After the morning of the garden stalls, Guan Lang and Gao Qianhe came to the small venue stage of the Cultural Square to watch the performance.

"Drink!"

The boy in a white performance costume on the stage let out a loud shout, kicked his right leg out vigorously in front of him, and kicked straight on the plank.

"Click. ”

The planks held aloft by the two men in front of them were split in half like plastic.

There was also applause from the audience.

Guan Lang stood in the crowd with the big sun, looking at the "wonderful" martial arts performance routines on the stage, and his face was somewhat disapproving.

If he had been a few weeks ago, he might have felt like the people around him, and he thought those movements were very chic and handsome.

But now that I have learned the E-level Taijiquan that focuses on actual combat after the system has been improved, and then look at these more interesting fancy stunt action routines, I feel that it is not pleasing to the eye.

Although he hasn't practiced martial arts for a long time now, he has unconsciously stood at a relatively high level of martial arts awareness.

It's a bit like the sea was once difficult to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud.

Although taekwondo is already one of the combat sports included in the official competition of the modern Olympic Games, after all, it is only a martial art that exists in reality.

The center of gravity is unstable, the empty door is wide open, flashy. Guan Lang commented in his heart.

If he goes up to fight, I'm afraid he can be brought down with one kick. Guan Lang thought a little excitedly in his heart, and unconsciously began to simulate the battle in his mind.

But thinking about it, he can't go on stage and tear down other people's platforms when he has nothing to do, which will make people hate to death.

Just when Guan Lang was practicing martial arts in his mind.

The boy who was kicking the wooden board on the stage just now suddenly asked the audience: "Is there any student who wants to experience and learn some movements, we can do some on-site sparring teaching." ”

However, it may be that he was worried that he would make a fool of himself, and no one raised his hand, and the scene was a little cold for a while.

The boy's face froze, probably not expecting this to happen, and pursed his lips.

"Haha, it looks like everyone is a little shy, don't be afraid, it's all very simple and easy to learn. He encouraged the audience again.

But still no one wants to come to power.

"Okay, that classmate, can you come up for a while? After the sparring is over, we will send you some small gifts. He probably really felt that it was not a way to go on in such a cold scene, so he simply pointed at the boys in the crowd casually.

"Me?" asked Gao Qianhe, looking left and right, pointing at himself with a panicked face.

"Well, could you please do me a favor?" the boy on the stage nodded.

Gao Qianhe's head shook faster than a rattle, and he didn't want to embarrass in front of so many people.

"Don't be afraid, be brave, come and try, everyone is waiting for you?" the boy smiled again and encouraged.

The eyes of the crowd were also focused on Gao Qianhe.

Gao Qian's expression changed again and again, but he still didn't speak.

"Then I'll give it a try. Guan Lang, who didn't feel the itching next to him, still couldn't help it, and by the way, he relieved Gao Qian and raised his hand.

He also felt that the other party was doing something inauthentic, since no one was willing to cooperate, then skip this link, why do you have to pick someone out of the way.

Although the tone used is a request, it is actually a bit coercive.

The boy in the performance costume nodded, he just needed someone to cooperate, since someone took the initiative to raise his hand, of course it was better.

Guan Lang walked up to the stage and stood beside the boy.

"Thank you for taking the initiative, when you get off the stage, remember to go backstage to receive gifts with our members. The boy probably thought that Guan Lang took the initiative to invite Ying for the small gift he promised.

Guan Lang didn't explain anything, he spread his hands and said, "Do I need to do something?"

"Well, you attack me first, with all the moves you feel you can knock me out. The boy took a few steps back and said confidently, "Don't be afraid that it will hurt me." I'll show you the difference between people who have learned taekwondo and ordinary people, and I'll teach you a few simple moves later. ”

Guan Lang lowered his head slightly and smiled.

"All actions are OK?"

"Well, be bold. The boy was also worried that Guan Lang would not be able to achieve the effect of the show because he was constrained, and encouraged.

Guan Lang raised his eyebrows, since the other party also said so, he also happened to want to see the actual combat results of learning martial arts during this period of time.

And, that's fair too, right?

Although he learned the systematically improved boxing method of operating internal force, he has only studied it for less than a week, and the other party has been learning taekwondo for several years.

Guan Lang stood still and let out a long breath.

His left foot took a slight step to the left, his toes forward, and his eyes stared at the white-robed man a few meters away.

Slowly raise your arms forward, keep your upper body straight, squat with your legs bent at your knees, and gently press down with your palms.

It is the starting movement of E-level Taijiquan that Guan Lang learned.

Guan Lang's actions not only stunned the boy, but even the audience was a little confused.

What is this man doing?

Why did you suddenly start comparing to yourself?

And looking at this soft and soft posture, is it doing tai chi?

The boy may have been amused by Guan Lang's "pretentious" appearance.

"Poof... You're quite good at acting, are you doing tai chi?" the boy couldn't help laughing, looking at Guan Lang's slow movements like an old man.

"Is it Tai Chi on TV?"

"It's a bit like the movements learned in a Tai Chi class taught by a teacher at school, but it doesn't seem to be the same. ”

"This brother doesn't really think that Tai Chi can fight, right?"

"It's kind of silly. ”

"Want to emulate Master Tai Chi Lei?"

The students in the audience also burst into applause.

Two years ago, Master Tai Chi Lei was beaten into a peach blossom by the fighting maniac Xu Xiaodong in 10 seconds, and he was already a one-tone hammer.

And there are also many Tai Chi masters like Master Yan Fang who appear in front of the public from time to time to show their stunts, relying on their internal strength to shock more than a dozen big men, and they are also grandly on TV programs.

It can be said that it is this group of so-called "masters" who are consuming the public's belief in martial arts, so that many people now regard the actual combat ability of martial arts, especially Tai Chi, as a joke.

No matter whether the "masters" justify that their skills are useless, or they are afraid of hurting people's lives, they are only putting the last fig leaf on themselves, and the general trend of irreversible public opinion has gone.

So when the boy on the stage is now comparing Tai Chi to the master who has learned taekwondo for several years, everyone feels a little funny and can't help laughing.

Guan Lang ignored the laughter from the stage to the stage, and breathed his internal strength seriously.

He controlled the input of part of the internal force by feeling, and he didn't dare to exert all his current strength, because he was really worried that he would hurt the opponent and not be good if he had any accidents.

"You're ready, I'm going to go. Guan Lang nodded at the boy a few meters away with a serious face.

“... Come on. Looking at Guan Lang's serious appearance, the boy shook his head again and chuckled.