Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

Luo Yanning stood in front of the wooden stake. Without saying a word, she flipped her palms and performed a set of classic Wing Chun techniques on the wooden stake smoothly.

A set of boxing techniques include catching, holding, hanging, carrying, inserting, throwing, squeezing, marking, pushing, hitting, crossing the bridge, laying hands, blocking hands, spreading leaks, lifting the tiger's tail, and hooking the feet.

"What a handsome kung fu!"

A layman looks at the excitement, and an expert looks at the doorway. Wu Mingshi didn't see anything, but Zhang Qian and Zhang Jinwu did.

All the movements in Luo Yanning's hands are very standard and very beautiful. They are definitely not something that a layman who has just come into contact with Wing Chun can perform.

"Luo Zi, you've hidden yourself deep enough! You...how did you learn boxing?"

Zhang Qian looked at Luo Yanning in shock, as if she had just met him.

Zhang Jinwu was equally surprised and said: "Yes, Yan Ning, I have known you for so long, and I only found out today that you know Wing Chun! You can play so well!"

"Uncle Zhang, let's not talk about you. Sister Qian and I have such a close relationship with him that we didn't know he could even box!"

Wu Mingshi was also speechless. Before today, he thought he knew Luo Yanning very well.

Through today's incident, he realized how one-sided his understanding of Luo Yanning was.

"That's not right, Luo Zi, we hung out together all the time when we were in college, and I never saw you practicing boxing!"

Wu Mingshi looked at Luo Yanning with a puzzled face, puzzled.

"Ahem..." Luo Yanning coughed twice strategically and explained forcefully, "It was indeed a bit neglected during the college years, and I just picked it up recently."

Luo Yanning's explanation was barely reasonable.

After a perfunctory explanation, Luo Yanning asked Zhang Jinwu:

"Uncle Zhang, do you think I am qualified to represent our martial arts gym?"

"This..." Zhang Jinwu's old face wrinkled into a bitter melon face.

The set of punches Luo Yanning just performed on the wooden dummy was indeed very beautiful.

However, there is still a big difference between making wooden dummies and actual combat!

Zhang Jinwu said it lightly, as if he didn't take Long Junhao from the Taekwondo gym next door at all.

But that was nothing more than tactical contempt.

A player who has won a medal in the Olympics must not be underestimated.

Even if Zhang Jinwu in his heyday faced Long Junhao, he only had a 20-30% chance of winning.

In his heart, he really didn't want Luo Yanning to take this risk for him.

"Luo Zi, there is a big difference between making wooden dummies and actual combat. Although I don't know when you practiced Wing Chun, but in all these years, I have never seen you perform in any actual combat."

Zhang Qian said solemnly: "Long Junhao from the Taekwondo gym next door has more physical fitness and practical experience than you..."

Zhang Qian didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already very clear. She also didn't have much confidence in Luo Yanning.

Luo Yanning was not angry after hearing what the father and daughter said. He knew that they were doing it for his own good and did not want him to be beaten for nothing.

"How about this, Uncle Zhang..."

Luo Yanning raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Jinwu and said: "Let's spar here first. Whoever wins will go up. Do you think this will work?"

After Zhang Jinwu heard Luo Yanning's suggestion, he looked at Zhang Qian. This was also a good idea.

"Okay! Then I will first come and learn your boxing skills, Yan Ning."

Zhang Jinwu rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

Sun Shulan explained from the side: "Old man, please take it easy and don't hurt Yan Ning. His thin skin and tender flesh are no better than your rough skin and thick flesh."

"Uncle Zhang, don't listen to Aunt Sun. I'm not that delicate. If you don't give your best, this competition will be meaningless."

As Luo Yanning spoke, she opened her legs slightly, forming a two-shaped Yang Yang horse, and her fists turned into palms, and at the same time stretched out from the midline of her chest to the front.

The right hand is in front, the elbow is slightly bent, and the fingertips are slightly slanted upward, forming a "questioning hand".

The left hand is behind, with the palm facing the inside of the right arm, and the fingertips pointing upward, forming a "gauntlet".

The simple starting position of a hand asking for directions is full of chicness and extraordinary momentum.

After making the hand gesture, Luo Yanning's temperament also changed accordingly.

Zhang Jinwu felt a mountain of oppression coming over his face.
Chapter completed!