After going out.

Duan Tianxing and others walked forward under Zong Sheng's leadership, and there were no elves around, including Jiang Shangrou.

Li Xiang didn't feel embarrassed and followed quickly.

Neon Dojo.

Highlight an empty and neat.

In the interior covered with brown and red wooden boards, dozens of people were wearing navy blue martial arts uniforms and knelt on the edge.

The front.

Yan Hu was straight and sat cross-legged on the soft pad, revealing a domineering aura all over his body, and his pretty face smiled.

There is a plaque with black edges and white background above her head, with four characters inside the plaque.

——【Be upright and not upright】.

Be good.

Very imposing.

But isn’t the heir Zong Sheng? Why is Yan Hu sitting in the main seat?

Li wanted to try his best to keep himself from looking around. It would be rude to watch randomly in such occasions.

"Uncle Master, please."

Yan Hu stood up and spread his hands to the other master seat beside her.

This should have been Zong Sheng’s position.

"Um."

Duan Tianxing nodded, sat down lightly on the side, and shook his coat.

Li Xiang and others were led to the other side by Zong Sheng.

When they sat down, the disciples on the edge of the dojo suddenly stood up and shouted, "Hello, uncle/uncle Master! Hello, senior sister and brother!"

The sound is neat and majestic, echoing in the dojo, making people shudder.

If it is an ordinary person in front of him, he will probably show some shocked expressions.

Naihe Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall has one count, but it will not be affected by such trivial matters.

The main seat Yan Hu waved his hand.

The disciples around sat down.

This is.

A man in his twenties stood up and shouted, "Team 1! Team 2 is out of the line!"

A total of ten people walked towards the center of the gym.

Exercising martial arts.

Li Xiang put Leolu in his arms and silently watched these people practice the Bengquan in an orderly manner.

He beat him up with a stern look, and he raised his knees with a shout, it was really like that.

But that's it.

He was a little suspicious about how Yan Hu chose. Didn’t both of them get started?

Master Bryant has been to Sakurajima for so many years, but Li Xiang doesn't believe in the students who have not learned the Bengquan.

but.

The content of boxing has not changed at all, no wonder the master said it is authentic.

After ten people finished practicing, everyone applauded.

After ten people changed, these ten people were a one-on-one fighting drill, using the routine of Bengquan.

Compared to the previous uniformity and a little messy, it means that this is a practical nature, not a simple performance.

After the winner is decided.

Ten people left the scene, and ten people with big guns were replaced.

The wind is dancing in the field.

Senior sister’s gun, Li Xiang hasn’t seen the Baiji Dance Gun.

He couldn't help but turn his head slightly, glanced at Bai Ji beside him, and found a polite smile on his face.

He looked like "Ah, you're good at playing, you can do it."

It's almost like writing the word trash on your face.

When it was the turn of ten people to practice the gun, Bai Ji couldn't help it and quietly grabbed Li Xiang's hand and gradually exerted force.

Li Xiang: "???"

No wonder Duan Yu and the others are unwilling to be with their senior sister. So is there such a thing?

Li Xiang forced his face to be tense and endured the pain of being ravaged by his palm.

If you think they are food, go and cook them!

Don't bother your junior brother, okay?

Fortunately.

The process of using the gun is not long.

After the end, Li Xiang and Bai Ji both breathed a sigh of relief and applauded vigorously.

If you continue, it will torture everyone, both in the mind and in the body.

But at this time.

Zong Sheng, who was standing beside Yan Hu, suddenly shouted:

"Please comment from uncle!"

All the people who came to sit down were shouting, "Please comment from uncle!"

Comments!?

Something happened!

Bai Ji and seven others' expressions became stiff.

When commenting at this time, you must want to listen to some good words, and you can also give a more gentle encouragement.

But with Duan Tianxing's personality, he would never mess with those things.

One is one, two is two.

It's absolutely serious to say something.

really.

Duan Tianxing didn't even get up, his eyes swept around everyone who was gasping for breath, and said coldly: "It's a mess! It's a mess! It's nothing to be desired!"

Damn! Use three idioms in a row! One is more cruel than the other!

Li Xiang pulled the corner of his mouth, wondering if he was going to be kicked out.

How can you keep any face for your owner?

The disciples around him were naturally dissatisfied and angry.

He subconsciously looked at Zong Sheng and Yan Hu.

Never thought.

The two of them unexpectedly had no reaction, as if they had known long ago that Duan Tianxing would say that.

The former said loudly: "Did you all hear the evaluation of Uncle Master clearly?"

"I heard it clearly!" roared.

"What do you plan to do!"

"Teach hard and encourage!" a louder roar.

"I can't hear clearly!"

"Diverful encouragement!" break the voice.

"Very good!" Zong Sheng looked at the disciples with red faces or eyes and said, "I'm not grateful to Master!"

"Thank you for your teachings by Master Uncle Master!" The second time breaks the sound.

"Okay, you can go down."

"We'll take a leave!"

More than forty people stood up, and after saluting, they stepped on the floor and left the gym.
To be continued...