My Xiuxian QQ

208 Kick Hall
"Wen has Tai Chi to secure the world, and Wu has eight extremities to set the world!"

"Bajiquan's movements are simple and concise, vigorous and brittle, emphasizing the intention but not the form. Once the boxing technique is mastered, it will be able to exert strength to reach extreme distances in all directions!"

"Come on, come on, practice like me, if anyone does something wrong, see if I don't beat him!"

The Bajiguan Martial Arts Gym occupies a large area and has three floors. The first floor is for ordinary apprentices and entertaining visitors, the second floor is for VIP apprentices, and the third floor is not allowed for ordinary people.

At this moment, on the first floor, there was a muscular, muscular middle-aged man demonstrating Bajiquan with a rough expression.

Not far away, several young people who just came in sneered disdainfully.

"Bah, Wang Po sells melons, and she sells her own melons."

"That's right, what you said is that the meaning is more important than the form. As soon as I finished speaking, people will practice after him, and beat anyone who is wrong. I am also drunk."

Fang Yuan and Qiu Zijin walked in with leaflets and looked around.

"Hey, beauty!"

"It's so pure, I like it!"

"It's on par with sister Caixia."

Those who like Bajiquan are all martial arts enthusiasts, mainly young people. When they see Qiu Zijin, their eyes can't help but shine.

Qiu Zijin moved closer to Fangyuan and hummed, "Fangyuan, let's go back quickly, what's so interesting here."

Fang Yuan ignored him, and continued to walk forward, and came to a counter where drinks and some medical supplies were sold. An eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl was typing on the computer with her head down.

"I want to see Ying Canghe."

Fang Yuan said so.

"Who?" The girl quickly looked up at Fangyuan, then lowered her head and continued typing.

"Ying Canghe."

"I asked who you are." The girl said angrily.

"Fangyuan."

"Oh, do you have an appointment?" The girl said with a businesslike attitude.

"No."

"Let's make an appointment first." The girl took out a form and filled it out for Fang Yuan.

"..." Fang Yuan was speechless.

Qiu Zijin was furious, stared at her and said, "Hey, don't you guys run a martial arts gym? The visitor is a customer. I want to complain about your service attitude."

Ying Caixia angrily deleted the words just typed out, Qiu Zijin's voice was so loud that it misled her, and the typed words were all her own words.

As an Internet writer, the most taboo thing is being disturbed by others.

She looked up at Qiu Zijin angrily, and found that this guy did not lose to her in terms of temperament or appearance.

"If you like to complain or not, I'll see who dares to take care of you!" Ying Caixia has a cute childlike face, and she has a cute temperament.

"You..." Qiu Zijin said disdainfully, "I've seen a lot of people like you, is it possible that the owner of the martial arts gym is your relative?"

Ying Caixia was startled, don't say it, it's true.

Looking at the expression on her face, Qiu Zijin continued to snort, "Just because I'm a relative of the boss, I can do whatever I want in the martial arts hall. I came in and took a look. There are very few apprentices here. I think it's probably because of your service attitude that you ran away!"

"Nonsense!" Ying Caixia patted the table and said, "After I sat here, the martial arts business improved!"

"So it's a vase." Qiu Zijin raised her head arrogantly, revealing her curvaceous swan neck.

Ying Caixia bit her lip, she was so angry that she didn't know what to say. Internet writers are used to typing out what's in their minds with the keyboard, and now she's not used to scolding others.

Ying Caixia thought to herself, if you scold me on the Internet, I will definitely make you fall from the ground!
Fangyuan coughed and said, "Well, is there any way to see Ying Canghe a little faster?"

Ying Caixia looked at Fangyuan, her beautiful eyes were full of evil thoughts: "Yes, kick the hall, if you kick the hall and defeat our martial artist, you will see my second uncle right away, isn't it, it's Ying Canghe."

Qiu Zijin patted the counter and shouted, "Oh, Second Uncle, this relationship is quite close."

"Hmph!" Ying Caixia snorted heavily, and turned her head to ignore her.

They were talking at the counter, and many people were paying attention. Whoever made Ying Caixia beautiful, Qiu Zijin was not inferior.

"Kicking the gym? Really, that kid wants to kick the gym?"

"Come on, the business here is not good, but those coaches are better than each other."

"I heard that the taekwondo gym, judo gym, and karate gym not far away have all come to kick the gym, but they were kicked by the coach here and broke their legs."

"Yeah, I also think the coach here is very good at playing, just like the underworld."

"You said that the people here used to be gangsters, but after they were whitewashed, they opened the Octopus Crown."

These people didn't hide what they said. The coach next to him heard it, and his nose was so angry that his nose was blowing out, like a cow.

The apprentices consciously ran aside to watch the play.

Sure enough, two coaches with big arms and round waists walked over aggressively.

It's only the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and the weather here is very cold, but the two coaches only wore black vests, revealing the muscles of iron bumps like the Hulk, just looking at them is shocking.

"Hey, boy, is it you who want to kick the gym?!"

"Come, come, let me see how much you weigh!"

Both of them practice Bajiquan, and now they are at the peak of Mingjin, and their strength is terrifying. Before those taekwondo, judo, etc. came to kick the hall, what kind of bullshit skills, under their savage strength, directly fell apart and beat them Kneeling down to beg for mercy, crying grandpa to grandma.

Seeing these two big men, Qiu Zijin trembled with fright, moved to Fangyuan's side, and gently bit his ear: "Why don't we run first."

Fang Yuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, there are two or three kittens and puppies, and they will be cleaned up at will."

Qiu Zijin looked at him with the eyes of a dead man.

"Don't be ashamed, grandpa, I'll let you have one hand!" A burly man in a black vest came over with a maniacal laugh, with one hand behind his back and the other open wide to press down on Fangyuan.

He is nearly two meters tall, and his head is as tall as Fangyuan's. At this moment, he is pressing down with one hand, like a college student teaching a primary school student. The picture is very harmonious.

But then there was disharmony.

Fang Yuan slapped it lightly with his palm, as if there was a fly in front of him, he flicked it away.

boom!
The big man in the black vest screamed and flew out, and finally fell heavily on the floor and slid a few meters away. At this time, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his arms and legs were all bruised and swollen.

"You!" Another coach looked at it, and his first reaction was that they were acting, but he quickly rejected it. The second reaction was that the young man had already cultivated his dark energy, and he felt that it was unrealistic.

The others also opened their eyes wide, a little confused.

"What happened?"

"I saw it, that kid has eighteen dragon palms, and he sent this coach flying with one palm."

"Bragging, right?"

"Could it be acting? Is there a camera?"

"Is it really kung fu?"

Qiu Zijin pulled Fangyuan, her eyes widened, she looked like a doll, and she stammered a little: "Fang, Fangfang, Fangyuan, you, are you a superman?"

"I'm still Ultraman!" Fang Yuan said angrily.

He turned his head, looked at Ying Caixia who was behind the counter with a dignified face, and said with a smile, "Now, can I see Ying Canghe?"

(End of this chapter)