Park Changhao smiled slightly, and said proudly: "You are the chief instructor of this martial arts hall, it is said that the great monk Hu from Shaolin Temple is here, right?" ”

"It's your Buddha. Today, when I came to kick the monk in my restaurant, I was bumped into by me, which can only show that when your wife gave birth to you, she let you hit your head on the ground first, so you are so unlucky! With a hideous smile on the corner of Hu Lai's mouth, he had already caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man in his forties next to him, sitting there with his chest covered, supported by several young people.

The corners of his mouth were bloody, his face was pale, and it was obvious that he was not lightly injured.

This person is none other than Lao Wang.

Hu Lai was worried that the tiger was short-tempered and prone to trouble. He couldn't go down the mountain often, so he specially introduced Lao Wang to him.

If you want to say that this old king is usually loyal, he has opened a martial arts gym, and he is also kind, never blushing with others, and he is a good man.

It is quite prestigious in the local area, and it is precisely because of this that Hu Lai said that the tiger was entrusted to him to take care of.

This Lao Wang practiced Dahong boxing, although it is not a first-class boxing method, but he has also practiced for one or two decades, and the idle person is by no means his opponent.

I don't want to be beaten like this.

This shows that the two sticks on the opposite side are not all wine bags and rice bags, at least there are some goods!

But Lao Wang was introduced by himself after all, so after Hu Lai caught a glimpse of this scene, where was he still angry?

In the face of Hu Lai's mockery, Park Changhao didn't care, he said lightly: "Your Z country kung fu is all bells and whistles, flashy and unrealistic, to deal with you, you don't need my senior brother to do anything at all." ”

As he spoke, he straightened the black belt around his waist and stepped forward: "Today, I want to defeat you, and tomorrow, my senior brother and I will go to Shaolin Temple to challenge your so-called masters." Let you know that the only real martial art in the world is taekwondo! ”

As he spoke, he bent down and bowed his head: "Taekwondo black belt sixth dan, Park Changhao, please advise." ”

Hu Lai smiled angrily: "I have long heard that the country of sticks is a model of sitting in a well and watching the sky, Yelang is arrogant, and he doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. My Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, and the spirit of martial arts runs through the ancient and modern. ”

"Today, I don't want you to see what it means to have a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, you really look down on the people in the world!"

As he spoke, he turned around directly: "Come on, grandson, today, if you can force the monk to turn around and fight, even if you win!" ”

Han Yu and the others were shocked by Hu Lai's words, and for the first time, they realized that the monk scolded people so heartily.

The tiger was listening to it, his blood was boiling, and he was almost a national hero in his intuition.

But after listening to Hu Lai's last sentence, he suddenly changed color, opened his mouth and said, "Master: What are you polite to these Fanbang barbarians?" Just beat them out! ”

That is, there is a master, there is an apprentice.

This Hu Lai's attitude towards the stick and the Japanese people is very unfriendly, and I can't imagine that this tiger is not much better than him!

However, I have to say that Park Changhao's literacy is not bad, well, probably to maintain his so-called taekwondo spirit.

Han Yu saw that his body was trembling slightly, but he still insisted on smiling and said, "You Z people are like this, it's quite unreasonable." Don't worry, if I don't knock you down, I won't win! ”

As he spoke, his legs bent down slightly, and his body sprang out like cannonballs.

Then when he was still more than three meters away from Hu Lai, he kicked his feet on the ground fiercely, jumped up violently, and after rotating three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, his right leg swept towards Hu Lai's head from one side, like a heavy tomahawk!

Pretty, gorgeous, stylish, outfit B.

This is exactly the classic action in taekwondo, turning and kicking sideways!

At this time, Park Changhao had a confident smile on his face, as if he had seen Hu Lai kicked to the ground by him.

Although what he said just now was beautiful, he was still full of anger in his heart for the arrogance of Hu Lai fighting with his back to him, otherwise he would not have used such a trick as soon as he came up.

Seeing that his leg was about to sweep to Hu Lai's head, Hu Lai still didn't move, as if he didn't feel that he had launched an attack.

The tiger's face was full of nervousness, and his mouth was wide open, and the master was careful to blurt it out.

At this moment, the scene in the field was still.

I saw that Park Changhao was still in mid-air, maintaining that extremely ornamental and artistic difficult action, and his feet were almost on Hu Lai's face, but he couldn't move forward any further.

Because Hu Lai's hand, I don't know when, actually held his ankle.

The force of a single grip made him jump, turn, and the power of his kicks disappeared.

This sudden change made the tiger not take a breath, and he choked and coughed again and again.

"The speed is too slow, the strength is too weak, and there are too many empty doors!" Hu Lai's calm voice rang out.

Park Changhao over there is not only a master of black belts, although he has encountered a scene that he has never encountered, he is not very flustered.

The moment his foot was caught, he snorted coldly, twisted his body, and kicked his other leg towards the back of Hu Lai's heart.

Hu Lai held his leg and shook it slightly, and he was like a snake that had been thrown off his spine, and he involuntarily bumped into Hu Lai under his head and feet.

