Chapter 136 Beginner's Road

Chapter 136 [First Visit] (Part 1) There are two doors in the warehouse behind. I followed the eighth master out through the back door. This is a parking garage, in which there are many cars, large and small, but they look very old.

To my surprise, some repairers don't seem to be doing repair work... They are just dismantling! Dismember the parts of the car.

When we passed through this garage, the eighth master did not stop, but was always in front. The repair workers next to him just stood up and bent down to the eighth master silently, looking very respectful.

Out of the garage, it was just a courtyard. There was a rotating staircase here. The eighth master led me down and pushed open a door with some peeling paint on it, and the sound of ping-pong came from it.

I heard this sound very familiar, with shouting, exhaling, footsteps, boxing gloves intersecting. As soon as I walked in, I almost thought I had entered a gym.

There are some simple fitness equipment on both sides. Although they are relatively simple, they have all of them. There are also some men who look very strong holding bells to practice their bodies. In the middle, there are some cushions on the ground and a relatively large field. Some people are practicing boxing in pairs, and they are all wearing boxing gloves. ...It's not the big boxing ring of a boxing match, but the kind of small one that shows half a finger when wearing it.

All of them, they all wear headgear.

The eighth master looked at the surprised expression on my face.

showed a slightly satisfied smile.

The door behind him closed silently.

Most of those who are practicing are in their thirties. I'm afraid the oldest seems to have five cards, and the youngest is at least a little older than me.

"How's it going?" The eighth master asked me with a smile.

I didn't understand what he meant, so I vaguely said, "Yes."

"I'm asking you, how about this place?" I nodded: "Very good."

My eyes swept around the people who were practicing against them.

This man's skills and movements are quite agile, and his fists and feet are very skillful. It doesn't seem to be fancy.

What moved me was that there were almost half of the people.

Judging from the action.

They all have a little trace of coming out of the army.

After sweeping around, I'm sure this person is good at it... but it's just good.

It's not a real master.

At least there is none like the Golden River.

Finally, my eyes fell on the corner next to me. A man, dressed short and naked, was wearing a pair of shorts, boxing gloves and barefoot.

is slamming with a sandbag in his arms.

The sandbag was hung upside down and was banged by him.

It can be seen that this man's action is very fast and his strength is also good. He obviously has quite fighting skills, fists, elbows, knees, legs, all of which are cleverly used, and the speed of action is also very fast.

He hit the sandbag like a storm, making a dense bang... Finally, after a side kick, he took a slight breath, and then shouted in a low voice. In the future, he punched out with a heavy fist, and the sandbag was beaten high by him.

It went out again and again, and the drama swayed.

The eighth master noticed that I was looking at the young man and said with a smile, "That's the best of the young people here.

What do you think? I nodded and said calmly, "Very good."

"It's really good."

The eighth master suddenly sighed. He touched his nose with the palm of his only three hands and sighed, "Unfortunately, our generation is old. Nowadays, there are too few young people who are willing to endure hardships. I have seen many young people who think they are very powerful, and most of them are arrogant.

Real kung fu is practiced by falling and beating. Nowadays, young people are not willing to suffer!" He pointed to the young man who practiced with a sandbag: "He's not bad, alas... but it's still worse than those old people in those years..." I didn't say anything.

After all, I just came here, and I'm not familiar with Master Ba. I can't answer what he said when he sighed.

Just stood aside and listened to him with a little embarrassment.

The eighth master closed his eyes and thought about it, then opened his eyes to look at me and said slowly, "Chen Yang, I understand what you just said to me.

But this is the way you want to enter, and you can't do it with determination! I don't have the ability to eat this meal, I can't eat it! Although you were introduced by a fat man, it's better to know what you have to do.

If you don't have the ability, you can only do small business on the road.

Human feelings belong to human feelings, but I won't break the rules because of human feelings! Do you understand?" Got it."

I nodded: "It's fair... I like fairness."

"Well, then I won't explain much more."

The eighth master looked at me up and down: "Lao Qi just said that you were good at it. You also said that you cut people with a knife in China, and cut more than a dozen."

There was a smile on the corners of his mouth, but there was a smell of mockery: "I didn't see what you said with my own eyes. Believe it or not, I can't say.

A person who cut more than a dozen, I haven't seen it, but that was many years ago.

