Jiangcheng University Martial Arts Hall.

Jin Xiyao was wearing a white loose Tang dress, her long black hair was tied with a red rope, and her flawless facial features were exposed, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

A tall boy with glasses confronted Jin Xiyao at a distance of two meters. Suddenly, the boy shouted and rushed towards Jin Xiyao, hugging Jin Xiyao's waist with both arms. But Jin Xiyao's waist twisted slightly, and his body had moved half a meter to the right, and then he stretched out his foot and hooked, and the boy fell and ate. Fortunately, there is an elevated floor on the ground, so it doesn't hurt very much!

The boy rubbed his hands and stood up, and said, "Teacher, won't you be gentle?"

Jin Xiyao said lightly: "If I wasn't gentle, you would have flown out!"

The crowd immediately burst into laughter.

Jin Xiyao continued: "I have already said before, whether it is wrestling or fighting, the lower plate must be stable, all the strength is actually sent from the lower plate, so in traditional martial arts, the lower plate is the root of strength, if the root is not stable, your strength will be a big deal, and it will be difficult for the body to balance!"

"Teacher, but I see that when you are in the ring, whether it is boxing, sanda, or free fighting, people's feet are all moving freely, and there are many small jumps, according to your theory, aren't they rootless?" asked one student.

Jin Xiyao said coldly: "Are people dead?"

"Of course it's alive!"

"How can a living person not move? I don't mean that you should not move. It's about keeping your body in a state of balance and ready to use your strength, even if you're moving!

The students were thoughtful.

"Okay, let's do it for this lesson, it's over!Zhao Yan stays!" Jin Xiyao said.

The students looked at Zhao Yan, who won the first place in the Jiangcheng Taekwondo Conference this summer, which many people know. Everyone couldn't help but secretly guess, could it be that Teacher Long Yao wanted to find Zhao Yan to learn kung fu?

Although they all wanted to see it, Jin Xiyao didn't speak, and no one dared to stay longer, this is the 3 majesty accumulated after a few classes.

Zhao Yan was also a little curious, and she didn't know why Teacher Long Yao left her behind.

"Come on, use your real kung fu, let me see how many true passes you have him!" Seeing that the students had all walked out of the martial arts hall, Jin Xiyao looked at Zhao Yan and said lightly.

"Okay!" Zhao Yan didn't shirk, and her whole body quickly entered a state of alert!

Ten seconds later, Zhao Yan let out a clear whistle, her footsteps clicked on the ground, and her body floated towards Zhao Yan lightly, punching Jin Xiyao in the chest!

Zhao Yan took the lead in launching an attack, the other party was an existence of the same level as his master, Zhao Yan did not have any scruples, and used his strongest strength when he came up. Her feet are light but her fists are heavy, giving people a very contradictory feeling!

"Okay!" Jin Xiyao exclaimed, taking a step back with his right foot as he spoke, avoiding Zhao Yan's fist, and then raising his right arm from bottom to top, towards Zhao Yan's arm!

Zhao Yan's right hand was suddenly withdrawn, and when she received it, her five fingers suddenly spread out, pointing down to the veins of Jin Xiyao's right arm!

Jin Xiyao's right hand crutched, and he dodged a blow carefully designed by Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's heart sank slightly, knowing that she had no possibility of defeating the other party! But she would not admit defeat, this was a rare opportunity to challenge a master other than the master!

Zhao Yan's toes touched the ground lightly, and her body retreated rapidly. If it was a life-and-death struggle, Jin Xiyao would definitely catch up without hesitation and launch a fierce attack in an instant!

But now, she just stood where she was, and did not pursue.

Zhao Yan stepped back nearly ten meters and then stood still, then took a deep breath, this breath was extremely long, and with the inhalation, a vigorous momentum emanated from her.

Zhao Yan's black hair fluttered, and her clothes swayed all over her body, as if there was endless breath injected into her body. Beyond her body, a tall phantus seemed to rise. At this moment, Zhao Yan is like a god, indifferent and ruthless, invincible!

"Okay! I actually practiced the momentum!" Jin Xiyao's eyes revealed a look of surprise, "Sure enough, he is worthy of being his apprentice!"

After her voice fell, Zhao Yan's momentum also increased to the highest point. Zhao Yan carried a huge momentum, like a god, and rushed towards Jin Xiyao!

Jin Xiyao's face was full of appreciation, and her palms danced like butterflies wearing flowers, defusing Zhao Yan's rapid offensive!

Jin Xiyao's kung fu style is completely different from Long Qing's, Long Qing's kung fu is fierce and domineering, but Jin Xiyao is feminine and fast, her one move and one style are just right, as if she is unwilling to waste a little more strength.

Although Zhao Yan's power is powerful, Jin Xiyao is one of the gods standing at the top of the dark world, so he will naturally not be affected by Zhao Yan's power. Zhao Yan's kung fu is still a few big steps away from her, and she can't pose any threat to her for the time being!

Three minutes later, Zhao Yan suddenly withdrew her hand, took a step back, and said, "I'm far from your opponent!"

Jin Xiyao also lowered his hands and said with a faint smile: "Your time to learn martial arts is still short, if you can maintain your current state, in time, you will definitely be able to really fight with me!"

Zhao Yan smiled confidently and said, "My master also said the same, three years later, I will challenge you again!"

"Three years, it seems that your master has a lot of confidence in you!" Jin Xiyao said.

"I also have confidence in myself!" Zhao Yan said firmly.

Jin Xiyao nodded slightly: "Okay, after three years, I am waiting for your challenge! You go back, so that your master has time to see me!" Jin Xiyao turned around and left after speaking!

Zhao Yan looked at Jin Xiyao's back as she left, and thought thoughtfully: "What is the relationship between this woman and Master?"

The next morning, Long Qing came to Jiangcheng University and instructed Zhao Yan in kung fu as usual. Long Qing now coaches Zhao Yan three times a week, basically twice on weekends and once on Wednesdays.

After the morning exercise, Zhao Yan told about the competition with Jin Xiyao yesterday, and then also said that Jin Xiyao wanted to see him.

"Do you want to see me?" Long Qing smiled faintly, "Okay, then see me!"

Long Qing said and cast his gaze on a small building in the distance. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and said to Zhao Yan: "You go to class, I'll walk casually!"

"Master, don't you need me to lead the way?" Zhao Yan said.

"No need, I've found it!" Long Qing said as he walked in one direction!

After crossing a path, Long Qing came to a pond. At the edge of the pond, a man stood facing the pond, dressed in a white tracksuit, and his black hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Hearing Long Qing's footsteps, this person turned his head, showing a beautiful face, and smiled softly: "Meet again!"