Chapter 32

But before he could continue talking, Mr. Ouyang, who taught martial arts, had arrived.

Mr. Ouyang is a very tall middle-aged man, nine feet long, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks very bold when he walks casually.

He didn't have too many words, let the students do a little exercise, and then began to teach him the Potian boxing method he is good at.

Feng Zhuoxi earnestly learned boxing techniques, only felt that although each move was extremely simple, but if practiced well, it could be a deadly move, so she couldn't help but have a little respect for this Mr. Ouyang.

She not only pursues being strong, but also respects the strong.

After teaching a set of boxing techniques, it was time for pair practice. Of course Fu Mianqing volunteered to practice against her. Seeing that there was no other candidate, she nodded in agreement, and the two began to disassemble.

Before I practiced a few times, I suddenly heard a person say: "Mr. Ouyang, the student wants to ask Feng Zhuoxi about the boxing technique just now."

Feng Zhuoxi was stunned, and looked coldly at the place where the voice came from, only to see that it was one of Ling Suxiao's followers in the class, Zeng Furong who got the first grade in martial arts class.

This consultation on boxing techniques actually means going to the high platform to fight, which is a real fight. As long as you accept this consultation, after you get on the high platform, as long as you don't kill anyone, you will be responsible for any injuries you suffer.

This Zeng Furong was born in a master of martial arts, and she is already one of the best among her peers in terms of martial arts, she asked Feng Zhuoxi for advice, maybe she was thinking of beating her up violently.

Before Mr. Ouyang could speak, Fu Mianqing said first, "What can I ask her for advice? If you want to practice boxing, I will accompany you."

Zeng Furong smiled: "I just want to ask Feng Zhuoxi for advice, why? Isn't Miss Feng disrespectful? Or are you afraid?"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Suxiao's group immediately burst into laughter.

"Otherwise, it's fine. Miss Feng kneels down and admits defeat. This contest is over."

"How can you bully others too much?" Fu Mianqing almost jumped up.Although he is somewhat cunning and cautious, he is usually very loyal. Now that Feng Zhuoxi is his friend, he must help.

Feng Zhuoxi raised her head, she just felt it was funny, wanted to teach her a lesson on the high platform?That would be more respectful than obedience!
So she said flatly: "Mr. Ouyang, the students are willing to accept Zeng Furong's advice."

Before the words finished, there was booing all around, Feng Zhuoling's voice was especially prominent among the crowd: "Sister, don't you want to live?"

Ling Suxiao laughed the loudest. She stretched out a small snow-white hand, covered her mouth pretendingly, and said: "Ling'er, please persuade your sister, there are wounded and conceited people on this high platform." A bruised nose and a swollen face. It’s a trivial matter, but fists and feet have no eyes. If someone breaks an arm or a leg, we’re all classmates, so it’s hard to avoid harm.”

After speaking, she gave Feng Zhuoxi a provocative look.

Feng Zhuoxi's eyes were bright, and she met her gaze neither humble nor overbearing. Seeing her trembling subconsciously, she suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, and then said: "Miss Lao Ling is concerned, and I naturally know the rules of the high stage competition. As long as it doesn't hurt my life , Hurt and conceited. No matter what happens later, I will not get angry with Ms. Zeng. Ms. Zeng, do you think so? "

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(End of this chapter)

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