In taekwondo, the ranks are divided by the color of the belt, which is 'white, yellow, green, blue, red, and black'. Among them, the black belt is the highest, the white belt is the lowest, and the black belt is divided into nine sections. More than seven sections are already a title of glory, and the second stage can be opened to teach apprentices.

And the white belt is the lowest level in taekwondo, which means that the person knows nothing about taekwondo, and is not even as good as a novice.

"How can Ji Xingyu challenge a white belt?"

"That's right, he has a blue belt and a white belt, isn't it easy to crush?"

"Could it be that transfer student provoked Ji Xingyu?"

A lot of people are baffled. Most of the students in Ivy League High School have participated in taekwondo summer training courses in elementary and middle schools, and they have more or less ranked, although they have not reached the level of red and black belts. But there are still a lot of green belts and yellow belts. White belts like Chen Fan belong to the only one.

Even the younger students who were watching were strange.

Only those who knew the inside story and had seen the scene at noon gloated. Compared with Chen Fan, who has only been here for half a month, they naturally support Ji Xingyu more.

The coach frowned and said:

"Are you sure you want to challenge this white belt?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Chen Fan and said:

"Since you are a white belt and he is a blue belt, there is a huge gap between your two ranks, and you have the right to refuse. ”

Ji Xingyu looked at Chen Fan eagerly, and said provocatively:

"Boy, weren't you very dragged at noon, why don't you dare to come up now?"

Seeing this, Si Yingxia frowned slightly, and just wanted to stop it, but was pulled by Chang Wen beside him.

"I don't know taekwondo. Chen Fan shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll take whatever you want. Ji Xingyu is full of confidence.

"Oh?" Chen Fan looked at him with a smile. "So, you're going to fight me?"

"What, scared?"

Ji Xingyu poked his chest with his fingers and said word by word.

"If you're afraid, don't talk big, give me an honest shrunk! This Ivy League Middle School is not from a small county like you that can make waves. ”

Chen Fan snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid that you are not enough for me to fight." ”

"I'm not enough for you to fight?" Ji Xingyu almost suspected that he had misheard.

He turned around and said loudly to the people around him: "This kid said that I am not enough for him to fight, do you think it's funny?"

As soon as Ji Xingyu's words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"He actually said that Ji Xingyu is not his opponent, he is too crazy. ”

"Ji Xingyu is the second master in this class, except for Si Yingxia, who dares to say that he is a sure winner?"

"Maybe they are hidden martial arts masters, haha!"

When the people around saw that there was a good show, they immediately listened to it and came over to watch.

Many people still had some pity for Chen Fan before. After all, from the comparison of body types. Ji Xingyu is more than 1.9 meters tall, and Chen Fan is only 1.7 meters tall, and he is on the weak side at first glance. It's blue belt to white belt again, and everyone naturally sympathizes with Chen Fan.

As a result, as soon as Chen Fan's words came out, many people felt that he was a little unscrupulous.

Anyone who has practiced taekwondo knows that rank is not the truth. But there is a gap between the white belt and the blue belt itself, not to mention the huge difference in height and body size between the two. Unless Chen Fan had practiced other kung fu and was very profound, how could he be Ji Xingyu's opponent.

"Come on, see how my brother fixes you. Ji Xingyu hooked his hand at Chen Fan and said provocatively.

He struck a standard kickboxing stance, and then volleyed two standard slalom side kicks. When the feet were up, the tiger was angry, and many girls were scared white.

After he finished kicking, he looked at Chen Fan, wanting this kid to know the gap between the two.

Unexpectedly, Chen Fan snorted disdainfully:

"Flower fist embroidered legs. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Ji Xingyu's face changed greatly, but even Professor Wu and Si Yingxia next to him also sank. In other people's taekwondo, it is said that people 'embroider legs', and the irony is not only Ji Xingyu alone, but the entire taekwondo.

The surrounding spectators also completely lost sympathy for Chen Fan.

People are self-aware, and at such a time, a dead duck with a hard mouth will only make others look down.

"Come on, give him some color. Someone in the audience shouted angrily.

"Boy, you're looking for death. ”

Ji Xingyu shouted angrily and rushed up.

