

"Brother Chun, do you think that kid named Wei Baocang will come today?"

Dressed in luxurious fur and delicate makeup, Liu Xue sat next to Cao Chun and looked out of the door from time to time.

Liu Xue relied on her white skin and beauty to maneuver among men, where was she wronged?

After being humiliated that night, she hated Wei Baocang to the extreme. So I came to the Rongcheng Taekwondo Hall early this morning to wait.

In her heart, she had already thought more than once about Wei Baocang's pitiful appearance of being kicked away by the pavilion owner Jin Dazhou.

Cao Chun, who had not fully recovered, clutched his chest and said with a gloomy face: "That kid is so rampant, if he is really confident in his strength, he will definitely come." ”

Thinking of the man who didn't give himself face at all, Cao Chun was also full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

"From both of his shots, I think his understanding of strength and skill is simply beyond what he should be for his age. ”

Jiang Yiyan sat under the stage, rubbed his palms and pondered:

"I even think that he may be the heir of Huaxia Guwu!"

"Huaxia Guwu?!"

Li Huimin has been following Jiang Yiyan for a year or two, and this is the first time she has heard the word Huaxia Guwu from Jiang Yiyan's mouth.

"Impossible, right?" Cao Chun's face turned pale, a little incredulous.

Liu Xue asked curiously, "Huaxia Guwu?"

Cao Chun glanced at Jiang Yiyan and said slowly:

"Ancient Chinese martial arts have a long history. ”

"It's only been the last one or two hundred years, due to various reasons, it has only been circulated among a very small number of people, and there are very few people who have really seen the ancient martial arts of China. ”

With the rapid development of modern science and technology, although the individual strength of the warrior is strong, he no longer has an advantage in the face of some weapons.

In addition, chivalrous people are forbidden to violate martial arts.

As time goes by, it becomes more low-key.

But.

Countries and organizations around the world that have a long-term vision have never given up on the study of individual force.

After all.

At the end of the day, talent is fundamental.

"Yi Yan, are you really sure that kid is practicing ancient martial arts?" Cao Chun still couldn't believe it until now.

Because anyone who practices ancient martial arts has a family power with a history of more than 100 years behind them.

That kind of terrifying background is by no means comparable to him and Jiang Yiyan.

If this is the case, Cao Chun and the others will have to consider whether to find an opportunity to reconcile with Wei Baocang.

When Jiang Yiyan heard this, he shook his head slightly: "When he fought against me before, he was always fast and powerful, and I suspect that he used inch strength!"

"Yiyan, what is Inch Jin?" Li Huimin looked curious.

As a young girl, no matter what era she had, she had a heroic dream in her heart, otherwise, she would not have followed Jiang Yiyan for two years without a name.

"Inch strength refers to attacking the opponent at close range, and when the action is completed, the muscles suddenly accelerate and contract to release short, brittle explosive power. ”

Jiang Yiyan said in a deep voice.

It's easy to say.

But to really get on stage, it's even more difficult.

Thinking of this, he glanced at his senior brother Jin Dazhou, who was sitting in the middle of the ring, and the envy in his eyes flashed.

Because Jin Dazhou is a master who has really mastered the strength.

It was precisely because of his strength that their master, the legendary Goguryeo master Jin Xinze, was relieved to hand over the heavy responsibility of preaching to Huaxia.

... ...

"Brother Cao, Yi Yan, won't the kid who is going to fight against the master today not come, right?" A man with a hot Korean instant noodle head walked over, sat down casually, and said.

Cao Chun's pale face squeezed out a smile: "Han Xize, don't be impatient." ”

After glancing at the visitor, Jiang Yiyan, who was as arrogant as Jiang Yiyan, couldn't help but take the initiative to say: "By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your success in being promoted to the fourth black belt some time ago." ”

Han Xize, who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 catties, is the chief disciple of Jin Dazhou, he is extremely talented, and his understanding of taekwondo is even comparable to Jiang Yiyan.

Once when Jin Dazhou and Jiang Yiyan were eating, they even said:

"Han Xize's exposure to taekwondo is too short and he is too old, otherwise, his future is limitless. ”

"Cut, what's there to congratulate on this, I've been serving taekwondo for the rest of my life!" he glanced at his master Jin Dazhou, who had his eyes closed, and he said sincerely.

Then, he said with a look of disdain:

"Although I am a Chinese, I really think that Chinese martial arts are a special joke in front of taekwondo. ”

"That's right! ”

"Damn! I don't have any self-knowledge, and I dare to say that we can't use it in taekwondo. ”

"What the hell!"

More than a dozen members gathered around Han Xize and talked nonsense.

I heard the people say so.

Jiang Yiyan and the other four all subconsciously frowned.

Especially Jiang Yiyan.

Although he also felt that Huaxia's martial arts were indeed not as practical as taekwondo, how could he say this about his country's traditional martial arts?

Even so.

Several people did not open their mouths to refute.

Perhaps, they subconsciously think the same way in their hearts.

It's just that they don't want to say such things out of their own mouths.

... ...

"Taekwondo is a fake style of embroidered legs!"

The strange male voice that suddenly sounded, like a boulder thrown into the calm lake, instantly exploded the Rongcheng Taekwondo Hall!

"Who are you kid, do you know what kind of place this is?" Han Xize was furious when he heard this.

He turned around and walked to the door with the crowd.

In taekwondo, the ranks are divided by the color of the belt, which is 'white, yellow, green, blue, red, and black'.

Among them, the black belt is the highest, the white belt is the lowest, and the black belt can be said to be entering the house, and generally three or five ordinary people can't enter the body.

At this moment, there are as many as four black belts following Han Xize.

This lineup is not strong!

A little further away.

More than 20 students who were practicing basic skills also stopped what they were doing and looked out of the door, puzzled.

In the Rongcheng Taekwondo Hall, it is said that taekwondo is a fake style of flower boxing and embroidered legs?

Isn't this a flashlight in a thatched pit, looking for death?

"You have repeatedly slandered my taekwondo, what is your intention. Jin Dazhou got up abruptly and looked at the door.

He clenched the black belt around his waist with both hands, and his face was like an angry King Kong!

Where the eye looks.

A man dressed in black, with his hands in his pockets, and his expression was lazy and casual.

"Wei Baocang!"

Jiang Yiyan and Cao Chun saw the person coming and slowly got up.