"Who is he?"

Feng Zhou didn't look at the tall young man, but looked directly at Ma Tianming.

What is his identity? He is a visiting professor at Nankai University, the director of the Nankai Samurai Fitness Club, and the author of serialized novels in English newspapers.

Any person who comes up to challenge him has to fight?

I didn't have an identity!

"In the lower eight poles and one vein, Luo Haiquan. The tall young man said proudly.

Since Huo Diange, the master of Bajiquan, served as the bodyguard and martial arts instructor of the former Qing Dynasty Emperor Puyi, he was challenged by martial arts masters and did not taste defeat, so the reputation of Bajiquan is very loud in the Jinmen area, and there are countless practitioners.

And Luo Haiquan has worshiped masters as teachers since he was a child, and has been practicing Bajiquan for nearly 20 years, although he is only twenty-five or six years old this year, he is also quite famous among the younger generation in the martial arts world, Luo Haiquan thought that Feng Zhou would be moved. As a result, Feng Zhou's gaze did not fluctuate when he looked at him, as if he was just a cat and a dog.

"Professor Feng, this is a friend of mine, I heard that you are a descendant of the Bagua Sect, and I have come to ask for advice, and I ask you not to refuse. ”

Ma Tianming smiled.

"Professor Feng, I heard that you are a closed disciple of the palace seniors, and you have already obtained the true inheritance of the sixty-four hands of the palace family of the palace seniors, so you must have some skills, so you want to come and ask for advice, you won't be afraid. Luo Haiquan hugged his fists.

"What are you talking about? Professor Feng is afraid of you?" said one of the classmates, who was in a hurry.

"yes, boy, you talk nonsense, be careful to throw you out. ”

The other students also shouted and scolded.

Although this Ma Tianming was arrogant, it was Zhou Zheng in his words, but he didn't expect this Luo Haiquan to be irritable and angry, and he spoke very impulsively, which made everyone indignant.

At this time, the students who can come to Nankai to go to school are either rich or expensive, and few care about Ma Tianming's school management background, although there are no bad words, but the eyes that look at Ma Tianming and Luo Haiquan are also full of anger.

"Oh, is it?" Luo Haiquan looked around, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of contempt. "Professor Feng, it seems that your disciples don't know much about Bajiquan, so I'll offend you!. ”

After he finished speaking, he stomped his foot violently and used the technique of Bajiquan to exert force.

You must know that the stomping, blowing and exerting force of Bajiquan together constitute the three basic elements of Bajiquan's strength, Bajiquan is used in the heels, in the waist, and through the fingertips, so the explosive force is very large, and it is very rich in the characteristics of technical attack, and there is a tendency of "shaking the arms and hitting the sky, stomping and shaking Kyushu".

Sure enough, he stomped down, the ground trembled slightly, and by the time he raised his legs, a clearly visible footprint had been imprinted on the floor of the classroom.

Luo Haiquan looked around proudly, he was sure that few people in the younger generation could do this kind of kung fu. The Feng Zhou in front of him is only eighteen or nineteen years old, even if he practices Xingyi Quan Baguazhang from his mother's womb, he can't reach this foundation.

"Haha, how is it?" Ma Tianming laughed and said, "Professor Feng, what do you think?"

The surrounding classmates couldn't help but change color slightly, and their eyes looked at Luo Haiquan, full of shock.

They don't know how to box, but they know strength.

The floor of this classroom is made of cement concrete, and ordinary people can only smash it with a hammer, at most they can only smash a seal, and it is wishful thinking to smash a hammer trace.

This Ma Tianming usually hangs his son, but he didn't expect to know such a powerful martial arts master!

"I don't know if you have heard of Mr. Huo Diange, the guard of the old Qing Emperor Puyi, he is the uncle of Luo Haiquan Luo, Mr. Huo Diange is invincible all over Jinmen, and Brother Luo is even more outstanding in the younger generation!" Ma Tianming laughed.

