Tian Zhen didn't get drunk for many days, and there were only a handful of times in his life. 23us. fastest

He didn't like the feeling of getting drunk.

Being drunk and still dreaming, Tian Zhen felt a little funny.

And it was still a fragrant spring dream, in which he completely liberated his nature, no longer suppressed, no longer struggled to control himself, but was released.

Had an unforgettable journey.

Tian Zhen was addicted to it, and felt like a descendant and Chang'e.

Acquaintance, love and separation.

After the vicissitudes of life, he finally woke up, but it was a dream of Nanke.

He opened his eyes depressedly, only to find himself lying naked on the bed.

Sleeping without restraint is exactly Tian Zhen's style, and he doesn't care.

It's just that when he got up, he felt a little weird about his body.

Obviously he was hungover, but in addition to his swollen mind, he actually felt that the internal force in his body had changed again, and it had actually increased to a value of 800.

That's kind of scary.

Tian Zhen has only been down the mountain for more than a month, and his internal strength cultivation has actually increased by eight times, which is really amazing.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that Tian Zhen's internal force at the beginning was not very strong.

But judging from the values set by Tian Zhen, this growth rate is obviously extremely abnormal, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a rocket.

This is absolutely unscientific.

The cultivation of internal force is accumulated over time and over the years, how can it be possible to increase a lot while sleeping?

Tian Zhen touched his head, puzzled.

He shook his dizzy head and ran to take a bath, only then did he slowly come to his senses.

It looked like I drank a broken piece last night, and I was drunk by nine big men in turn, can I not get drunk?

I should have known that I should have used internal force to force it out.

Tian Zhen smiled bitterly and returned to Simmons, but he was stunned.

I saw that somewhere on the top of the sheets was actually torn, and a large piece was missing.

, is there any mistake, the sheets in the presidential suite are actually so sloppy.

Tian Zhen looked at the missing piece of bed sheet angrily, opened his mouth, and was speechless.

He sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

This cultivation, he was even more surprised.

The speed of his own internal force is actually a lot faster.

And the internal force is no longer as domineering and destructive as before, but has become much more docile.

In the past, Tian Zhen's internal force, although it was strong, but the yang energy was too sufficient, which caused the internal force to be hot, and when used on the golden needle, it was easy to cause burns to the patient.

But now it's different, in one sentence, that is, the harmony of yin and yang, the combination of rigidity and softness.

Between the runs, it makes people feel comfortable, and with the breath of the cold ice order, it makes Tian Zhen feel more comfortable than ever.

It's a straight step up.

An hour later, Tian Zhen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he became a pure and lovely good student again.

He stood up and felt refreshed.

Except for a faint ache somewhere.

The three-day exchange conference for young college students was officially held.

Chao Jinrong and other members of the student union took action early, and a welcoming banner was put up outside the school.

The school is filled with the rich atmosphere of the competition.

It was also the conference that was the most discussed.

In the past, they used to form delegations to go abroad to see, but this time as the host, everyone felt a lot of pressure.

The sense of collective honor in my heart was also stimulated, and the desire for victory was incomparably strong.

Almost everyone has a youthful rush on their faces.

Tian Zhen was also infected, and instantly felt that he had become one of them.

Walking through the playground, when I was about to return to the dormitory, I heard a commotion in front of me, surrounded by a large number of classmates, and it seemed that there were some unbearable curses.

Tian Zhen was stunned, isn't this going to be an exchange conference right away, and he wants to compete with students from other countries, why is he making trouble at this juncture?

Isn't this a joke for outsiders to see?

Even Tian Zhen, a person who was indifferent to the school, felt a burst of anger.

He hurried over to see what was going on.

As soon as the people around saw this first evil man, they gave way one after another.

At this time, it is time to let the wicked out.

Tian Zhen stepped forward to take a look, but he was taken aback, it turned out that the person who had the dispute was actually a member of the martial arts club.

Countless club members lying crookedly on the ground, one by one, wearing Chinese samurai uniforms, were knocked to the ground by others, and they were very ashamed.

"Hahaha, the martial arts of China are even more ugly than dance, I think you should simply change to square dance, our country's taekwondo is the real national art, competitive magic, hum, a group of self-righteous scumbags, vulnerable. ”

A foreigner speaks in a somewhat awkward Mandarin.

It was a young man with an average figure, average appearance, and average temperament.

This is a very ordinary young man, but he has a very unusual name.

His name is Pu Bud.

He wears a hanbok, which is somewhat similar to the hanbok, which fully demonstrates his national characteristics, and he is followed by five students, and he is rarely arrogant.

"What are you doing, wait for our president to come out and slap you to death. ”

The students who were knocked down felt extremely humiliated in front of their classmates.

Originally, when they were prestigious, they were humiliated, and that feeling made them crazy, and their eyes were red.

But his skills are not as good as others, and he will be repaired when he goes up.

