Martial Arts Master

During this period of time, Wu Dong has always been angry in his heart. After being encouraged by the inch-cut youth, he was silent for a few seconds and nodded slowly: "Alright, I'll help you look around."

"Okay!" The inch-cut youth stood up and stretched his body.

The young man with the tattoo put down the beer bottle, and asked cautiously, "How is the kid's strength? How old is he as an amateur?"

Wu Dong laughed: "Don't worry, he's a rookie who just started practicing martial arts. He's not even a ninth-rank amateur. Any one of you can easily take care of him."

Young people with inch heads and tattoos dropped out of school early and embarked on the road of chaotic society. They usually fight and fight. In order to get ahead, they deliberately made friends with Chen Changhua and Wu Dong to learn formal martial arts. For more than two years, although they ate and drank There are quite a few samples of whoring and gambling, but the practice is fairly diligent, and there is often "practice", and they have all reached the strength of the seventh-rank amateur, so Wu Dong is very relieved that they will teach Lou Cheng a lesson.

"Isn't that simple? I guarantee that you will be satisfied, Brother Dong!" The inch-cut youth laughed.

The young man with the tattoo thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute, who of you can speak Northeast dialect, teach me a few words."

"Huh?" Both Wu Dong and the inch-cut young man looked bewildered.

The young man with the tattoo explained: "Songda University is the best university in Songcheng, and it is famous all over the country. If we gangsters beat up people here and make trouble here, we will easily fall. Right? Maybe I was bumped into by some professor, right? It’s dark now, I can’t see my face clearly, I’ll speak in Northeast dialect later, something really happened, and we can’t be found, right?”

"Yes, yes, yes." Wu Dong was most afraid that they would be found out, which would hurt him.

The young man with an inch head was puzzled and said: "This black light is blind, which teacher and professor would run here?"

"Isn't it flattering to have a date with a female student?" The tattooed youth replied with a lewd* smile.

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Along the path by the lake, Lou Cheng jogged towards the place where he usually practiced Zhuang Gong. Half of the Weishui Lake reflected the lights of the dormitory area and the teaching area, as if there was a silver sea hanging upside down. Every bit of it was bright, while the other half was dark It is quiet and deep, and you can occasionally see a street lamp projecting it. The edge is a place where a single stone can stir up many pairs of "wild mandarin ducks", which is where Lou Cheng is now.

Observing the surroundings is the habit of warriors. After a period of hard training, he has internalized this instinct. While running, he saw two figures coming out of the woods by the lake, and subconsciously took another look.

The tattooed youth immediately shouted:

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything, I'm sorry." Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this to cause a quarrel, he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he replied in a humble tone.

Although he practiced martial arts to be courageous, he still thought about encountering a rogue hero to save the beauty before, but when he actually encountered it, his usual personality and habits still dominated, not to mention that old man Shi also said that modern society is a society ruled by law, so it is good Yong Dou can't get on the stage, as a warrior, he is not afraid of trouble, but he also tries not to cause trouble.

"Damn it, how dare you blind BB..." The tattooed youth learned these two sentences hastily, not daring to say more, and signaled the inch-cut youth to block the building in front with his eyes, and moved his own steps to cut off his back.

Lou Cheng is not a fool, the aggressive behavior of the other party was quickly reflected in his mind, and he had a judgment in his heart:

"This is intentional to cause trouble!"

And seeing that they are still maintaining their footwork in the outflanking, they obviously have the level of amateur ninth rank or higher!

——Ordinary people practice boxing and footwork, the least attention is paid to footwork, and the one who can maintain footwork instinctively in ordinary fights must be Lian Jiazi!

The distance between the two sides is not far away, which is the distance that you can fight immediately after cursing and cursing. Seeing that the slap of the short-haired young man is about to hit his face in a second, Lou Cheng suddenly dodged to the side, quickened his footwork, and swished ran to the woods.

ran into the woods...

Ran……

Ran!

The inch-cropped youth and the tattooed youth looked at each other, and were stunned for a moment. The fuck ran away?

According to their experience, when encountering a quarrel, everyone will try to explain or argue first. Even if there is a possibility of fighting, the coward's reaction is to beg for mercy, and the brave guy will try to fight until it is obvious. He started running when he couldn't beat him, who knew that guy just now ran faster than a rabbit without saying a word!

grass! run? Let's see where you are going! The two came back to their senses, spit, and ran to chase Lou Cheng, their facial muscles twisted and ferocious, feeling a little ashamed.

The footsteps behind him were hurried, Lou Cheng didn't dare to stop, he walked back and forth in the sparse woods by the lake, relying on his proficiency in the terrain, he soon reached the road outside the woods, which was where he usually practiced his stamina.

