The Martial Arts Hall was bullied by the group

Author: Sanchi Jinshu

The Martial Arts Hall was bullied by the group

At this time, there were no other students outside the gate of the martial arts hall, and the bell rang, and it was probably a morning exercise gathering.

A fat and fat man urged Yan Mu: "If you don't hurry up, don't make us late!"

Yan Mu's eyes sternly, he pulled the fat man over and threw him out. Seeing this, the others were stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards him together.

Yan Mu won with one-on-one, because his body was quick and he was not in a fight. After leading these six people out of the gate, he turned around and entered the gate, closed the gate and locked it again.

The people outside the door realized that it was too late.

The door was slammed and Yan Mu took a few steps back with his shoulders, and looked at the dog hole in the corner with a smile. The sound of the door slamming alarmed a wolf dog. He came out of the hole and barked a few times.

Voice.

No one knocked on the door at this moment. After the wolf dog left, several people lined up and crawled in one by one.

Yan Mu laughed, turned around and ran to the training ground.

Just in time, Yan Mu stood at the end of the team and looked forward. It turned out that the coach Wei was Wei Shuyi, the young master of the Xiangyang Marquis' Mansion, and he had gone to Yuzhou with them before.

When he looked forward, the person standing in front turned around. He was wearing a golden mask and covering half of his face. It was Han Zhao. At this moment, he looked at him, and his mouth slightly pulled, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Vicious.

Yan Mu smiled indifferently. His father Han Lin had a big fall for him, so he was nothing.

When he clicked on him, he responded, and everyone looked at him in unison, mostly with contempt. Wei Shuyi also looked at him, his expression as usual, and said nothing.

After waiting for a moment, the few who were embarrassed by him ran over. Wei Shuyi looked at them and said in a stern voice: "You know my rules, so you can get the punishment yourself."

"Teacher Wei, we were locked outside the door by Yan Mu, so we came late." Han Liu hurriedly explained.

Wei Shuyi glanced at Yan Mu again, his eyes turned, and said, "I don't listen to excuses, I'll go get the punishment."

"Teacher Wei..."

"Another nonsense, what is waiting for you is double punishment!"

Although those people were angry, they did not dare to contradict Wei Shuyi and went down with their heads.

The training ground was very big, and Wei Shuyi led them to run for ten laps first. After running down, they were all exhausted and panting. Yan Mu also practiced like this when he was in the military camp, and he had been doing it for ten years, but after all, it was more than a year.

I became decadent, and my body had not fully recovered, so I couldn't hold on until the end, but I gritted my teeth and ran down.

Then I practice boxing, and everyone else can do it. Because Yan Mu is new, the teacher needs to teach it separately.

When he arrived at the small venue, Wei Shuyi did not intend to teach him, but asked him to practice by himself, while he was basking in the sun with a wooden stake.

Yan Mu didn't ask, and he played a set of leg techniques. Even kicking and lightning-like speed was the essence of this set of leg techniques.

After he finished practicing, he saw Wei Shuyi looking at him with a deep look. He smiled and said, "You soldiers from Beijin use their legs well. This set of kung fu on your legs is my captive of your soldiers. After torture, let him

Drawn."

Wei Shuyi said calmly: "Are you provoking me?"

Yan Mu smiled: "Teacher Wei misunderstood. I just want to tell you that you don't have to be careful of me, because I will do it if you are proud of me. And I have also made some progress, making your boxing and footwork more sharp. Do you want it?

I'll teach you?"

Wei Shuyi clenched his fists. Isn’t this a provocation?

“This is the martial arts hall.”

“So what?”

"There is a fight here, but no one cares about it, and even if he is beaten to death, he will not alarm the government."

"That's it." Yan Mu tsk, "Then you have to remind some people that they should be careful."

"You are very arrogant, very different from when you first came to Jin'an."

"Because someone is protecting me, she is the backer of the 100,000 soldiers in the north of my town."

Yan Mu remembered Liu Yunxiang. In order to drive her away, he said she was a burden, but in fact he knew in his heart that she had saved him and paved a lot of road for him.

After coming out of the small venue, Yan Mu saw the people who had blocked his door limping around the circle, each with painful expressions on his face.

"Teacher Wei, let me ask, how do you punish you for being late here?"

Wei Shuyi said lightly: "First hit twenty boards, then run twenty laps, but this is the first time I am late. Every time I go back, I will add ten more boards and ten laps every time," he said.

Yan Mu shouted, and the punishment was really harsh. No wonder those who would rather drill into the dog hole, but unfortunately they were late.

There are 3,000 students in the martial arts hall, divided into ten classes. Yan Mu is located in Xuanwu Hall, and there are 300 students here. They scattered on the training ground, and they all look like people.

The three hundred people were divided into ten teams, each team was led by two associate coaches.

Wei Shuyi asked Yan Mu to return to the team. Yan Mu went back to see their team fighting in pairs. Two associate coaches interspersed between them. If anyone who saw the wrong posture was corrected.

There is Han Zhao in this team, so it’s not such a coincidence. He must have used some methods.

Seeing Yan Mu come back, Han Zhao shouted, "Our team has a rule. Newcomers come to set up a ring, and it's nothing else. They just try their best to make a kung fu foundation, so that everyone will know it."

As soon as Han Zhao said this, everyone else agreed.

An associate coach named Liu came over, glanced at Yan Mu, and said, "Our team does have this rule. If you fight on the ring, you will inevitably hurt anyone if you have no eyes."

Yan Mu looked over and saw that these people were all fist-like, and he thought he was thinking about how to press him to the ground and beat him up.

He smiled and said, "Isn't you really going to pursue it?"

Assistant Professor Liu nodded: "No investigation."

"That's good!"

Yan Mu took the lead in the ring, and the movement here quickly attracted people from other groups to surround them. The first one to come up was the tall and thin young man. He raised his chin and looked rebellious.

"My name is Chen Chong, and my father is the commander of the Imperial Guard!"

Yan Mu laughed, "Your father is very awesome."

Chen Chong narrowed his eyes, "I'm very awesome too. If you can't hold on later, remember to call me grandpa, I can spare your life!"

As he said that, Chen Chong picked up a spear and stabbed Yan Mu.

Yan Mu fisted naked, and flashed a little, avoided the spear, grabbed it again, pulled it forward, and kicked Chen Chong in the chest. Chen Chong was forced to take a few steps back. He gritted his teeth, obviously not expecting Yan Mu.

Kung Fu is so good.

Next, he made a move faster and more ruthlessly, but Yan Mu did not fight him head-on. After several dodgings, Chen Chong became furious and soon revealed his flaws. Yan Mu punched him in the abdomen and snatched his hand.

The spear inside could have won with one move, but he didn't. Instead, he waved the spear and hit Chen Chong, making him roll on the ground. He soon had his nose and face swollen, and his whole body was full of pain.

If you continue to fight like this, your bones will be broken.

"I, I admit defeat!" Chen Chong shouted in a embarrassed manner.

Yan Mu then put away his spear and tweeted, "Why are you so careless?"

Chen Chong stood up on the ground, grinning in pain. The man didn't use much force when he saw it, but it hurt a lot when he hit his body. He wanted to say a tough word, but he hummed first when he opened his mouth.

"You, wait!"

After saying this, he held his waist down.

Yan Mu threw the spear over and steadily fell into the weapon stand, then looked at everyone: "It's too much trouble to come one by one, so why don't you come together."
Chapter completed!