Listening to the words of the little junior sister, several students immediately looked at each other. They still thought that they could get an answer from the little junior sister, but how could they hear that Zhuge Yun was just a passerby?

"This can't be a kick-in, is it?"

"Wouldn't it? With this kid's small body, he dares to come to our gym? Even I can cut him to death. A rather tall student said with disdain.

Zhuge Yun's height is enough to be considered medium, although his height of 1.72 meters is not short in the southern region, but he weighs only 120 pounds, and his physique is relatively thin.

Although Zhuge Yun's posture of practicing pile skills is quite scary, it may be because he is too young, and several students still have disdain in their hearts.

Unlike Sanda and kickboxing, a national art like Wing Chun, if you are too young, will give people a feeling that is not so convincing.

In the final analysis, it is because the national art is now in decline. Don't look at all kinds of films and television about national martial arts, which are becoming more and more popular, but most people's cognition of national martial arts is still at a very shallow level.

Even the students who are studying in the martial arts hall can't help but feel that the kung fu of national art will have strong skills at least when they are old.

Although it is not enough to say that it is the white-haired cangdao bone fairy wind that seems to be high, at least it has to be as calm and atmospheric as the curator and Master Chen.

"If you don't practice well, what are you doing here!" Just when everyone watched Zhuge Yun beating the wooden stake, a majestic voice sounded behind everyone.

Hearing this voice, everyone couldn't help but be excited, and turned around to look, this was Zhou Zhengyang, the curator of the martial arts hall.

"Curator. They all bowed to the martial arts hall and saluted with their fists, and several students were like mice seeing cats, acting in fear.

"Dad!" unlike the others, the girl called out and immediately rushed towards the visitor.

"Xiaowan, are you skipping class again?" Zhou Zhengyang glanced at his daughter, and his tone did not soften.

"Dad, it's Friday, and I've already finished reviewing all the lessons in my plan. The girl was not afraid of Zhou Zhengyang's majesty, and even laughed and grabbed his arm.

Infected by his daughter's smile, Zhou Zhengyang's tense face also loosened a little.

Zhou Zhengyang soon noticed Zhuge Yun who was driving a wooden stake.

And after he took a closer look, he finally understood why these students gathered around and didn't practice.

After watching it for a while, Zhou Zhengyang couldn't help but shout in his heart.

Chow Ching-yeung has been practicing Wing Chun for more than 30 years but more than 20 years, although he was limited by talent and failed to reach a very high level, but his attainments in Wing Chun can also be called perfect.

And with his eyes, he can naturally see that the kung fu shown by Zhuge Yun must at least be seven or eight years of hard work.

Even Zhou Zhengyang felt that his eldest disciple was inferior to Zhuge Yun.

"Xiaowan, who is this?" Zhou Zhengyang's gaze was withdrawn from Zhuge Yun's body and looked at his daughter.

"I don't know each other either! I came in and said that I wanted to borrow equipment to practice, I thought that the little brother was just interested in Wing Chun and wanted to see and see, who would have thought that he was so powerful. I'm a little skeptical that he's coming to play. "At the mention of the word 'kicking the hall', Xiaowan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although Xiao Wan opened a martial arts gym at home when he was a child, Xiao Wan really hasn't seen a kick gym like the one staged on TV.

At most, it's just in the name of communication, but that's also to the point, and it's not as passionate as it is filmed in movies and television.

"What do you think about every day!" For his daughter who always thinks that others come from the family martial arts gym, Zhou Zhengyang has a headache. Could this be the so-called cheating father?

"Go, go, let's all practice, you won't see yourself in watching kung fu here!" Zhou Zhengyang waved his hand and drove a few students back.

glanced at Zhuge Yun who was driving the wooden stake again, Zhou Zhengyang didn't bother him, and walked straight to his office.

After practicing for more than an hour, he was sweating all over, and Zhuge Yun also felt a burst of relief.

After opening the information interface of the Jade Disc of Creation and taking a look, the proficiency of Wing Chun finally returned to its normal state.

It seems that it is not as difficult as he imagined to maintain the proficiency of Wing Chun, looking at the time it took him to drive wooden stakes, Zhuge Yun thought in his heart.

"This little brother, I see that your kung fu has also entered the room, I don't know which master you are learning from?" Zhuge Yun had just finished reading the information interface, and a voice sounded behind him.

When I looked back, I saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a calm bearing, and next to him stood the girl who was in charge of entertaining him when he came in.

"Little brother, don't mind, I am the director of this martial arts hall, my name is Zhou Zhengyang, and this is my daughter Zhou Qiaowan. I didn't mean anything else to come here to greet you, but I saw that you had good kung fu and a little bit of a joy to hunt, so I wanted to get acquainted. Zhou Zhengyang said frankly, people who practice martial arts don't need to be so polite, just say it directly.

"Ah, Director Zhou praised it, I just practiced casually. As for who you are mentoring, it's even more impossible to say, I'm just practicing blindly. Zhuge Yun was stunned for a moment, touched his head and said.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he was a little disgusted by Zhuge Yun's obviously polite words.

"Little brother, the Ming people don't say secret words, your kung fu can be regarded as a master in the national art world, if it is inconvenient for you to reveal the name of the master, then I won't ask. But if you want to talk about blind practice, then wouldn't we practice to dogs?" Zhou Zhengyang said with a light snort.

I'll go, what kind of temper do these martial arts practitioners have, I'll just be polite and go online? But I really don't have a teacher! I want to say that my teacher is a saucer, can you believe it?

"Ahem, Director Zhou, don't mind, this is the first time I've dealt with a martial arts practitioner like you, and I may be a little taboo, I hope Director Zhou will bear with me." ”

Zhuge Yun coughed lightly a few times and hurriedly explained, and then continued: "However, Director Zhou, I really don't have a teacher, I just practice it at home out of a hobby, if I have to say who the teacher is, it can only be said that it is Ip Man." ”

"Oh, Grandmaster Ip Man, no, is it the descendants of Grandmaster Ip Man who gave you advice?" Zhou Zhengyang subconsciously thought that Zhuge Yun said that Ip Man had instructed him, but then he thought about it, Ip Man didn't have him when he died, let alone Zhuge Yun, so he quickly changed his words......