Three hours later. In another taekwondo training gym in the TY area. Those coaches are constantly guiding the training of the students.

"No, no, you're not in the right position. If this is the case, you will definitely suffer a big loss in the case of actual combat!"

"The punch must be strong, and the style of the punch must be tough. Only in this way will others not dare to bully you!"

"Kick the leg a little higher, so that when you are in actual combat, you can defeat the enemy with one move!"

Just when they were in the mood for practice, they suddenly heard a loud shout coming from the door.

"Kick the gym!"

"Who's tired of it?"

When everyone heard this, they looked back with sore teeth. I saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy looking at them with a smile, and another good man in his twenties looked eager to try.

"Don't make a fuss, what should you do. If you want to sign up, go to the front desk over there, call the registration fee, and we will have a coach to teach you!"

One of the trainers looked at the two teenagers and said nonchalantly. He thought the two teenagers were joking.

But just when he wanted to turn around, he stopped his body abruptly. Because he saw a pair of reporters also rushing in, also carrying long guns and short guns. Looks like it's not a joke.

"Kick the gym!"

Seeing that these individuals didn't pay attention to him, he frowned and shouted.

"What are you doing here?"

The trainer looked at the reporters, then at Ning Feng and the knife, and asked with a frown.

"Kick the gym!"

The knife said succinctly.

The trainer couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth when he heard the knife say this. Looks like they're not joking.

"Wait a minute, I'll call our curator!"

With that, the coach walked towards a single room in the training hall. As for the rest of the trainees in the tube, they were looking curiously at the reporters carrying long guns and short cannons and the two teenagers who were about to kick the gym.

In less than two minutes, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out.

"Haha, welcome to our Korean Wind Taekwondo Training Gym. I don't know what's going on with you?"

The curator looked at the reporters and said politely. Of course, this is the one who is facing these reporters, and if there are no these reporters, I am afraid it would be a different attitude.

"How many times have you said it, kick the gym!

The knife frowned and said impatiently.

"What? Kick the gym? I heard you right! Haha, I don't know if our martial arts hall has offended the two of you?"

Which curator asked with a smile. In fact, this curator is also a little confused. He's been doing this for more than ten years, and he's only heard of kicking the gym, but he's never seen it. Now that I hear it, I naturally feel a little fresh. However, things still need to be asked. After all, these reporters were there. If the reporter is not there, it is easy to talk about closing the door.

"Don't you like what you see?" I'll just ask. Our two brothers came to kick the gym. If not, we'll just tear down your plaques!"

The knife said impatiently. Where is there so much nonsense, there is such a time, and there is a fight.

"Do you want to tear down the plaque of our class? Haha, okay. It seems that the little brother is really here to kick the gym. Since the little brother came to play in the gym, if we shouldn't fight, let others say that we are weak. It's okay, so the contemptible person has a trick with the little brother, see what the little brother has the ability to tear down our plaque. ”

After hearing what the curator said, he said with a strong anger.

"Finally no more nonsense. ”

The knife looked at the curator, and then rushed forward with his fists clenched.

Ten minutes later.

"Stop, don't touch our plaque!"

"Bastard, that plaque can't be removed!"

"Stop!"

In the wailing of the trainers, in the curious and surprised eyes of the students, with a snap, the plaque was directly kicked and shattered.

"None of them can fight. Let's go, next!"

Ning Feng looked at the trainers and the curator who fell to the ground, and said to the knife.

Dao Dao nodded, and then walked out with Ning Feng. As for those reporters, there was a click of the shutter, and after taking the photos, they followed Ning Feng and them out again.

"It's so enjoyable. It's much better than watching an action movie. By the way, did you take a picture? You know, among these reporters, we have a camera. Be sure to take a picture. ”

Sitting in the car, a reporter said to the photographer next to him.

"Don't worry, I've taken them all. But seriously, it's really enjoyable to watch them kick in. ”

The cameraman also nodded again and again, and then said excitedly.

Two hours later.

"Kick the gym!"

In the astonished eyes of the coaches, an annoying voice sounded from the door.

Ten minutes later. The sound of wailing in one place.

"Bastard, you dare to tear down our plaque. ”

"Click!"

The sound of wood breaking sounded.

"Click. ”

There was a shutter click.

Then, there is no then. Because those reporters had already swarmed and followed Ning Feng and them out again.

"Ahem, journalists. It's past three o'clock in the afternoon. The nearest martial arts hall is also in another area. It will take two hours by car. At five o'clock, it is estimated that the doors will be closed. So, we're here for today. Hello guys, haven't eaten? So it's all gone. My two brothers are going to dinner. ”

Ning Feng looked at the reporters who were still following him. He said with a smile.

"It's okay, you go eat yours, and we'll just follow. Otherwise, I will go to you tomorrow. Whichever hotel you stay in, we'll just follow. ”

"Yes, don't worry about us, you two brothers can do whatever you want. It's good if we don't exist. ”

"yes, yes, or we're afraid we won't find you tomorrow!"

After those reporters heard Ning Feng say this, they looked regretful. They haven't seen enough of the clubhouse yet. But when I think about it, I'm going to continue tomorrow. So they all said as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Looking at these excited reporters, Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders towards the knife: "Yes, it seems." These reporters are addicted to watching. I guess I'll continue to follow us tomorrow!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Knife shook his head: "Can they not watch it addictively? This is much more real than an action movie." What's more, I'm a bit addicted. It's not like any ordinary fight. You know, no, I rarely get to meet an opponent like that. It's quite exciting. If there is such a person to practice with me every day, it is estimated that my skills will soon be able to reach a higher level. ”

Looking at the knife with excitement on his face, Ning Feng shook his head speechlessly: "I still ask them to practice every day." You can figure it out. Gotcha, I didn't say it! Let's go, let's eat first. Then find a place to stay!"