Zheng Ya heard Zijie bench press and asked in a low voice, "Zhiyu, don't you really like Zheng Ya, the old hat?" is so good to him, even pay him the tuition fee, he makes fun of you, and you can bear it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lin Zhiyu pushed the barbell next to Zijie, Zheng Ya heard her say with a big grin while sparring: "How is it possible, Zijie, you don't know my temper, my Lin Zhiyu is the most chivalrous, specializing in all kinds of injustices, Zhou Yu bullied Zheng Ya, this woman is not used to it, she helps out, and it has nothing to do with feelings." ”

At this time, Zheng Ya was slammed to the ground by a national arts student.

The thick protective clothing didn't seem to be able to guarantee Zheng Ya's safety, and after Zheng Ya landed, he felt that something was wrong.

And I couldn't help but think in my heart: "Also, I thought I had a vague good feeling, but now that I think about it, it's just my own illusion, and also, the family of Zhiyu is not in the same world as myself, and I think a little too much." ”

Because he is not in love yet, he doesn't feel very deeply, Zheng Ya's feelings for Lin Zhiyu are actually only in a good state, but there is not much sadness, but after hearing the whispers of the two, Zheng Ya decided to hide the fact that he is a sparring partner.

Continue to let Lin Zhiyu be a hero with peace of mind.

Once he emerges, it is estimated that Lin Zhiyu will be more embarrassed.

Wearing a practice uniform that completely changed their height and weight, and made up their minds not to speak, Lin Zhiyu and Zijie really didn't recognize Yapeng as Zheng Ya at all.

After Friday night's training, Zheng Ya felt that she should be in better shape than before she came here, and estimated that she would need to increase the weight of her training on Saturday.

On the second day, after a day of intense review, Zheng Ya arrived at the Hong Thai Art Hall on time at half past six.

But to Zheng Ya's surprise, the aunt guarding the door told Zheng Ya that the students of the adult group of the Guoshu Hall were temporarily pulled to communicate, and Zheng Ya didn't need to sparring, but the aunt who guarded the door also told Zheng Ya that Teacher Wan had explained to her that if Zheng Ya came, she could train in the training room by herself.

Wan Taihong's suggestion is no more than an hour.

Zheng Ya naturally couldn't ask for it, so he happily walked into the training room and started his homework.

Bench press, squat, Zheng Ya quickly began to practice according to his original plan.

Soon, half an hour passed, and Zheng Ya completed the scheduled training task.

Looking left and right, there was still no one else coming in the training room.

After thinking about it, Zheng Ya opened the Luohan boxing routine and was ready to fight twice to try his boxing strength.

After Luohan's fist came down, Zheng Ya's body began to sweat, Zheng Ya picked up the towel of the National Art Museum, ready to wipe it and continue.

I was surprised to find that I didn't know when, a young student wearing a white satin costume, a turban, and a belt came to the Guoshu Museum, and was applauding himself.

Zheng Ya saw this student for the first time, and politely, according to the rules of the National Art Pavilion, his hands arched slightly: "May I ask senior brother, who are you?" ”

"The lower plate is stable and powerful, and the fist is gushing", the young student stood up straight and reached a height of more than 1.85 meters, half a head taller than Zheng Ya, and looked much stronger than Zheng Ya, and said quickly in his mouth: "This is Shaolin Luohan Boxing, it seems that you are a real Shaolin lay disciple." ”

Zheng Ya thought so in his heart, indeed, his father is the descendant of Shaolin Tanjiao, and his ancestor is the heir of the authentic Shaolin layman, so he should indeed be regarded as a disciple of the Shaolin layman.

Couldn't help it, Zheng Ya nodded and said with a smile: "Senior brother has good eyesight." ”

The young student smiled, jumped on the spot, jumped onto the training platform where Zheng Ya practiced boxing, clenched his fists with both hands, slowly pulled away one after the other, his feet were also one after the other, and his heels were raised a little and lightly on the mat, and he said in his mouth: "Han Wu Taekwondo Hall, Li Wentai, please advise." ”

As soon as Zheng Ya saw this posture, he immediately knew that this kid had misunderstood that he was a student of the Hongkang Guoshu Pavilion, and when he was about to wave his hand to explain, he suddenly thought in his heart: "Haven't you been beaten today to practice the three internal strengths?" Didn't you just want to find someone to try the effect of being beaten without wearing protective clothing? Isn't this just a ready-made test subject? ”

As soon as the thought turned like this, a slight smile appeared on Zheng Ya's face, his legs bent slightly, and he hooked his hand forward and said, "Senior Brother Li, please." ”

Li Wentai jumped lightly a few times.

