Chapter 152 Egg Rack Fights Like This

At noon, there was no one in the gymnasium, and it was perhaps the best between-for-all duel, but what was the purpose. Is it for Mr. Yin? Li Ziming muttered in his heart and glanced around the gymnasium that he had never been to before.

This is an old-fashioned gymnasium, built in the seventies and eighties of the last century, with a triangular roof or a brick and wood structure, and steel bars pulled horizontally and vertically on the ridges like spider webs, although it has gone through half a century of ups and downs, it is still as strong as ever.

The gymnasium is obviously multi-functional, because there is a stage, which can also be used as a venue or for performances. There are several table tennis tables on the stage, and in the open space below the stage is a standard basketball court, opposite which is a basketball hoop. The new paint finish and the new steel-framed glass panels indicate that it has not been replaced for a long time.

There are two small doors at the back, and it is said that the small door is relatively large for the site, but it is actually not small. There are a few mats for exercising and some sports equipment at the door, indicating that these two small doors should be the storeroom of the gymnasium.

After entering the gymnasium, Yin Juan walked towards the mats and pointed to the two of them: "Let's spread this out." lest the two of you be hurt. ”

I think you're afraid that the stick will hurt you. Li Ziming said a word in his heart, pretending not to hear it, and turned his face to look elsewhere. That Park Zhiyuan shook his head with a smile and said, "Yin Juan, no need." If you're afraid of getting hurt, it's okay if you don't fight. As he spoke, he glanced at Li Ziming.

These words are obviously a provocation to Li Ziming. Perhaps in the eyes of this stick black belt master Park Zhiyuan, Li Ziming, a student, is not worth a dozen at all, he can kick down with three or two feet, and he needs any mat.

"Yang Wei, what about you?" Yin Juan continued to shout at Li Ziming.

Me? He doesn't need it, why do I need that thing. If you feel sorry for your stick brother, you can put two mats, so that your stick brother will not have a blue nose and swollen face for a while.

Li Ziming thought secretly in his heart, but he could only smile and say, "Xie Lu Xie Yin, I don't need it." It's just a little bit of a discussion, and it doesn't have to be so much trouble. ”

As soon as these words came out, the stick immediately snorted coldly, and glanced at Li Ziming with a grin, obviously with a contemptuous expression. That seems to say: Is it still a competition to fight with your kid? You just wait to be beaten.

Li Ziming ignored him either.

Since neither of them wanted a mat, Yin Juan ran over and asked, "How can you two compare?" Are there any rules? ”

Rules? How do you need rules for this, one taekwondo, one sanda, according to whose rules, just fight and it's over.

Li Ziming did not speak. The stick would be good, and he lowered his head and thought for a while, "Let's play according to the rules of sanda." Fight freely, but do not attack the back of the opponent's head, crotch and other vital parts. ”

Oh, yes, are you afraid that Lao Tzu won't be able to beat you and catch your eggs. Grass! Lao Tzu didn't do that. Li Ziming was guilty in his heart, but he said with a modest smile on his face: "Okay, just follow Mr. Park's plan." ”

"So—let's get started." Yin Juan said on the side.

The two men bowed to each other and opened up the momentum. At this time, I don't know where the two students came from, so they stood outside the field and watched. After a while, there were more and more people, from a few people in twos and threes, to dozens of people, and from dozens of people to hundreds of people, and the open space outside the basketball court was almost full of students who came to watch the excitement.

That Park Zhiyuan is also worthy of being a black belt master, and he kicked at Li Ziming's front door with a kick, and the force was so great that Li Ziming couldn't help but be startled. Li Ziming hurriedly turned his face sideways, stretched out his hand and knocked down Park Zhiyuan's kick to the side.

I didn't want to just defend it with one move, Park Zhiyuan took advantage of the situation and kicked and swept over, this time Li Ziming was not polite, his left hand directly turned into a fist, and hit the leg that Park Zhiyuan kicked over. The fists and feet touched, sliding sideways, and Li Ziming obviously felt that the force on the opponent's leg was really not small.

But after all, Park Zhiyuan was punched in the leg, although the fist had already slid sideways from the leg, but it was also a lot of effort, after the foot landed, he immediately shook a few times, raised his fists, and turned attack into defense.

"Well played!" Those students who watched the excitement couldn't see any doorways, but they could see that Li Ziming's punch obviously occupied the top, and they couldn't help shouting.

That Park Zhiyuan couldn't make a move, and his brows couldn't help but tighten. He probably never thought that he, a master of the underworld, would not be able to deal with a middle school student, and his chagrin was self-evident.

Although Yin Juan, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, couldn't understand it, she could also see that it was obviously Park Zhiyuan who suffered a loss. Could it be that his revenge plan is going to fail like this? Could it be that Li Ziming, this kid, is really so powerful? Yin Juan couldn't help but sweat for Park Zhiyuan.

Although it was only two shots, Li Ziming probably figured out the details of the other party.

