At this time, the blue belt coach just said 'cocked tail......

So someone said, "He doesn't dare to his tail, but he dares to raise his middle finger!"

And the erected middle finger was just in the center of the light source at the door, shaking very dazzlingly, as if it would glow itself.

“@#45##@=2@2”

Suddenly, there was a Korean sentence, and although everyone couldn't understand what was said, they could feel that the tone was very majestic, and there was an irrefutable force.

When the blue belt player heard this, he immediately shouted and rushed towards Lu Wuji. Running closer, his right leg was lifted over the top, and his two fists were put on his waist, and with a hey, slashed down like lightning.

This is the famous leg split in taekwondo, which is powerful and fierce, and if it hits the opponent's head directly, it can cause a broken neck bone and even endanger life.

Lu Wuji raised his legs, kicked sideways, tightened his feet, turned around, and went out, this series of actions were very clear in the eyes of the students, and everyone could even see the natural flexion and extension of his fingers when he released the doorknob.

Cheng Xiaolu saw Lu Wuji's kick on the thigh of the blue belt's head and ready to split, she knew that Lu Wuji's kick was merciful, otherwise it would be two inches lower, and that would be the deadliest place for men.

This kick seems simple, but in such a short half a second when the opponent lifts his knee and splits, he can grasp the opportunity and kick there not sooner, not later, not fast, not slow, but it is not so easy to do, just as you can't catch the opponent's fierce slapping pong ball without exercise.

The students couldn't see the front of the Blue Ribbon coach, only that the coach was coming back several times faster than he was rushing through, flying backwards a few feet before landing on the waxed wooden floor, sliding backwards with his hips as a fulcrum, and finally hitting the wall before having to stop.

The two elementary school students who had been sitting there were crying in fright, and they were able to avoid the blue belt coach's more ferocious blow than a split.

There was an eleven or twelve-year-old student's eyes lit up, and he said: "I want to learn this trick, I'm so handsome, I can slide so far with my ass, teacher, teach me quickly, I'll ask my dad to pay you more tuition." ”

The Le Cordon Bleu coach had no choice but to close his eyes tightly and sit cross-legged against the wall in a state of concentration.

Cheng Xiaolu caught up with Lu Wuji, hugged his arm, and whispered, "Someone came out again." ”

Lu Wuji glanced back and found a person standing at the door of the taekwondo gym, although his hair was gray, he was as tall and mighty as a needle, with a short beard on his chin, and when Lu Wuji looked back at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was fierce, and he had a black belt wrapped around his waist.

This person is probably the old guy who issued an order inside when Lu Wuji was about to go out, forcing the blue belt coach to rush out desperately.

Lu Wuji was taken aback, thinking that this small taekwondo gym still has a dragon and a crouching tiger, with a black belt around his waist, and it seems that he is a top master. But it's too old, it's almost sixty, what if you miss and kill or he gives you a touch of porcelain?

Forget it, since it's out, I'm embarrassed to go back, let's go to the boxing gym first, there is still a game in it today, and the black man doesn't know if it's a boxer, so let's beat him up first.

Although the boxing gym is only a city league in H Province, it is relatively formal.

Modern boxing competitions are divided into 11 levels according to weight, and this provincial league, because the event is tense and the cycle is relatively short, so the competitions at all levels are arranged in different cities at the same time, and the 69 and 75 kg competitions are held in Yangcheng Gymnasium.

As soon as Lu Wuji and Cheng Xiaolu entered, they were almost unstable by the heat wave inside. The crowd was too dense, and although there were special seats and VIP seats in front of them, they had long been overwhelmed by the crowd, surrounding a six-meter-square boxing ring.

Surprisingly, there are private rooms around. These boxes are in the shape of 'Hui', on the second floor, hanging above people's heads like a family temple, needless to say that the people sitting inside are all rich and noble.

Although boxing cannot be as bloody as in ancient times, someone will die in every duel, but the boxer's killing heart on the stage is not inferior to that of ancient gladiators, but it is limited by the rules and cannot really kill.

But the hatred that hits the real fire, the cruelty of punching to the flesh, and even the cruelty of biting people's ears are not just echoing the primitive desires hidden in people's hearts? Otherwise, how could boxing have so many fans?

Now on the stage is **** boxers in the game. People who are accustomed to watching Chinese kung fu movies may find boxing boring, because they go back and forth for a few times, straight punches and hooks, and then there are various so-called combinations, which are too poor to watch.

Tai Chi performances are also much better than boxing, okay!

In fact, only those who really understand the way of martial arts or killing, or the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality, can understand the concise beauty of boxing, and can appreciate the ferocious collision of human barbarism and civilization.

Tai Chi performances, martial arts routines, hide the true side of life too deeply, and even deceive yourself.

Lu Wuji was looking for trouble and borrowed other people's hands to exercise his strength, but when others were competing, he couldn't think about it, so he couldn't jump up and say: "Come on, don't do it, fight with me!"

Just as he was about to quit and play with the taekwondo master, the game was over, and a black man jumped up and announced that he had a friend who had just come from the United States, and he couldn't help but see the Chinese people's lame boxing skills, and he wanted to personally go on stage to guide the Chinese people and let them understand what boxing is.

This black man is the one Lu Wuji originally met at the door, and now Lu Wuji is energetic, but how can so many people squeeze to the edge of the stage so that they can shoot at any time?

He glanced up, wondering if he could jump directly from the box to the platform, which didn't matter, but he saw a bald old man with a long beard sitting in a box opposite, and a young girl sitting next to the old man.

He knows both of them, the old man is the epileptic Yang Lao in Baibuting Park who was saved by him, and the girl is Yang Yang, the class leader and class flower of the third class of high school.

Hey, I can't imagine that Yang Yang, a bright girl with a strong artistic temperament, still likes boxing?

Could it be that she and Yang Lao are grandchildren? Lu Wuji speculated.

There were still a few middle-aged people sitting behind the two of them, and Lu Wuji didn't know them. The lights around the boxing ring were dim, and Lu Wuji was not worried about being seen by Yang Yang, not to mention that he was still wearing sunglasses and a sunhat.