Pu Bude looked at the students around him with disdain, snorted coldly, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your president to come out and compete to prove whether it is the Chinese martial arts that are powerful or our taekwondo is great." ”

Everyone was angry and scolded.

But this kind of insult has no meaning.

Soon, Song Xiaodong rushed out of it.

Before the others arrived, the voice came out first: "Who dares to kick the gym?"

Two rows of academies stood on either side, like the guards of the ancient kings.

Song Xiaodong stepped out of the inside in a pretend, and when he saw the situation outside, he was shocked.

"President Song come on, knock down the stick, and win glory for the country. ”

"Long live President Song, invincible. ”

"President, I love you, defeat Pu Bude, I'll be waiting for you at the hotel tonight, see you or leave. ”

"Let him see the power of Chinese martial arts. ”

……

The crowd shouted with indignation, and national pride exploded in unison.

Song Xiaodong also felt the heroic treatment, and smiled happily in his heart, but his face was serious, and he pressed his hands: "Everyone, don't be impatient, don't be impulsive." ”

He waved his hand: "Go and help the students up, what kind of body is lying on the ground, people who don't know still think we are touching porcelain." ”

This sentence made everyone want to laugh, but they were embarrassed to laugh on such a solemn occasion.

Pu Bude looked at Song Xiaodong with a sneer, the corners of his mouth cracked into a smile, and said proudly: "You are the president of the martial arts club?"

Song Xiaodong coughed twice and said, "Song Xiaodong, the president of the Martial Arts Club, may I ask why this classmate beat the students of our Martial Arts Club, is there any misunderstanding?"

"President, these sticks harassed our female classmates and made insulting remarks, we stepped forward to stop it, but I didn't expect him to attack without saying a word. ”

"That's right, I'm willing to sacrifice my life for Goddess Yan, what is this injury. ”

"Blasphemy against the goddess of Yan, we will never agree, if we don't give a word today, we can't let them go. ”

……

Listening to everyone's gossip and accusations, Song Xiaodong looked at Yan Xingyi, who was surrounded by girls in the other corner, like a fairy, and was immediately angry.

Although he doesn't have much interest in Yan Xingyi, in Shuangqing University, Yan Xingyi is the face of all boys, how can he be kind when he is insulted by foreign sticks?

His face changed, and he said sharply: "As a guest, you dare to harass the host, you are a bastard." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, we came here this time to tell you that your Chinese martial arts are to copy and steal our taekwondo, as long as you admit your mistakes today and admit that taekwondo is the only authentic boxing method in Southeast Asia, I will let you go." ”

Park Bud sneered, completely ignoring the people present.

A student beside him proudly pointed to the black belt on his waist and said proudly: "Senior Brother Pu Bude has obtained the certification of the 7th rank of the black belt, in my country, as long as the black belt, you can see professional competitions, you amateurs, you better recognize the reality!"

The black belt in taekwondo is really unusual, and generally when you reach one black belt, you will be qualified as a player and can participate in competitions.

This Pu Bude is actually a black belt with a seventh dan, no wonder he is so powerful.

Although the martial arts club is very famous, it is just a group of martial arts enthusiasts.

Where are the opponents against the pros?

Song Xiaodong is difficult to ride a tiger at the moment, and he will not lose the battle if he loses, which is the fine tradition of the Chinese nation.

Anyway, it's going to be a game, so it's not bad to find out the details of the other party beforehand.

He jumped down seven steps in one step, landed firmly on the ground, and said proudly: "Turning into a foreign state, I don't measure my strength, my Chinese martial arts have been inherited for thousands of years, how can you be able to match the taekwondo? If I beat you, wouldn't it mean that we don't respect the guests." ”

Park Budepi said with a smile: "Since ancient times, don't you have the saying that you will meet friends with martial arts? We just learn from each other, if you are afraid, you can admit defeat, and our Korean nation is generous and can forgive you for your cowardice." ”

When these words came out, the surrounding classmates suddenly exploded.

This Nima is completely an insult to Chiguoguo!

In the land of China, who can bear insulting our quintessence?

Song Xiaodong was embarrassed to ride the tiger, and was furious: "Okay, since you have humiliated yourself, don't blame me, please!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he made a gesture of invitation, wanting to enter the martial arts hall.

"Hehe, I think it's good on this playground, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, and with so many people witnessing, you can't play tricks if you lose. ”

Park Bud is very confident and makes up his mind to humiliate the martial arts club in front of everyone.

The surrounding classmates were filled with righteous indignation, and they wanted to rush up and fight a big battle with Pu Bud and beat him into a pig's head.

A wave of anger rose in Song Xiaodong's eyes.

As a disciple of the Song family, although he is just an ordinary disciple, the pride of the family makes him very confident.

He is convinced that his family's martial arts are enough to crush the so-called taekwondo.

This is also the pride of the people of the Wumeng.