This road leads to the teaching area on one side, and extends to the school hill on the other hand. The hill is not high, only about ten meters. It is more appropriate to call it "hill". There is the largest library in Songcheng. Going to the vast west area that was still under construction, Lou Cheng turned his footsteps and ran towards the hill.

The inch-cut youth and the tattooed youth roared through the woods, seeing Lou Cheng fleeing towards the hill, they were all overjoyed:

This kid is in a panic!

Originally, if he fled to the teaching area, the two of them would not dare to cause trouble again. Now, let him loosen his bones later!

When the two walked through the woods, Wu Dong, who was waiting to watch the show, couldn't sit still. He was afraid that they would lose their temper, cause some big trouble, and implicate him, so he hurriedly followed behind, trying to catch up.

Chasing, running, chasing, running, the short-cut young man and the tattooed young man who lived a life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking soon began to pant, and the distance between Lou Cheng and Lou Cheng was gradually widened. Feeling of giving up.

grass! Think back when I ran five streets in one go!

At this moment, they noticed that Lou Cheng in front had also slowed down, so they looked at each other and smiled with excitement and cruelty in their eyes.

If we can't run, this kid can't run either!

Persevere, wait to catch up, let him look good!

Mustering more courage, they bypassed the hill, and the two of them chased to the western district, which was still a wasteland. After chasing and chasing, the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed. Come down, panting heavily:

"Fuck, whoop, shit, this, this kid, TM, TM, he can run too well."

The young man with the tattoo ran two more steps, but couldn't hold on anymore, bent his back, put his hands on his knees, and watched Lou Cheng's figure get further and further away.

"Run, run, my hands are soft, my feet are soft..." He spoke as if he was pulling a bellows, his chest heaving violently.

Wu Dong, who was behind, also chased up at this time, panting, with cold sweat on his forehead, seeing that the two of them stopped moving forward, he was immediately relieved, and stopped not far away, retching frequently, as if he was about to gasp for breath But come.

"Forget it, forget it, there's no need, waste of time..." Smoking hurts the lungs, and the lungs take a breath. After running such a long distance, Wu Dong feels that his eyes are a little black.

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze froze suddenly, and he saw a figure running back through the desolation in the darkness ahead, it seemed to be Lou Cheng!

"You..." The tattooed youth and the inch-cut youth gasped and gasped in surprise.

How dare this kid run back?

Staring at him, they saw that Lou Cheng's face was normal, his breathing was calm, and there was no sign of running such a long distance at all!

Damn, what the hell is this monster! The young men with cropped heads and the young men with tattoos suddenly showed a sense of fear.

Seeing the three panting heavily and distanced from each other, Lou Cheng smiled and did not speak. He stepped up and punched suddenly, the power from his feet was generated, transmitted to his back, directed to the fist, and combined the power of his whole body into the fist. A wave hit the inch-cropped young man in the middle of his chest with a mighty force.

The inch-cut youth was about to dodge, and he raised his hand to fight back, but his hands and feet were so weak that he could hardly catch his breath, so he moved a beat slower, and was directly hit by Lou Cheng's punch.

Boom!

Amidst the muffled sound, the inch-headed young man was punched in the middle of the body, his bones ached, he almost held his breath, and he took two steps back, while Lou Cheng kept up his pace, followed closely, pinned his shoulders, and then tripped, Throwing him forcefully towards the tattooed young man who came to besiege him, knocking the opponent who was also weak-handed and staggering.

Of course, Lou Cheng would not let this opportunity go, he took a step, twisted his back, and kicked out with his whip leg, hitting the bone of the tattooed young man's left leg.

"ah!"

The young man with the tattoo screamed, although he didn't break his bones, he rolled around in pain, just like the young man with the short hair who was almost breathless, he lost his fighting power in a short time.

After finishing them off, Lou Cheng looked at Wu Dong, who was struggling to get close, and said with a slight smile:

"It turns out that Senior Brother Wu wanted to teach me a lesson, so I can only ask you a lesson or two."

Wu Dong looked sullen, panting and said:

"Lao Tzu, I'm tired, aren't you tired? Everyone, everyone!"

I am a master of amateur second grade! Which onion are you?

I'm sorry, I'm really not tired... Lou Cheng calmly set his hands, his eyes were eager to try.

Although Wu Dong is an amateur second-rank master, but the master said that his body was hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol, he is already half useless, and now he is exhausted, his hands and feet are limp, and he has difficulty breathing. Challenge, let's do some actual combat, so what kind of martial arts and boxing should we learn?

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