Chapter Seventy-One: Kicking the Pavilion

As a warrior, as a Chinese warrior, martial arts come first. If you don't have martial arts, then you don't even have the qualifications to practice boxing. If the body is not right, the shadow will naturally be crooked.

"Supposedly, they were recommended to come in." Xia Houfeng reminded softly.

"I didn't expect there to be these scum in the club." Lin Yang was still a little indignant when he thought about it now. "Not anymore, though. Because now I'm the boss. ”

Lin Yang straightened his chest as he spoke, making a proud look.

Anyway, there are hundreds of people, and I can't manage them by myself. What is not worth keeping, I will not keep. Maybe I'll go up and make up for it.

Xia Houfeng looked at Lin Yang for a long time and said, "You are very different. ”

"How?"

"Qiu Caihao also mentioned the construction of martial arts when he was the president, but most of the purpose of our training is to participate in competitions. Earn honors for the school and for the individual. Everyone is working hard for this purpose. As long as you're strong enough and play well, that's enough. I've never said that I kicked someone out because of bad conduct, at most education. ”

Lin Yang looked at Xia Houfeng with a smile and asked, "Your name is Xia Houfeng, right?" Is the Minister of the Ministry of National Arts? ”

"Yes."

"Then let me ask you, what is the national art?"

"Guoshu ......" Xia Houfeng paused for a moment, quickly organized language in his brain, and said: "In my opinion, Guoshu is a hobby or specialty, and it is also a cultural inheritance. Because every time I do those movements, I can feel as if someone from before me is talking to me softly. It calms me down. ”

Lin Yang listened quietly and nodded slowly, and after Xia Houfeng finished speaking, Lin Yang commented: "Yes, it's not right." Because that's what you know about the national arts. What is martial arts? Stop fighting for martial arts. What does it take to stop fighting? Morality! The national art is to save people and strengthen the body. Therefore, I think that people who do not have martial arts should not touch the national arts, or they should not touch martial arts directly. Chinese national arts, who wants to learn it? ”

Xia Houfeng looked around, there was only one student in the empty training room around, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

Lin Yang noticed this detail, stepped forward and patted Xia Houfeng on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, as the president of this club, I will not give up on your National Arts Department no matter what time it is." On the contrary, I want to carry you forward. When the time comes, I will fill this training room with excellent and martial arts students, and you will be responsible for putting the training uniform that was ruthlessly thrown on the ground in the highest position. ”

Listening to Lin Yang's words, Xia Houfeng seemed to see the near future. The glint in his eyes flickered, and then he fell into a lost confusion again.

"There is also a martial arts club in Yunxiao University, called the Jingwu Club. There are also many masters among them, and their overall strength is not below us, and they have always wanted to swallow up our society before. But it has been hindered that Qiu Caihao is safe and stable, and now Qiu Caihao is gone, a few days ago they came to the door to kick the hall and handed us the battle book in front of everyone. And the content of the war book is obviously bullying: friendship and learning, no matter whether you win or lose, only fight for national skills. ”

The Muay Thai club and other departments are fatter than the other, and of course the weakest ones are chosen to bully.

"Now there are only two people left in our entire National Arts Department, me and Nantian. And it is said that there are more than a dozen people in their national art department. Moreover, the head of their national martial arts department once won the championship of the provincial national martial arts free fighting competition. ”

"Did you say yes?"

"Not yet."

"How?" Lin Yang looked at Xia Houfeng with a smile and said, "Are you scared?" ”

"Honestly, sort of. His grappling hand is iron-clawed, and he specializes in my straight punches. But I'm not afraid of this, I'm afraid that the National Art Department is like this now, and if I lose again, then even if you don't say it, other people will lose confidence in the National Art Department. ”

Lin Yang looked at Xia Houfeng with a worried face, and thought: When did this kid become so noble?

"You should think so, what happens if we win?"

"In that case, it proves that our weakest departments are stronger than them!"

"But...... In case ......"

"No in case. Because I'm here. ”

Calling the students who had been rushing to the back of the box, Lin Yang said, "Your name is Nantian?" ”

"Yes! Hello President. Nantian wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and said.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Lin Yang asked, "Do you want to win?" ”

"Yes!" Nantian didn't want to answer directly.

"Can you endure hardship?"

Nantian looked at Lin Yang's eyes, which were deep and terrifying. Swallowing dryly, he replied, "Yes." ”

"It's louder, I can't hear it."

"Yes!"

"Didn't you have dinner? Did you hear it yourself? Don't tell me, I want you to know. Say! Can it be !! ”

"Yes! Must be able to! Absolutely! ”

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"I'll go, minister, coach, help~ I'm dying, I can't hold on......"

Nantian complained and shouted to Xia Houfeng beside him.

At this time, there were dozens of dumbbells weighing hundreds of pounds tied to his body, as well as large and small weights. And he was still crouching. His fists were stretched out, and a large iron chain was still hanging from his hand.

The summer wind not far away is also about the same treatment, or even a little more.

Xia Houfeng persisted for a few minutes, his face turned red, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. And his legs are shaking very much now, but his hands are still as steady as Mount Tai.

Although Nantian has been complaining, he has persisted for a long time. In the end, his arms shook wildly, but his legs were nothing.

Lin Yang glanced at it a few times, and his gaze returned to the "challenge book" in his hand again. Drinking the juice in his mouth, he said leisurely: "Look at the date written on it, it seems that it is not a few days." Can't relax. Here, Taotao, add two more to the two of them. ”

A slender man on the side responded, turned around and prepared to continue looking for dumbbells.

As soon as Lin Yang's words came out, the two of them collapsed one after another. Dumbbells were scattered all over the ground.

There are no dumbbells in the school gym anymore!

Xia Houfeng and Nantian looked at the people in front of them in disbelief, who were tied to their own bodies, with weights tied, sandbags, and dumbbells, still calm and relaxed, analyzing the battle situation while walking on horses, and commanding others, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: What the hell is this guy?

He took his straight punch head-on, and used the force of the shock to injure himself. The simplest of Ma Buchong punches took the fist of the iron fist Govun and seriously injured him.

This man, when you meet him, you can always see a victory without suspense.

This is the situation I saw, our school has been dropped two masters, so what did I not see?

Xia Houfeng didn't dare to guess. What kind of energy is hidden under the skin of this man who seems to be smiling and gentle on the surface.

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Another place at Yunxiao University.

A man with yellow hair walked to the door of a classroom. After a few reasons, he knocked on the door softly and in a very tangled way.

The door was opened by a man who was unusually strong, taller than Huang Mao, and two heads taller. The figure of one person almost blocked the entire doorway. The man's face was covered with stubble, his big eyes were blazing, and there was always a hint of fierceness in his eyes. The whole person looks like he is going to fall down at any time and will crush you half to death.

As if he didn't feel the huge pressure, Huang Mao stretched out his right hand covered with plaster, smiled far-fetchedly, and said, "Big black bear, I haven't seen you for a long time." Is your president here? ”