Chapter 156 Exchange Learning

Wang Xiyi, Liang Jialiang and Sun Xiaoyong didn't know Pan Weipeng, so Li Tianzong and Zheng Xiaoqian went to buy some fruit and came to the school infirmary to visit Pan Weipeng, the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, who was injured in yesterday's competition.

Along the way, Li Tianzong met many classmates who took the initiative to greet him and gave him a thumbs up to praise his performance yesterday and his move to win dignity for China.

Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, Pan Weipeng's ward is much more deserted, and there is not even a visiting person here.

Li Tianzong was a little dissatisfied.

"Chairman Pan, are you all right?" Seeing that Pan Weipeng's face was covered with adhesive tape or bandages, Li Tianzong asked with concern that he did not make any achievements in this game and was unwilling to admit defeat easily. He also had a good impression on the arrogant vice president of the Martial Arts Association.

As for Pan Weipeng, as the vice president of the Martial Arts Association and a descendant of a martial arts family, he has no ability. At least he can't beat others in the game. It involves the current situation of Chinese martial arts, which is not his own problem.

"It's okay, just some skin injuries!" When Pan Weipeng saw Li Tianzong and Zheng Xiaoqian, he quickly smiled, but it was difficult for others to see any smile from his dissatisfied face.

Only those bright eyes showed a sincere smile.

After a short contact before, Li Tianzong already knew that Pan Weipeng's personality was relatively restrained and he didn't like to talk much. Usually, he was in the martial arts association and practiced martial arts uniforms, and he really had a little master's demeanor.

"It's a shame that my skills are not as good as others," Pan Weipeng asked Li Tianzong to sit down in the ward and said with a sigh.

"Fortunately, Brother Zong took action, otherwise, Chinese martial arts will also be ashamed because of us!"

Li Tianzong is a little embarrassed. He is not the kind of person who is good at communicating with people. Zheng Xiaoqian next to him is also very shy to death. Hearing Pan Weipeng feel sorry for himself, he doesn't know how to comfort him.

"Ha ha, but it's okay now. I heard from Dayuan that many people want to sign up for the Martial Arts Association," Pan Weipeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Tianzong warmly.

"Brother Zong, do you want to take an apprentice? My body is not bad!"

"Uh!" Li Tianzong suddenly had the same eyes. He had seen it in Liang Jialiang's eyes, and even Pan Weipeng was more enthusiastic and more resolute.

For Liang Jialiang and others, martial arts is not even interested, it is just a kind of curiosity; for Pan Weipeng, who comes from a martial arts family, it is the spiritual sustenance of his life.

Pan Weipeng was beaten by Jin Meiji and had no power to fight back. That's because the internal boxing he practiced had no practical value, but he began to practice boxing since he was a child. His feelings for martial arts were unimaginable to others.

It was also this fight that made him realize that he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years. After all, he lacked a key thing, that is, actual combat!

It seems to empathize with Pan Weipeng's psychological state. Li Tianzong agreed to him without hesitation: "If you want to learn, I can teach you. Just accept apprentices or something."

"To be honest, I'm a wild road, and there are still a lot of things to ask you for advice. Let's learn from each other!"

Li Tianzong has mastered some of the fighting skills of Jinjia Pan and Zhen Yuanzhai. He is confident that he can teach Pan Weipeng some moves of practical value. However, while learning these moves through consciousness training, Li Tianzong's understanding of fighting may not be as good as Pan Weipeng, who has practiced martial arts for more than ten years.

Hearing Li Tianzong's words, Pan Weipeng looked very happy: "Brother Zong is polite, it's okay not to say those flower fists and embroidered legs that Mr. Pan learned."

"I don't think so. I heard from Yao Dayuan that your inner fist is still very good for strengthening the body," Li Tianzong said. Yao Dayuan said the other day that the origin of Pan Weipeng's inner fist was a one from the Ming Dynasty. It sounded like that. After listening to it, he was very interested.

Pan Weipeng's health is really good. He was beaten like that yesterday, and now he seems to be in good condition. In addition, he exercises all year round, and the speed of his movements is not bad, at least to protect the key points. At this time, it does not affect his communication with Li Tianzong.

Pan Weipeng sighed: "Exercising the body has such a little effect, but martial arts and martial arts can't beat others, it's still useless."

After this failure, Pan Weipeng seems to have gone to another extreme. He completely lost confidence in the original set of internal boxing and began to pursue actual combat.

"Strengthening the body is also very important. No matter how good my physical quality is, it won't be so hard to play the stick that day." Li Tian even thought of the game with Jin Shiyuan that day. At the last moment, he was exhausted, and Jin Shiyuan would have begun to fight back. If his momentum hadn't reached its peak, the "King of Fighters" would enter the fighting mode. I'm afraid he's going to lose.

Now that he thinks about it, he feels scared. If his physical strength is better, he may not be so dangerous, and he can even defeat his opponent with more powerful attacks and continuous combos at the beginning.

In this regard, he really envied Pan Weipeng. Even if he was beaten like that, he almost persisted in the whole audience. It was really not easy.

And if he can do that, strong perseverance, determination, and strong physique are indispensable.

Pan Weipeng looked at Li Tianzong's eyes and couldn't help becoming strange: "Brother Zong, you are joking."

"Everyone knows that you are teasing that stick. If you wanted to win, you would have won long ago!" After the first game yesterday, Pan Weipeng was sent to the school infirmary and did not see Li Tianzong's two games with his own eyes. However, he later watched the video and heard Yao Dayuan's comments. He also thought that the signs of Li Tianzong's hidden strength and finally broke out were very obvious.

Li Tianzong was stunned and had no way to explain. He had to say, "Hey hey, I'm really dissatisfied with my physical quality. I will strengthen my exercise from tomorrow."

"President Pan, I don't know if I can learn two tricks from you? If it's inconvenient, just the ones you teach in the Martial Arts Association," Li Tianzong said carefully. He has read some statements, saying that the decline of Chinese martial arts is a very important reason for the loss of many family martial arts, so he is worried that it would not be appropriate to let Pan Weipeng teach him his inner fists.

If Pan Weipeng hadn't taught some in the Martial Arts Association, he would not have dared to put it up so directly.

Unexpectedly, Pan Weipeng said generously, "What's the inconvenience? Even if I want to learn, I'll tell you that this thing is similar to Taijiquan. It's good for the body, but it has no practical value. It's useless!"

"As long as it is good for the body," Li Tianzong couldn't help but be overjoyed. He felt that "Drunken Boxing", as a kind of legendary Chinese summer martial arts, can have a strong practical ability, so there is also a long history of "inner fist", which may not be so "useless", but in circulation, the original actual combat price. The value was ignored by everyone and could not be passed on.

Li Tianzong promised to teach Pan Weipeng fighting skills. Pan Weipeng also promised to show him the boxing score of Neijiaquan. The two talked happily around Chinese martial arts, while Zheng Xiaoqian sat quietly beside them and cut off two apples. From time to time, she bet on Li Tianzong's On his body, he saw his expression of concentration and thinking, which was colorful.

"Oh, Brother Zong! Xiao Qian! You are all here!" Yao Dayuan suddenly pushed the door and entered, carrying two plastic bags in his hand.