The Xingyue Bodhi Zi in Zheng Ya's mind had already quickly judged that this was an opponent with relatively strong strength and profound martial arts cultivation.

Gently, following the beating rhythm of Li Wentai, Zheng Ya also adjusted his position appropriately.

Because he wanted to try to see if being beaten could be beneficial to the relationship between practicing the three strengths in the inner body, Zheng Ya didn't plan to attack, and because Zheng Ya actually didn't have a lot of boxing skills, there were really not many moves that could be used at this time.

Li Wentai jumped a few times and launched a sudden attack, a small jump. His right leg shrank suddenly, shrunk his foot to his waist, and kicked directly towards Zheng Ya's front.

There is no record of this kind of move in Xingyue Bodhi.

However, quickly, Xingyue Bodhi reminded Zheng Ya to retreat sideways, bend his legs, and attack his lower plate.

If you follow Xingyue Bodhi's prompts, Zheng Ya can be sure that he will not be hit in the leg, and whether he can hurt his opponent depends on his reaction.

But now, Zheng Ya's purpose is to see if the beating that goes into the flesh and bones has a training effect, so naturally he can't hide like that.

Gritting his teeth, Zheng Ya turned sideways, put his hands together, and a huge force came from Li Wentai's feet.

With a bang, Zheng Ya's ass was kicked to the ground.

Li Wentai screamed "ah" in his mouth, shrank his legs, retracted it, waved his hands from side to side, faced Zheng Ya, and said proudly: "How is it?" Can we fight again? ”

Zheng Ya quickly sensed the changes in herself, and found that although she felt tightness in her chest, it was fine, and the effect of this leg just now was much better than the usual sparring partner.

Zheng Ya understands that as long as he can stand it, he can do without wearing protective clothing, and the direct sparring effect is better.

Standing up straight from the ground quickly, Zheng Ya put on a posture again: "Come on." ”

Li Wentai's eyes showed a trace of disdain, his legs lightly touched the mat, his body spun violently, and after a circle, he threw out his legs, and his right leg quickly kicked Zheng Ya.

The whirlwind kick, one of the most lethal moves in taekwondo, is often one of the signs of success in taekwondo.

Martial artists who are familiar with taekwondo, with this move alone, can also see that Li Wentai's taekwondo level should not be low, of course, if you are a martial artist who is familiar with modern martial arts, you can already see his approximate strength from the red and black belt around Li Wentai's waist.

Xingyue Bodhi gave a cautious evaluation of this move, and quickly made Zheng Ya move sideways to dodge, but did not give a command to counterattack.

Zheng Yayi gritted his teeth and did not dodge according to Xingyue Bodhi's prompts, but stepped forward to block it.

With a bang, Zheng Ya felt a little dizzy, and with an ordinary sound, he was swept down on the mat again.

Hard, after a while, Zheng Ya got up again and hooked his fingers: "Come again." ”

Li Wentai attacked, and Zheng Ya fell.

Li Wentai fell, and Zheng Ya fell.

Li Wentai elbowed, Zheng Ya covered his abdomen and fell.

For a full twenty minutes, Zheng Ya was knocked down again and again, but stubbornly stood up again and again.

Li Wentai finally got impatient, put his right hand in front of his mouth, nodded his thumb on the mat, and said proudly: "Chinese kung fu, wreath show legs, is not my opponent of Korean art at all." ”

Zheng Ya's hands, which seemed to be holding on to the mat with difficulty, shook suddenly: "You said you are Korean, what kind of Korean art are yours?" ”

Li Wentai nodded proudly.

Zheng Ya quickly stood up: "Why didn't you say it earlier......"