Eight hundred and eighth chapter stick wave is too strong
"The seventh student from the left in row 13, please come to the stage."
Today is the lecture hall of Huang Denggao, the 34th ranked master of Dongyue Gunshu. Almost all the students from the freshman to senior year of the Gunshu class are present.
A master's cultivation explanations and advice can benefit everyone, and the classroom occupancy rate is extremely high. Of course, compared to popular majors, the more than two hundred little shrimps of Wanqiangun Law School are just a make-up.
In the large lecture hall that can accommodate a thousand people, it only occupies a small area in the middle, and everyone has the best eyesight.
There are advantages to having fewer people. Thinking about the majors of Yan Jinbai and Gu Yuxi, as well as the popular medical and poisonous arts in the school, every lecture hall is always crowded with people. Xu Zhi feels that the stick arts major is a very wise one.
Choosing, he thought for a moment, and suddenly heard Huang Denggao's roll call on the stage, and then the eyes of a row of students around him looked around.
"Seeing that your eyes are blurred and your mind is wandering, could it be that I didn't speak well enough?" Huang Denggao said with a curious look on his face.
"Master Huang, what you said was so good. The students were so mesmerized and distracted."
Xu Zhi argued that there was no way his eyes were blurry. He had very good eyesight. Huang Denggao was just a mess of soldiers on the battlefield, and he caught every one of them one by one.
"You're out of your mind. It seems like your mental state is really not that good. Come on, come on stage and refresh yourself."
People around him immediately looked at him sympathetically, and even Xu Zhi swallowed his saliva. Huang Denggao's relaxation was no different from the primary school teacher's roll call, but he just changed the words.
"I'm very energetic, Master Huang, look, hey hey hey."
Xu Zhi's desperate struggle was of no use at all. Huang Denggao's class was good, but in every class, two students would always come on stage to act as guardians on the left and right, and they would stand on the stage until the end of get out of class.
"Hey, third from the right in the fourth row, I see you smiling, please come on stage."
"Master, I'm not smiling, my face was born like this."
"Very good, keep your expression when you get on stage."
It was too easy for Huang Denggao to find an excuse. Yun Xiliu stood on the front desk with a sad face. Today's guardians were all gathered, and the remaining students in the lecture hall breathed a sigh of relief.
"The martial arts we are going to explain today is called the Guan Guan. According to legend, in ancient times, there was a man named Bobo and a man named Xiangru..."
"This is how he apologized. Xiangru looked at his posture, and there was a hint of counterattack in his defense. If he hadn't come down today, Bobo would have killed him with a backhand stick, so they reconciled."
"So, this move of carrying a stick to plead guilty is a big change. The transition between offense and defense is very fast. The opponent who can be forced has to retreat humbly, or the defensive situation becomes a draw."
Huang Denggao was still fooling around as usual. He made up some short stories to deepen the impression on the students. These martial arts did not include internal energy movement methods and could be used in ordinary ordinary offensives.
The most basic components of stick skills, whether they are feints or converted into actual moves after being understood, are all combinations of stick skills that students can use.
"After you bear the stick to plead guilty, the stick can be used to draw, poke, sweep, point, poke, and flick. It is very versatile."
"Come on, you two don't just stand there stupidly, come over and demonstrate."
"You play Xiangru, you play Bobo, this is a stick."
Huang Denggao took out the long stick he was carrying from behind. His weapon was a big treasure stick. According to rumors, it cost 6.2 million. At that time, he felt very distressed for the master and scolded the smelting masters for cheating.
Money does not pay for life.
His stick has a nice name called Feixueliuhua stick. The stick has white veins like snowflakes, which spread nearly twenty centimeters from the middle of the stick to both ends.
The Feixue Liuhua stick was very heavy. Xu Zhi took it with both hands and his hands suddenly sank. It was a material that was much heavier and stronger than iron. It was not afraid of the chopping and cutting of weapons such as big swords. It was extremely strong.
