This class is a math class, but it is no different from the other classes for Lu Fang, which is used for forty-five minutes of napping and sleeping. But maybe it was because he was worried about what he promised Jiang Han, so Lu Fang didn't sleep for the first time, but sat in his seat with his cheeks on his cheeks, and glanced at the math teacher who was spitting in front of the blackboard from time to time.

The math teacher who thanked him sensed his gaze, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then with relief, so he cast enthusiastic glances at him from time to time. Lu Fang was given goosebumps by the gaze, rolled his eyes, and turned his gaze to other places with disdain.

At this time, the boy sitting behind him poked him in the back. Lu Fang turned around and inquired with his gaze, and found that the boy raised his chin towards his right front. Lu Fang turned back knowingly, and cast his gaze to the right front.

I saw Cheng Jun standing up the book to block the teacher's view, and turned his head sideways to look at Lu Fang.

"What?" Lu Fang asked in a lip call.

"What is your little brother looking for you?" Cheng Jun's lips moved so fast that ordinary people couldn't understand what he was talking about, but as a dead friend, there was still a tacit understanding.

Lu Fang simply lip-spoke the matter.

"Are you going?" Cheng Jun asked.

"Of course I promised, others will go." Lu Fang did not hesitate at all.

"Are you so confident that you can do it alone?"

"I'm not scared of the owner of the largest martial arts hall in Jiuzhou City, just a deputy hall master, it's a little meaning."

"If you let her know that you went to the hero to save the beauty, would you die miserably at night?" Cheng Jun said with a wicked smile.

Lu Fang made a silent gesture: "I'm just doing my friend a favor, and I'm not going for a beautiful woman." Don't talk nonsense about her. ”

"Yes, yes." Cheng Jun nodded.

Lu Fang thought for a moment, and asked in a lip language, "Have you seen that Feng Yue?" ”

Cheng Jun nodded.

"Is it really as beautiful as Xiao Hei said?"

Cheng Jun nodded very firmly.

Lu Fang raised an eyebrow.

"Don't have any ideas, you have to remember that you are a man with a 'family'. If you split your legs, even if she can't do anything to you, you can't eat and walk around her dad's side. Cheng Jun said with a hippie smile.

Lu Fang feigned anger and said, "Why do you talk so much nonsense, kid? ”

"I'm here for your good......"

Cheng Jun didn't finish expressing this sentence, only heard "cough cough" twice, and then Cheng Jun's name was called out of the mouth of the "Mediterranean" math teacher. It seems that the air communication between the two people has been discovered.

Cheng Jun hurriedly turned around, put down the books in front of him, and stood up calmly.

"Mediterranean" cleared his throat again, pointed to the question on the blackboard with his whip, and said, "Cheng Jun, please answer this question." ”

Cheng Jun calmly glanced at the question, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then said the steps and results of answering the question in an orderly and correct manner.

"Mediterranean" could hardly find fault with it, so he had to say awkwardly: "Ahem, very good answer, please sit down." During class time, the head is awkwardly looking back, and the blackboard is in front. ”

"Yes." Cheng Jun replied respectfully, and then sat down steadily. After sitting down, I didn't forget to give a thumbs up to the seat on the road.

Depend on! is worthy of being an honor student, if I had been criticized a long time ago. Lu Fang thought secretly.

Finally got up to the end of school, Lu Fang took his schoolbag back and walked out of the school gate quickly.

At the school gate, Xiao Heijianghan was already waiting there on an electric car.

"Boss." Jiang Han called out to stop him.

"Where's your boss Feng Yue?"

"She didn't come to class in the afternoon, so she probably prepared in the martial arts hall."

I didn't say much on the road, and stepped into the back seat of the electric car. Jiang Han twisted the handle, and the electric car sped away in the distance.

Speaking of the origin of martial arts and martial arts, we have to go back to the first year of the Celestial Calendar more than 4,000 years ago.