Even if you are a professional coach, your skills can't be compared to that of a special forces. It was the result of years of hard training, and I don't know how much suffering and fatigue Lu Dao had to endure. Folk coaches may spend kung fu is good, but fighting depends on reaction speed and shot power, even if you play well, no matter how high your leg kicks will not help.

Li Ziming couldn't help sneering in his heart, and deliberately put on a Wing Chun technique, saying, "Mr. Park continues!" "It's been completely from the winner's point of view.

How could Park Zhiyuan be humiliated by this, he quickly shook his fist, and a standard taekwondo side kick towards Li Ziming's chest.

If this kick landed firmly on Li Ziming's chest, it would at least kick Li Ziming five or six meters away. The students who were watching the excitement on the side couldn't help but sweat for Li Ziming, staring at their eyes, and their mouths opened as if they were fixed.

Yin Juan was even more frightened and covered her eyes, turned her body to the back, and didn't even dare to look at it. She wanted to teach Li Ziming a lesson, but where would she be willing to let Li Ziming get hurt. This foot down, it's strange if you don't kick Li Ziming and vomit blood.

However, Park Zhiyuan still overestimated his own ability, or underestimated Li Ziming's kung fu.

Seeing a side kick coming over, Li Ziming took a step back slightly unhurriedly, and grabbed the foot that Park Zhiyuan kicked with his hands staggered.

When Park Zhiyuan's kick came, it happened to fall into Li Ziming's hands. Li Ziming split down a one-word horse, pulled forward, and also gave a one-word horse to that Park Zhiyuan.

However, this word horse is not something that everyone can do, especially for men, if they do not go through formal training and pull the muscles and bones of their legs, it is impossible to stand it at all. And this kind of pulling is very easy to pull eggs.

That Park Zhiyuan didn't expect Li Ziming to make such a move, the word horse went down, but he felt a pain in his crotch, and he forgot to say it in Chinese, he screamed for a while, circled his legs back, covered his crotch with both hands, and rolled on the ground.

Li Ziming hurriedly got up, helped Park Zhiyuan up from the ground, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Park Zhiyuan nodded, but didn't say a word. Yin Juan came over, although she could see what had happened just now, it was inconvenient to ask more.

After jumping on the ground like a zombie for a long time, Park Zhiyuan felt better, but he still covered his crotch and asked Li Ziming: "Are you really Wing Chun?" ”

Wing Chun? Sing you bird! Big fool, it's all about the moves, it seems that the one just now is still light. Li Ziming scolded his belly, but he could only smile and say: "Cross fist, understand?" Cross fist-" said and made two more random gestures, and then said: "Have you seen it on TV, Huo Yuanjia and Huang Feihong, they are all fighting this kind of punch." ”

That Pu Zhiyuan touched his head and said confusedly: "Huo Yuanjia didn't fight the Lost Trace Boxing, isn't Huang Feihong's fame extinct Foshan Shadowless Feet?" ”

Roll the calves! This guy seems to have really studied Chinese kung fu, and he even knows the hidden fist and shadowless feet. But where to find these two kinds of work? I'm afraid that Huo Ye and Master Huang may not be able to fight if they come back to life. That's just a stuff made up by posterity.

However, Li Ziming was not far away to tell him, and said with a smile: "Cross Fist is an entry-level kung fu, and they can all fight." ”

Yin Juan didn't know what kind of cross fist, shadowless foot, and lost trace fist Lu Dao had, but she only knew that Lu Dao's revenge operation had completely failed. Li Ziming, this kid, is proudly explaining the essence of Chinese kung fu to Korean friends. What tiger and crane double shape, Luohan fist, dragon claw hand, and even the eighteen palms of the dragon, the Nine Yin Sutra, and the Sunflower Treasure Book, the sky is falling, and the stars are splashing.

And the Korean master she invited was even more relished, almost fascinated, a pair of eyes stared at Li Ziming's face, the usual arrogant and disdainful look was no longer there, showing the worship that he had never had.

This South Korean friend probably never thought that the training of special forces is not at all conventional, and the purpose is to defeat the enemy!

At the end of the game, those students who were watching the excitement saw that Li Ziming had won, so they pointed and whispered: "Isn't this Brother Ming." No wonder it's so powerful. It seems that it really deserves its name. ”

Another classmate grinned, as if he had already known the truth, and said, "What is this, the battle with Brother Jun in the playground that day is exciting." Brother Jun brought six people, three of whom were masters, but they were still put to the ground by Brother Ming's three punches and two kicks. ”

The one who spoke before seemed to remember something immediately: "Isn't that the time when Brother Tianjun stabbed our school flower with a dagger the day before yesterday?" Speaking of which, Brother Jun is indeed a little unauthentic, and he even stabbed the school flower with a knife. ”

The other hurriedly sighed and said, "Be quiet, let Brother Jun's people hear, and you will have a good day." But he still couldn't help but comment: "I heard that Brother Jun and Brother Ming fought just to fight for the school flower." ”

The one said, "Stop talking nonsense. Let me tell you, Brother Ming is not that kind of person at all. It's basically the military brother who is jealous. The school flower didn't look at the military brother at all. ”