Chapter Thirty-Eight
As soon as these words came out, not only Zhou En, but even the devoured crowd who heard this burst into laughter.
Zhou En nodded and said, "You're going to call grandpa." ”
After finishing speaking, he immediately put on a vigilant posture.
Although Zhou En didn't know what the vigilance style was for, after watching so many fights, he knew that the vigilance style was very important.
However, Zhou En's vigilance style is completely to pick the most handsome Sanda vigilance style and put it out, looking like labor and management are rookies.
On the opposite side, Yuehua's right fist was in front, his left fist was in his hand, and his fists were placed on the center line of his body, this action couldn't help but make Zhou En's eyes narrow slightly.
"This is, protecting the whole body with the middle line, which is the vigilance style of Wing Chun." Liu Yu's voice spread far through the microphone.
You must know that the vigilance style of Wing Chun is not as good-looking as Sanda, nor is it as stylish as that of Taekwondo, so newcomers who pretend to be forced generally do not pose for the vigilance style of Wing Chun.
Zhou En couldn't help but think of his Japanese character serial punch, wasn't it given to him by Su Lin?
Isn't the Japanese word serial punching a trick in Wing Chun?
Then there is only one possibility that all the clues are connected, and Surin is the descendant of the authentic Wing Chun.
"Coach Liu Yu, it seems that many people in your club want to covet the position of this official player." Zhang Li on the side couldn't help but tease.
Liu Yu also felt quite a little that the inheritance of a sect was not the kind of Zhou Enlu Junhao who could only crack it at will.
The weaknesses of each fist technique and each style of each sect will be filled by the previous style, making it a complete circle.
So that the combat effectiveness of people skyrockets.
Thinking of this, Zhou En couldn't help but be secretly surprised. The spirit of cheering up is also twelve points.
Surin must not be allowed to come near him.
This was the only thought in Zhou En's mind.
Fools know that only melee combat can bring out the greatest power of Wing Chun.
"3, 2, 1, start." The referee didn't give everyone time to think about it, and quickly announced the start of the game.
Zhou En's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hit Su Lin with a side kick.
Su Lin looked at the flying legs with a flat face, his face was calm and terrifying.
Master, in the middle of a rural village, Su Lin bowed to the old man in front of him.
The wrinkles on the old man's face seem to fall off, and the dark spots are countless.
The old man looked at the somewhat slackly young man in front of him, and said slowly, "Do you know that you are not my only apprentice. ”
Su Lin was silent for a while, but he was still a little nervous about being able to take care of Su Lin, and said slowly: "The disciple doesn't know. ”
If there were outsiders present, they would definitely think that these two were acting, or they were crazy.
This kind of scene that can only appear in a free fantasy novel can be seen in a small farmhouse.
The old man sighed, and the old look on his face seemed to be a little more.
"It has been more than 70 years since I learned the Yongchun Fist from Ip Man, and the brothers and sisters of that year have all died."
If someone hears this, they will definitely be surprised, Ip Man is the legendary Bruce Lee's master, and this person is actually the brother of Bruce Lee.
"I've always wanted to find a mantle to pass on Yongchun Boxing, but it's too difficult to find qualified martial arts talents."
At this, the old man paused.
"Until I met your senior brother. He was very talented in martial arts, honest and humble, and I decided to teach him Wing Chun at that time. ”
"Your senior brother really lives up to expectations. became a generation of grandmasters,"
"At that time, I never thought that your senior brother's fame was too heavy, and after his studies, his senior brother actually taught Wing Chun in a big way, and opened Wing Chun martial arts gyms all over the country."
Su Lin asked with a little confusion, "Isn't that good?" ”
"Huh." The old man laughed miserably, and there seemed to be endless desolation in his voice.
"I reminded your senior brother, but instead of listening to the persuasion, your senior brother intensified."
"I turned my Yongchun into a book and sold it in various bookstores."
Su Lin couldn't help but be a little silent after hearing this, he didn't know what he should say. This can only be because people have their own aspirations, and the so-called Tao is not in alliance with each other.
On the other hand, as a disciple, you should listen to your teacher no matter what.
"The reason why Master is accepting you as an apprentice is that I hope you can defeat your senior brother in a dignified manner during the Battle of the Hundred Schools."
Hearing what the master confided in his heart, Su Lin's expression was a little gloomy, it turned out that the reason why the master accepted him as an apprentice was not because of how talented he was, but just to take revenge on the senior brother.
As if he had seen his apprentice's thoughts, the old man spoke: "This is only one aspect, the most important thing is that you have a talent that is not inferior to anyone. ”
"But as a teacher, I still hope that you can defeat your senior brother in a dignified manner during the battle of the hundred schools."
These words undoubtedly gave you hope and pressure for Su Lin, and from then on, I followed the master wholeheartedly to learn Wing Chun.
Su Lin looked at the thighs swept in front of him, regardless of it, and rushed to Zhou En's arms by himself.
"Oh my God, Su Lin actually gave up his defense and pressed directly into Zhou En's arms." Zhang Li screamed, completely ignoring her proper demeanor. ”
"Zhou En, today I will let you see the real Japanese character serial punch." Su Lin said as he slammed his right fist into Zhou En's abdomen.
In the stands, Liu Yu's eyes involuntarily widened, and she could see in an instant that Su Lin wanted to defuse Zhou En's kick at the moment, and there was only one way.
Inch strength, only Su Lin, who has mastered inch strength, can hit Zhou En's lower abdomen in a short period of time and achieve the goal of encircling Wei and saving Zhao.
However, countless martial arts enthusiasts will try to learn the strength of Wing Chun, but none of them will return home.
Su Lin, this young man who has just turned twenty, will it?
At this moment, everyone has this question, and such an obvious sentence can be seen by anyone who knows a little bit of martial arts common sense.
Su Lin wanted to punch Zhou En in the lower abdomen with an inch punch.
Cun fist is to exert force in one inch, so it is called cun fist.
Many people will misunderstand Cunquan and think that Cunquan is a very powerful boxing technique.
It's not like this, all the moves of Cun Boxing, or Wing Chun, are all about speed.
Therefore, if Surin had this deep Wing Chun construction site, he would have sent the inch fist to Chew En's lower abdomen before Sulin's leg touched Sulin.
Bump, with a muffled snort, everyone couldn't bear to look at it.
Bumper and bumper, but before everyone could figure out who had won, the sound of boxing kept coming.
Now, even the most stupid person understands.
This is a Japanese serial punch, and it was Surin who won.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but show surprise, it turned out that the biggest dark horse in the competition was not Zhou En, but Su Lin.
Zhou En lay on the ground, he knew that Su Lin was merciful, otherwise he would not have nothing to do.