In-depth love test: the president should stop

Looking at the hungry eyes of a group of girls, Leng Yan snickered in his heart. These little girls wanted to fight him, but it was still a few blocks away.

"Let's go to class, I'll teach you the starting moves first!" Leng Yan said, starting today's class.

"Don't underestimate this starting posture. The most difficult thing to practice is this starting posture. A person's level of Tai Chi attainment is fully reflected in one starting posture. A real master only needs one starting posture. It can give people a sense of harmonious spirit, form and spirit…”

While talking, Leng Yan demonstrated, let the students experience his movements, and then let them practice by themselves, while he shuttled through the crowd, helping some people correct their postures and pointing out tricks.

Just in the middle of a class, the door of the gymnasium was suddenly pushed open, and a group of students in karate uniforms entered one after another. Accompanied by these people, was a man in his early thirties with a short cut. [

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Leng Yan frowned. "I'm Yuji Matsushita, the karate coach." The short-haired man said in jerky Mandarin.

From the name Leng Yan, he knew that he was from Country R, ​​and he didn't have a good impression of him at all, so he said angrily: "I don't care who you are from Matsushita Izumi, I'm in class now, please take your students and leave."

Matsushita Yuer did not leave, but walked half a circle around Leng Yan, sneered: "Is this how you Chinese people treat guests?"

"Friends come with food and drinks, enemies come with shotguns, different people have different attitudes, and they vary from person to person." Leng Yan said, putting Matsushita Yuer in a hostile position with one sentence, the latter's face suddenly became gloomy , and those students he brought also glared at Leng Yan one after another.

"I heard that there is a Taijiquan master here, and I want to come and see it, but now it seems that I don't see it, the Chinese people's kung fu is all about flamboyant fists and embroidered legs, and they are vulnerable. The real kung fu is from our big R empire. Karate." Matsushita Yu Er's disdainful gaze swept over Leng Yan and the others, and he left with a wild laugh.

Hearing Matsushita Yuji's words, Leng Yan's eyes flickered with coldness. When he was in the underground world, even the leader of the Yamaguchi group had no choice but to bow his head and bow his head. pick, shouted: "Stop!"

"What advice do you have?" Matsushita Yuer said, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with the taste of a plot to succeed, he said this to enrage Leng Yan, and then force the other party to fight him, and then use karate kung fu to ruthlessly Defeat it to tell everyone that the most powerful kung fu is karate, not fancy kung fu like Tai Chi Ba Chi.

"I just want you to swallow what you said just now." Leng Yan said, his words were sonorous, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Am I wrong? Your Huaxia Kungfu is already full of punches and embroidered legs. It is vulnerable... If you are not convinced, you can compete with me. If I lose, I will take back what I just said. If you lose, then It proves that what I said is right, how about it, dare you!"

Ha ha!

Leng Yan suddenly laughed, this Matsushita Yuer actually dared to challenge him, he really didn't know how to live or die.

"Teacher Leng, don't agree to him." Just as Leng Yan was about to agree, someone stopped him suddenly.