After the end of the "Battle of Dawn", although the patriarch of the Dark Evil Moon Clan, Heavenly Evil, and the Seven Great Ghost Kings, were sealed, and the Evil Moon Clan was almost completely killed and injured, there were still a small number of survivors who were able to escape and wander to all corners of the sky and land, waiting for an opportunity to find a way to break the seal and make a comeback.

However, at this time, the vitality of the six Yuan clans was greatly damaged, except for some who continued to track down the whereabouts of the survivors of the Evil Moon Clan, most of the rest of the Yuan people chose to leave the original location of the clan to integrate into human society, intermarry with humans, and reproduce. In order to better deal with the recurrence of incidents similar to the Evil Moon Clan in the future, the Yuan Masters created a set of martial arts suitable for human cultivation according to their cultivation methods according to human constitutions, and taught it to human beings. Through the cultivation of martial arts, human beings have greatly improved their individual combat ability, and the strength of some talented martial arts masters is even inferior to that of some weaker and not good at fighting.

In this way, martial arts have been passed down from generation to generation in human history, and hundreds of different schools have been derived from the continuous improvement and innovation of many martial artists for more than 4,000 years. In this process, under the influence of various martial arts schools, the Yuan Masters also integrated Yuan Li and martial arts moves, improved and innovated many Yuan Force techniques, and the fighting methods and levels of the Yuan Masters also increased day by day.

However, with the development of human science and technology, thermal weapons, directed energy weapons and kinetic energy weapons have appeared and popularized one after another, and ordinary people can rely on these weapons to have the combat power comparable to those of dollars, so martial arts have also begun to decline, and gradually become a way to strengthen the body.

But in recent centuries, the martial arts have slowly begun to revive again. The reason for this is that with the continuous intermarriage between the Yuan and the human race for more than 4,000 years, although the number of Yuan has increased exponentially, the purity of the bloodline has not been as good as before. In the past, people who inherited the bloodline of the Yuan could sense the Yuan from the outside world from the moment they were born and passively absorb the Yuan into the body and transform it into Yuan Power. But gradually, there are more and more Yuan people who have been awakened in the acquired bloodline, and the age of awakening is getting older and older. About a thousand years ago, the first person who had the blood of the Yuan but did not awaken until he died. After that, there were more and more such bloodline sleepers, all of whom failed to achieve bloodline awakening before the age of six.

Seeing other peers realize the awakening of the bloodline and become superior to the Yuan, suffering from such a psychological gap and intentional or unintentional discrimination by their family members, these bloodline sleepers continue to seek ways to change. But hundreds of years of attempts have failed, and scientific experts have not found a solution. As a result, many bloodline sleepers began to become obsessed with martial arts, hoping to enhance their own strength by cultivating martial arts, so as to regain the recognition of their families and other primordial beings.

It has been proved that although the bloodline sleeper cannot use the Yuan force, he has an unusual talent in the martial arts, and the Yuan people of the same age will most likely be at a disadvantage when they fight against them without using the Yuan Force technique, which also makes more and more bloodline sleepers begin to immerse themselves in the martial arts. Later, as there were more and more bloodline sleepers, the discrimination against them by various Yuan families had completely disappeared (after all, no one dared to guarantee that their descendants would not be bloodline sleepers), but many of them still chose to cultivate martial arts.

As a large number of bloodline sleepers practiced martial arts, the wind of martial arts became popular in the heavens and land, and more ordinary people also joined in, and all kinds of martial arts halls sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and until now there is still no trend of decline.

There are many martial arts halls, and mutual exchanges are inevitable. In the early stage, due to the lack of management constraints, the competition between martial arts halls evolved into large-scale martial arts fights and affected ordinary people. Therefore, under the coordination of the governments of Tianlu and the Yuan, the martial arts master and everyone established the martial arts association, and held martial arts conferences and competitions at all levels in the name of the association for exchanges between various martial arts halls.

After that, there were a lot less private exchanges between martial arts halls, and most of those with personal grievances would choose to compete in the competition. And the situation of kicking the gym is even rarer, after all, unless the contradiction between the two martial arts halls has reached the point of irreconcilability, it will never take such an extreme way. What's more, there is a martial arts association, and the kicking party must report to the association in advance. When kicking the stadium, a representative of the association must be present to preside over and control the scene.

