Standing in the boxing town Hetao not far away, Xiao Ao Huashan and several other actors watched the counselor being beaten and wanted to step forward to stop it, but they thought that Zhou Xiaowen had ordered them not to reveal their true identities in front of the camera, so they had to endure it and continue to maintain the image of a transcendent master.

"Okay, now that I'm not going to do it, I can't do it. As he spoke, Zhou Xiaowen picked up a Wing Chun starting pose, moved under his feet, and circled around Zhanmeng.

When a few people saw Zhou Xiaowen holding a starting hand, they couldn't help but sweat for Zhan Meng: Look at this Zhou Xiaowen's appearance, although his martial arts are not as mysterious and strong as in the promotional video, he is obviously also a practitioner, and Zhan Meng's strength is not enough to weigh the former, but don't capsize in the gutter and be by Zhou Xiaowen.

Zhan Meng in the field was very calm, adjusting his body with Zhou Xiaowen's rotation.

"Ha!" Zhou Xiaowen screamed strangely, and suddenly attacked Zhanmeng.

There was a dazzling Wing Chun fist, and the fist rained down on Zhan Meng's upper body. Zhan Meng held the frame rigidly, and he couldn't see his expression.

The three of them, as well as netizens who watched the live broadcast online, were very nervous and didn't know what the result was.

Zhou Xiaowen was like playing a piece of human flesh sandbag that didn't fight back, he was very happy, he seemed to be tired after a minute and a half of fighting, and finally jumped away reluctantly.

Zhan Meng's arms were spread apart, revealing an expressionless face.

"Why, it's over, you won't have this ability, what about your golden head skills, what about your wedding dress skills?"

Naked contempt!

"Damn, suffer death!" Zhou Xiaowen has been touted for the past two years, where did he meet a student who spoke so facelessly, he rushed up and punched in a mess, completely losing the way and discipline of the previous Wing Chun.

Zhou Xiaowen smiled gloomily, and took advantage of Zhan Meng's refusal to fight back, and suddenly kicked between Zhan Meng's legs, wanting to hit him hard.

Just as he was about to succeed, Zhan Meng raised his knee and accurately blocked the heavy kick.

"I don't have the same wedding dress magic skills as you, and the key has to be kept for the next generation. ”

Zhan Meng's tone was relaxed, and he could suddenly stomp on Zhou Xiaowen's instep with one foot, making the latter's face pale and unable to move.

Zhou Xiaowen's eyes showed a vicious gaze, and he stretched out two fingers with long nails on his left and right hands, and slashed at Zhanmeng's eyes.

Zhan Meng's hands were fast, and he easily restrained his two evil fat hands.

Zhou Xiaowen's hands and feet were controlled, and he was furious, and finally stretched out his neck and attacked with a head.

"I've wanted to learn your golden head skills for a long time!" Zhan Meng's head flashed with golden light, and he bowed his head confidently.

Head to head, fake gold head to real gold head work!

Nation!

Ahh

"Ah, Teacher Zhou is really good at martial arts, and Jintou Gong is really worthy of his reputation, let's come again. Zhan Meng's cheerful voice sounded.

"Don't. Zhou Xiaowen felt that the top of his head was too painful, his head was one of the most sensitive parts of the nerves in the body, and the pain nerves were extremely developed.

Bang! Bang!

Two more impacts, Zhou Xiaowen was already bleeding from his head, and he was full of meat and vegetables.

Zhan Meng let go of him and let him fall to the grass.

", this Zhou Pavilion Master is so unresistant. ”

"The golden head is famous, there is no doubt that it is fake. ”

"Pavilion Master Zhou, hurry up, we haven't had enough of it. ”

"Crazy call for little brother!"

"This single eyelid classmate looks so powerful, let's top him on the hot search. ”

……

Zhou Xiaowen still has a foundation, he knows that the reputation of opening a martial arts gym is more important than life, my Zhou's Wing Chun faction's gold-lettered signboard can't be smashed here, where to recruit students to make money after the signboard is smashed, supported by such a belief, he actually stood up again.