Carrying the stick on his back, Xu Zhi made a gesture of pleading guilty, and then pitifully waited for Huang Denggao's next step.
"This Feixue Liuhua stick only weighs 248 pounds. It is light and flexible. How do you feel about it, Bobo?"
"Tell Master Huang, I feel very good."
In Master Huang's home field, no matter how you answer, it will be a dead end. This is the consensus of all stick arts classes for many years.
"If you feel good, just carry it for a while."
Huang Denggao said calmly, and then turned to Yun Xiliu.
"Classmate Xiangru, please take over."
A prop stick was casually thrown by Huang Denggao. He pointed at Xu Zhi, waited for more than 20 or 30 seconds, and then casually said to Yun Xiliu: "How should you deal with the stick in front of you?"
"Bobo, please get up, I forgive you."
Yun Xiliu yelled, and was immediately hit with a stick by Huang Denggao, causing him to grin in pain.
"How can a life-and-death battle be such a child's play? Please think again and answer seriously."
"Master Huang, if you don't admit defeat in the face of Brother Xu's confession, then I will have no choice but to run away."
"You coward."
Bang, Yun Xiliu was hit with another stick. Huang Denggao felt that he had found the wrong person to demonstrate to. This freshman class was not good.
"Nineth person from the right in the sixth row, please come on stage."
For a moment, everyone in the audience who was originally relaxed became silent. Today, Lao Huang had a fit and actually clicked one more. Will this kind of random killing continue?
"Master Huang, when faced with a negative stick to plead guilty, we can attack his lower body, press the top with mountains, and beat him with his rear wing..."
The new person who came to the stage was a senior who was in his third year of college. He talked eloquently for a while. He had taught these classes for several years, and Huang Denggao was slightly impressed by him.
"Very good, take the stick. You go and try it. Bobo, this is your stick. It can be used for counterattack. If the counterattack is successful, you should be happy to step down."
"real?"
Xu Zhi's eyes widened. Although he could bear this kind of weight, carrying a stick weighing nearly 250 kilograms was a pain in the ass. He was too distracted by the lecture.
"Xiangru, please work harder. If Bobo steps down, you will be the new Bobo."
The junior old bird trembled all over and asked him to be Bobo, squatting on the ground and carrying a stick, or else die.
"Junior Brother Xu, please give me some advice."
Lao Niao was holding a wooden stick as a prop and stood one and a half meters away from Xu Zhi. He moved his steps slightly and prepared for the starting position.
"Brother, feel free to come."
Half squatting on the ground, Xu Zhi looked at the junior student attentively. Compared with other popular colleges, the senior students of Wanqiangun Law School were slightly weaker. From the source of students to the family background, this was an unavoidable problem.
Topics are almost inferior to those of the best classes. For Xu Zhi, his stick skills are not only dominant in the freshman year, but can also sweep through to the senior year.
In the Ten Thousand Sticks School of Law, he is the undisputed number one stickman.
Facing the stick that the old bird came after thinking about it, Xu Zhi just made a little move, and the opponent's prop stick flew away in response.
"Very good. I always only leave two people on stage. You can get off the stage. Well, take my stick down and run thirty laps around the lecture hall. There will be a prize for finishing."
"This classmate leads the way, and the others follow. Let's all refresh ourselves and do some exercise."
This seemed worse than carrying a stick to plead guilty. Xu Zhi scratched his hair in pain, his face twitching. This was him. If it were other students who would have died if they were running with such a heavy object, how could they still get it?
Huang Denggao's award.
Behind him, like a train, there were more than two hundred men strung along. Occasionally, a few girls with brighter clothes were stronger and stronger. This college was troubled in terms of the ratio and quality of men and women.
"Those who are leading the race at the front, run faster and shout our college's anthem along the way," Huang Denggao shouted from the stage.
"The stick wave is too strong. If you don't swing, you will be knocked to the ground. Pull away and let go. Gravity can't hold you..."
Taking long steps, Xu Zhi raised his voice and shouted loudly from the front.