Nowadays, most young people have hard mouths and soft hands.

Besides... This is not in China.

North American firearms management is very loose, and it is two worlds in China! Even if you can really cut a dozen of them, you can't eat them here.

If someone holds an AK47, even if it's real Bruce Lee, it's useless.

"I can't use a gun. I haven't touched it in China."

I said lightly, "But I ask myself that my skills are still good. I have practiced martial arts for ten years."

"Everyone here has practiced it."

The eighth master said lightly. He suddenly smiled and pointed to the young man holding the sandbag: "How do you think his skills are better than yours?" I'm a little hesitant.

It's still the same problem. After all, I just came here, and it's not easy to be too arrogant.

After thinking about it, I said slowly, "I... I'm different from him."

The eighth master smiled.

There is something deep in his smile.

However, I can see that this smile does not mean to blame me, but is a little popular.

Then he suddenly raised his hands and patted three times.

Immediately, the people around them stopped their movements and quickly gathered towards us.

From this point of view.

I value this place again! At least Ba and I have just come in and have been standing here for a while, and these people have been concentrate on training, and no one is distracted to look at us.

And now the eighth master gave an order.

Just gathered here.

At least it seems that they are very disciplined, not a mob.

"Luo, come here for a moment."

The eighth master said something to the young man who had just held the sandbag.

This is a guy who looks very tall. He should be a little older than me, but not much older. He is handsome in appearance, a little white skin, but strong muscles.

He stood in front of these people, and his eyes were very cold. Only when he looked at the Eighth Master, his expression was more gentle.

"Give him your boxing set."

The eighth master pointed at me.

The young man looked at me, said nothing, and silently took off the boxing.

The eighth master took it and handed it to me, with a smile on his face: "Okay, you said you practiced differently from them.

Let me see how you practice.

I was stared at by so many people, and my face was a little unnatural, but I quickly picked up the boxing, then put down my bag and took off my coat.

I slowly walked towards the sandbag, and the people on both sides immediately consciously gave me a message.

I felt the guys behind me staring at me.

These eyes are not friendly, and there is even some faint hostility in it.

What the Eighth Master deliberately said just now made my position a little embarrassed.

In an instant, I made up my mind.

This is not a domestic country, this is to speak with strength! This is not the time for me to be modest... Besides, I just came here. If I don't have a hard performance now, I'm afraid I will be flattered in the future! After thinking about it, I didn't know what I was in. I turned around and smiled at the eighth master, and then threw it gently. Instead of wearing a boxing sleeve, I threw it aside.

When my master taught me martial arts, I hesitated for a long time before I passed on a "heavy hand".

The so-called heavy hand is to kill! The lethality is very strong, but the shot is naturally very heavy.

I have never known how much I have learned from Master's kung fu, but I know that I am still far away.

I remember Master once said to me, because he thought I was too impatient, young and impatient, so many of the killing moves in his kung fu were not intended to be passed on to me.

Because I'm afraid that I will learn, in case I can't help but do something heavy, it will cause trouble! As soon as those killing moves come out, if they are solid, they will be killed or injured! So in the end, Master only gave me a good hand.

This heavy move is still uploaded to me by my master because I have been practicing hard for many years.

And he also feels that as his little apprentice, if I don't even pass on any unique tricks to me, it will be a little sorry for me.

In fact, I know that the master passed on to me is relatively "soft". Several of my brothers have really learned some powerful killing moves.

Under the gaze of everyone, I walked to the sandbag and slowly hugged the swaying killing bag, so that it was fixed and stopped moving.

Then I stepped back, opened my legs slightly, sank my waist, gently moved my waist, and then exhaled! Drink!! I drank all over, twisted my waist and punched, and practiced boxing to a high level. In fact, it was not the strength of my arms, but even my waist and legs, and the strength of my whole body was hit out with a punch! This is a heavy hand in the boxing technique taught by the master! I heard a bang! It was stuffy, and under the slight whisper of everyone, the sandbag was suddenly shocked by it! The strength of my punching is not great, but the sandbag has not been beaten much! Not even one-third of what the young man just hit.

But I punched, immediately shrank back, and slowly stepped back... And under the gaze of everyone, the thick layer of leather on the surface of the sandbag was completely beaten by my fist! A big crack broke out, and the gravel inside flowed out, and it flowed all over the ground in a moment!