"Don't hide it from you, now that the country is in decline, Brother Luo, as a martial artist, also wants to contribute to the rise of the country, so he wants to open a martial arts club at Nankai University. ”

When Ma Tianming said this, his Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

Obviously, he came to kick the gym and smashed the field.

Many students are angry but unable to do anything.

They had just listened to Feng Zhou's speech of "I have a dream", and they were admiring Feng Zhou, but they didn't expect that a smashing field would come at this time, and everyone was angry.

But when it comes to learning, the students are naturally much more powerful than this boxer, but this is a martial arts club, and this kind of pure fighting kung fu is not good.

"Professor Feng!"

A student couldn't help but shout, his eyes shot out of eager expectation, hoping that Feng Zhou would beat up this Luo Haiquan.

"Professor Feng!"

Other students shouted!

"Professor Feng! Professor Feng! Professor Feng!"

The students roared in unison.

This is Feng Zhou's community base, and it is the place where Feng Zhou teaches everyone to practice martial arts.

As a result, they were now bullied and pressed on their heads, and they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, looking at Feng Zhou with expectant eyes.

"Professor Feng, let's take action!"

Luo Haiquan put on a boxing fight, with a calm and calm master's spirit.

Feng Zhou was still standing there, his eyes didn't look at him, but fell on Ma Tianming:

"This classmate, if you want to hold a martial arts club with him and spread Bajiquan, then do it, what are you doing here with me? Do you regard Nankai University as a martial arts? Do you have to kick the hall before holding a club? When President Zhang established the private Nankai University, did he still have to go to Peking University and Tsinghua University to have a debate and poetry competition?"

Feng Zhou said lightly.

At the same time, the face is funny.

"Hahaha......"

As soon as Feng Zhou's words came out, the students all laughed, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Feng Zhou.

During the Republican period, public opinion was equal, free and democratic. If you want to come to Nankai to set up a martial arts club of Bajiquan, then it will be established, and no one will stop you.

But you came to kick the gym, emulating the style of the martial arts gym, and you really went back more and more.

"Professor Feng......" Ma Tianming's face was stunned. And Luo Haiquan next to him saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly said: "It seems that Professor Feng knows that his martial arts practice time is short, isn't he playing against his opponent?"

Luo Hai's several practitioners behind his body also nodded.

These people are all practicing Bajiquan.

They were invited by someone with a heart to come over with Luo Haiquan, and they were originally suspicious of Feng Zhou's age. How could Gong Baosen's closed disciple who held a martial arts club with great fanfare be only eighteen or nineteen years old?

At such an age, I'm afraid that Xingyi Quan has not been proficient, so I came to be a teacher, but I'm afraid that the rumors are wrong, right?

After the real meeting, he completely scoffed. A hairy boy dares to teach students to practice boxing?

In the face of Luo Haiquan's agitation method, Feng Zhou didn't care at all, and said in a calm tone: "If it's okay, please leave, this is the classroom of the Nankai Samurai Fitness Club." If you rush in, it's already a violation. ”

"What's the matter?" Luo Haiquan said with a cold face: "Professor Feng, don't you dare?"

"Huh. ”

Feng Zhou smiled lightly, glanced at Luo Haiquan with his eyes, and said, "With you, you are not worthy!"

His tone was calm and indifferent, as if he were speaking the most normal words.

"I don't deserve it!"

Luo Haiquan seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

He shouted angrily: "Feng Zhou, I respect you as a scholar and a closed disciple of the palace seniors, so I am polite to you, but you don't know what to do! I practiced martial arts at the age of five, and I became a teacher at the age of twenty-three, and I have competed with more than a dozen young masters in the past two years, and I have not tasted a single defeat, and even my master Bohuo Diange has praised me, saying that my future is limitless, and you actually say that I am not worthy?"

"Not worthy!" Feng Zhou still said in a calm tone.

"Sure enough, it's a literati style, what a big breath!" Luo Hai sneered at the back of his body, two young people who practiced Bajiquan.

One of them took a step forward and said, "Senior Brother Feng Hai, who is in Xia Luo, how about me?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him and shook his head slightly: "Don't talk about you, you are not worthy of it!"