Lu Fang and Jiang Han rode the electric car for about ten minutes and arrived at their destination.

Fengyun Wuguan is located next to a small road in the old city, there are no large-scale residential areas around, there are no commercial streets, and there are sporadic residents who live nearby, which seems lonely and lonely. The façade of the martial arts hall is crawling with traces of time, and the white walls have turned yellow and cracked. The signboard with gold characters on a black background in the martial arts hall is slightly old, the black background is a little gray, and the gold paint is peeling off badly, but the surface is spotless, and it is obvious that someone is carefully wiping it every day.

Jiang Han found a place to park the car, let the way and wait at the door, and walked in first.

After five minutes, Jiang Han came out, already changing into an orange martial arts uniform, with a set in the crook of his arm. He walked to Lu Fang and handed him the martial arts uniform, saying, "Boss, you can quickly change it." The people from the Fortress Martial Arts Hall haven't come yet, so we'll go in and find an inconspicuous corner to wait for them later. ”

Lu Fang changed his clothes very quickly, and then followed Jiang Han into the martial arts hall.

Jiang Han led the way to the ring area, and sporadically encountered a few people wearing the same uniforms on the way, but they all looked solemn and didn't notice an unfamiliar face behind Jiang Han at all. The martial artists of the Fengyun Martial Arts Hall were almost all waiting around the ring, their brows furrowed and their faces expressionless. Jiang Han and Lu Fang walked to a corner without saying a word and stood still.

Lu Fang looked around and didn't find a female figure, so he asked, "Feng Yue doesn't seem to be here." ”

Jiang Han nodded and said, "Well, our boss should close his eyes in the exclusive practice room to recuperate." She does that every time before an important matchup. ”

Lu Fang nodded. Because many martial artists he knows will have such a habit. He also stopped talking, and waited quietly.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour or so, there was a commotion in the direction of the door, and then everyone in the ring heard a sound of uniform footsteps gradually approaching. Then I saw that the wooden door was vigorously broken, and dozens of people dressed in khaki martial arts uniforms broke in one after another, all with arrogant expressions.

The one standing at the front looked to be about twenty years old, about 1.8 meters tall, with a shaved round head, a sturdy body that almost broke the martial arts uniform, and a half-open chest exposed the strong pectoralis major muscles. Looking at this posture, it should be the owner of the Fortress Martial Arts Pavilion. He glanced contemptuously at the martial artists of the Fengyun Martial Arts Hall standing around the ring, sneered relentlessly, and shouted, "Why isn't Feng Yue's stinky girl here?" What about people? It's not like you know you can't beat me and run away scared, right? ”

The people behind him all burst into laughter.

The martial artists of the Fengyun Martial Arts Pavilion all looked gloomy and clenched their fists.

The owner of the Fortress Martial Arts Pavilion casually nodded at two of his subordinates and said, "Okay, since she is afraid, then there is no need to fight." Now you two go out and remove the sign at the door. ”

"Who said I was scared?" Just as the two of them turned to go out, a clear voice came in, echoing over the venue, "Meng Lei, you turtle egg is too proud of yourself, right?" ”

Before he finished speaking, the door on the other side of the ring area opened, and a tall figure walked in heroically. The fiery red martial arts uniform attracted everyone's attention.

Lu Fang's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the face that poured all beings: the melon seed face with perfect arcs, the heroic sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, the eyes like black pearls were shiny and bright, and under the slightly straight nose was a mouth as smooth as blood. Everything is so perfect when put together, like a peerless beauty written by a famous artist, with a little less softness and more sassy. Lu Fang felt his heartbeat involuntarily speed up, and his face and earlobes were slightly hot.

Feng Yue walked like a fly, jumped into the ring lightly, and looked at Meng Lei and his gang condescendingly.

"Goo-"

At this time, an exaggerated sound of swallowing saliva came out of Meng Lei's throat.