The leg he had just kicked out also rubbed Hu Lai's shoulder and landed in the air.

This time he was a little panicked, and hugged Hu Lai's leg with his teeth and claws in both hands. But at this moment, one foot in his eyes kept magnifying. Then, slammed it on his face.

Park Chang Ho suddenly changed his face to the ground, as if he had an acceleration mop, and slid out on the ground.

Although the ground here is very smooth, he can't stand the friction of his face.

By the time he stopped, a large piece of skin had been worn off on his face, and half of his face was swollen.

The snow-white taekwondo uniform wiped out a large piece of ash on the ground, as if he had just climbed out of the garbage can, where is the slightest demeanor just now?

However, after he got up, the first time he didn't wipe his face, but covered his mouth, where he retched several times, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Hu Lai and said, "You, how many days have you not washed your feet?" ”

Hearing him say this, everyone saw that Hu Lai was slowly sending his right foot into his shoe.

He wears a pair of special monk shoes that resemble sneakers, and he has a habit of not wearing socks.

This guy has been running with Han Yu for a day, and he is sweaty again, although he only shows his kung fu for a moment, everyone still feels that there is a strong smell of salted fish lingering on the tip of his nose!

Damn, Park Changhao, this kid, probably won't be able to eat seafood anymore in the future!

Everyone looked at Park Changhao sympathetically, and Hu Zi didn't look back from beginning to end: "Amitabha, monks are actually very hygienic, but these days are too busy, so they are a little lazy, about six or seven days, and they haven't been freshened up!" ”

Park Changhao stumbled and almost didn't fall.

"But don't worry, the monk's athlete's foot is not contagious!" Hu Lai kindly added again.

That Park Changhao couldn't hold back any longer, roared angrily, and rushed towards his back again.

In fact, in taekwondo, the most powerful thing is not the leg technique, but the boxing technique.

It is only because of the lethality of boxing that it has led to the abolition of the use of this aspect in international taekwondo competitions.

However, as a master of the sixth dan black belt in taekwondo, Park Changhao naturally has to know three moves and two styles.

His fist was like the wind, and it was a fierce attack according to Hulai.

Hu Lai, as if he had eyes in the back, and his body seemed to be clumsy and dodged left and right, but Park Changhao's attack was all in vain.

Park Changhao is getting more and more angry, his right hand fist suddenly slammed out, and his left hand smashed into Hu Lai's waist from the side.

Obviously, he wants to seal Hu Lai's dodge space, but who is Hu Lai?

He lived in the inner courtyard of Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he had seventy-two Shaolin stunts, not to mention thirty-six, but after decades of tempering, how could he be compared to Park Changhao?

Hu said that he was going to face the enemy in the future, which seemed arrogant, but in fact it was because he had absolute self-confidence.

After he was sixteen years old, he went around challenging the senior brothers and nephews of the inner temple.

But everyone, the purpose is to study Buddhism, that is, to practice martial arts, but also to strengthen the body and protect the temple, who is willing to fight with him all day long?

In addition, Hu Lai's seniority is higher, and his talent in martial arts is far beyond ordinary people, everyone just wants to do something with him, and he is not an opponent, so naturally they avoid him even more.

In desperation, Hu Lai had no choice but to go to Tongren Lane to vent his extraordinary energy.

Speaking of this Bronze Man Alley, it is also a must-have in Shaolin.

This is the inner courtyard of Shaolin, a way to test the martial arts of the monks, in order to avoid the disciples in the temple, go out to cause trouble, fall the reputation of Shaolin, the disciples of the inner courtyard, if you want to leave the temple, you must first pass the eighteen bronze people in the bronze alley.

This is not long after the Shaolin temple was built, a monk who is proficient in organs, martial arts design, every bronze man, can be controlled by the organ, play a special set of **.

What fists, palms, legs, knives, swords, sticks, and so on, plus the space and position similar to the formation, the strong body of the bronze man is by no means inferior to the eighteen elite younger brothers.

When Hu Lai was sixteen years old, he went to Tongren Lane, and when he was eighteen years old, he passed the test of Tongren Lane.

Since then, I've gone to Bronze Man Alley to fight those iron bumps.

It's just that after a long time, he feels a little bored. As he became more and more familiar with these eighteen bronze figures, he knew many of the changes in them, and finally reached the level that he could pass the test with his eyes closed.

It's like someone playing Contra, who doesn't fire a shot along the way, and can clear the level just by jumping, and the game has been played to this extent, so what's the point?

Therefore, in order to increase the playability of the game, Hu Lai invented many tricks, such as walking vertically, tying hands, and so on.

Among them, there is the trick of crossing the alley with his back to the bronze man.

As a result, in the end, he practiced this body, even if he turned his back to the enemy, he could judge the opponent's attack position and method by listening to the wind and identifying the position, and he could make moves with his back to his back.

It can be said that this is a unique unique skill that belongs to him in the whole world.

After all, who can be so bored as to be in an alley for years, with their eyes closed, going backwards and competing with eighteen bronze men?

Therefore, Hu Lai seems to be an arrogant move, but in fact, it is doomed to the tragedy of Park Changhao!