At this moment, Fang Bingqing began to seriously look at the man in front of him.

The body is well-proportioned and the limbs are slender.

The face is thin and the contours are angular.

is dressed in a snow-white uniform, lining him with the feeling of a cold-faced knight in a martial arts drama.

The front chest of the robe is printed with the logo of 'Canglan Martial Arts Hall' on the right side.

There are three words printed on the left arm of the Taoist uniform - Li Feibai.

Come to think of it, that's the name of this person.

Li Feibai withdrew the soft knife and noticed Fang Bingqing's gaze, his delicate face still spread out without any expression.

It's just that there is some appreciation in those eagle eyes.

"My name is Fang Bingqing, I promise." Fang Bingqing took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

She has always admired her respectable opponents.

"Li Feibai, the coach of this gym."

Li Feibai changed the soft knife to his left hand and held his right hand.

"Coach Li, where is the training hall?" Fang Bingqing asked.

"Just go through the arched door over there, Pavilion Master Nie has been waiting for you in the hall for a long time." Li Feibai raised his hand and pointed obliquely in a direction.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I still have some things, so I won't go with you. ”

"Okay."

After saying goodbye to Li Feibai, Fang Bingqing walked alone along the gravel path towards the training hall.

Her back was still as cold as when she came, and she didn't stand tall at all because she had won a few games.

Between martial artists, fighting is an indispensable stepping stone for mutual progress.

There are victories and there are losses.

No one can be a winner forever.

Therefore, as long as you treat every fight with heart and respect for every opponent, then victory or defeat is not so important.

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Walk through the arched gate and into a small empty courtyard.

Directly opposite is the training hall.

There were already more than a dozen students in Taoist uniforms doing physical training.

To the left of the hall are several small classrooms.

Through the classroom window, you can see the students sitting in a circle, listening carefully to the instructor's lectures.

To the right of the hall is the coach's office.

The office door on the second floor is open.

At the railing in front of the door stood a middle-aged man, about fifty years old.

He is of medium height, with thick black hair and a hint of majesty hidden in his face.

"Come on." The middle-aged man said loudly towards Fang Bing.

Then he went into the house with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Fang Bingqing quickly stepped on the steps and went upstairs.

Walk to the open door and stop.

There is a rectangular plaque hanging on the wall facing the door, on which the words 'Canglan Martial Arts Hall' are also written.

Below the plaque hangs a large black character on a white background with the word "Wu".

Underneath is a vermilion wooden desk.

On the wooden chair behind the desk sat the middle-aged man.

is over fifty years old, but he still looks strong.

Although the wrinkles can be clearly seen on the forehead at the corners of his eyes, we can't deny that behind the wrinkles, there is clearly the image of a handsome man.

"Knock knock~" Fang Bingqing knocked politely on the door.

"Enter." The man has a strong voice.

Fang Bingqing walked up to the desk and said respectfully, "Master." ”

Yes, this person is Fang Bingqing's master, Nie Guoan.

Master, who has trained her for nearly ten years,

A master who is also a master and a father.

"Fifteen minutes, slow." Nie Guoan pointed to the clock on the wall on the right and said in a deep voice.

Beneath the clock were two large closets lined with trophies, medals, and certificates.

There are several posters and photos of the competition hanging around.

Before Fang Bingqing could say anything, Nie Guoan said firmly: "It seems that the training has been slackened recently. ”