"Stinky Boy...... I just slipped on my foot...... Careless. Zhou Xiaowen couldn't speak well, but he still had a hard mouth: "Try my wedding dress, ha." ”

Zhou Xiaowen waved his fist and rushed up - he was ready to rush up and fight for another minute or two, as long as he held on for enough time, he would jump away and talk about the point when the time came, and he was going to a meeting, and finally ended in a draw. With such wishful thinking, he took offense as defense and took the initiative very much.

Zhan Meng said: "You were attacking all the time just now, and now I should be sweating too." ”

Zhan Meng Haoran's qigong was galloping in his body, Zhan Meng instantly turned into a tiger out of the cage, gently twisting his hips, waving his arms, and exerting force, Zhou Xiaowen was knocked down in the dirt like a leather ball, and his body even bounced twice.

Zhan Meng held Zhou Xiaowen's fat body is a violent beating, and the fist with a sandbag fell like hail, Zhou Xiaowen was not an enemy at all, and the only thing he could do was to let out a scream like killing a pig.

The battle instantly became one-sided, and there was no suspense like a father spanking his son's ass. The style of painting is so miserable that several of Zhou Xiaowen's students didn't care about their identities being demolished, so they came over to pull them one after another, and finally separated them.

"Alright, alright. A few people also came over to hold the runaway dream of sexuality. After all, people are still in school, and they are afraid that things will make a big fuss.

When Zhou Xiaowen was helped up by several people, one of his heads was completely beaten into a pig's head, and his nose was blue and his face was swollen. He was quickly left the scene by the students and went to the school's infirmary.

When he was dragged away, Zhou Xiaowen's mouth was still humming unwillingly, but he couldn't hear a word clearly in his swollen mouth.

"Lao Zhan, how do I feel that your strength has become much stronger again. Ah Cheng rubbed his chin and whispered in his ear.

"It may be that the anger value is full, which stimulates Lao Zhan's potential. Weiya quipped.

Zhan Meng shook his head, noncommittal. His strength can be said to be changing with each passing day, and he doesn't know how much he has improved.

In the end, Zhan Meng crossed his legs and sat on the grass facing the live camera, as if chatting with an old friend: "Thank you for watching this live broadcast, and I would like to say a few words at the end of the live broadcast:

"Personally, I believe that showing and performing are not the purpose of martial arts, and the spirit of martial arts is not hypocritical to convince people with virtue, and martial arts are still essentially winning skills for the sake of fighting. The strong are respected, and only by enjoying the battle and winning can a warrior be the crowning glory! A nation's attitude toward martial arts and competitive sports determines the nation's bloody nature and enterprising spirit.

Of course, the great god of martial arts once said: martial arts, martial arts is just a kind of power, there is no good or evil, on the surface it will bring strife, war and killing, but the end of martial arts must be to protect the family and country, and defend peace. A nation that restricts martial arts and athleticism is a hopeless nation, but using the power of martial arts astray will lead the nation to destruction.

'In order to defend peace, you have to learn martial arts, and the end of martial arts will eventually bring peace,' said the god of martial arts and fought for it all his life, and established the great Wabu and Wabu Temple.

Regarding traditional martial arts, which is the foundation of our Chinese martial arts, it is naturally extremely great, but if traditional martial arts stick to the rules, cling to the past glory and never wake up, and do not even have the courage to face the challenge of new things, it will lose the possibility of continuous evolution. If you don't dare to move forward bravely, you can't still call yourself a martial artist, if you continue like this, the traditional martial arts will eventually be replaced by new martial arts, so please think about it and be cautious!

At this point, I won't say it again, the heroes of the fight against counterfeiting are gone, and we have to go our separate ways. The rivers and lakes are far away, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be a period in the future!"

……

Half a month later, in Meixihu Hospital, surrounded by reporters, Zhou Xiaowen's white bandage, like a mummy, was pushed out by a nurse in a wheelchair.

Zhou Xiaowen faced the reporter's question and said indignantly: "...... What are you talking about, Zhou is a generation of grandmasters, how can he easily use killing techniques, the skills are not light...... He's just a student, how can I ruin his future because of my own anger, I'm a teacher!

…… I didn't eat breakfast that day and didn't sleep well the day before...... Yes, yes, this comrade reporter said very wisely and promisingly, yes, in fact, my secret energy has already hurt him, and he has suffered a very serious internal injury......"