Compared to ordinary people, his skills are indeed very sharp, whether it is a flying kick or a side kick, it is simple and powerful. If you kick you to the head, you can easily knock someone unconscious.

But in Chen Fan's eyes, don't talk about Wei Ziqing, even Zhou Tianhao's A Biao is not much better than him.

Chen Fan put his hands behind his back and let him get several side kicks and high leg raises in a row.

Seeing that he had been making heavy hands, he couldn't help but snort, and raised his kick high, like a giant axe.

Ji Xingyu was shocked, his hands instinctively stood in front of him, but he fell to his knees with a bang, and the whole person was smashed to the ground by Chen Fan's kick.

Fortunately, the ground is cushioned, otherwise this time, he would have to lie in the hospital bed for half a year.

"Win?"

The crowd on the sidelines was shocked.

Jiang Tanqiu almost stared out his eyes.

He thought that Chen Fan was going to be tyrannized by Ji Xingyu. The result was that Chen Fan knocked Ji Xingyu down with a light kick?

"Ji Xingyu is too weak, even that kid can't take care of it. ”

"It seems that this transfer student is not bragging, he really has two brushes. ”

The people in the audience talked a lot, and the eyes of some people looking at Chen Fan had changed.

Everyone thought he was a dead duck with a hard mouth, but even Ji Xingyu was defeated, and it seems that he still has some ability.

Chang Wen's face changed slightly.

I didn't expect Chen Fan to win, and he won so easily.

"This Ji Xingyu bragged about how strong he was in front of her before, but he couldn't even catch a kick from others, and he was embarrassed to say that he was the second master in the class?"

Only Si Yingxia frowned.

He walked over and looked at Ji Xingyu, and saw that there was nothing serious, but he just fainted, so he turned his head and glared at Chen Fan angrily:

"It's all classmates, why are you doing with such heavy hands?"

"Let's not say that he took the initiative to provoke. Just the few kicks he had before, what do you think would happen if I got hit?" Chen Fan said lightly.

Si Yingxia was embarrassed.

A normal person's roundabout side kick that hits the head can cause minor damage. And Ji Xingyu is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs more than 200 pounds, and if he kicks his head with all his strength, it is very likely to cause a concussion.

Strictly speaking, Chen Fan is still merciful.

But Ji Xingyu is his friend after all, and the two participated in the school team together, this time for Chang Wen.

Thinking of this, Si Yingxia stood up and said:

"Since you have such strength, how about I challenge you?"

Chang Wen's face changed suddenly, and he rushed over to stop him, but was interrupted by Si Yingxia waving his hand.

Chen Fan's previous kick was really amazing, neither his speed nor his strength were like what an ordinary person could play, he must be a practitioner.

But Si Yingxia has confidence in himself.

He became obsessed with the sport after seeing the handsome taekwondo master on TV for the first time as a child, and has been practicing hard for more than ten years now. Although he is still a red belt, it's just because he is too lazy to take the assessment. In terms of real strength, even Coach Wu, who is a second-stage black belt next to him, is not his opponent, and the entire school, that is, the owner of the taekwondo gym, can be slightly better than him.

"You still want to fight me?" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.

After seeing his kick, this Si Yingxia still dared to stand up, it seems that his previous performance is not his real strength.

"You know, if it really starts, it's impossible for me to stop. Chen Fan said lightly.

"Hmph, you really think you can beat our family to welcome summer. ”

As soon as Chen Fan's words came out, some people below were dissatisfied, and a girl in the class snorted.

"Yes, I didn't see how powerful his kick was just now, so it was just a little faster and a little more powerful. Our family's summer is praised even by black belt masters. The other girl took over.

At least half of the girls in the class are admirers of Si Yingxia. Chen Fan's words instantly stabbed the hornet's nest.

When Chen Fan heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh.

These girls are actually half-incomprehensible to fighting and fighting, so they are just a layman to watch the fun. They don't think it's a big deal to have a lot of power and speed. But I don't know that this is the 'true meaning' of martial arts. I am much stronger than you, much faster than you, what skills do I play with you? Just like an adult beating a child, you can use a thousand punches and ten thousand martial arts, and I will knock you down as soon as I punch you.

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