Be the King of France in Ultra World

Chapter 589 Chinese Kung Fu
After a brief report, Yan Yuan found Zhenzhong Jianwu, and said to the team leader Chen Sicheng

"Captain, during this period of time, let the Zhenzhong teammate accompany me to go shopping around, let him familiarize himself with our work, and at the same time do some simple training."

For this kind of application, the captain said that there is no problem at all.

After all, the Elite Victory Team is a combat force, and as a member of a combat force, it would be strange to have no combat effectiveness.

Even Shengzhang, who is a developer, has a certain fighting ability, but he really does not have sword comprehension.

It is also a good thing to let Yan Yuan, a veteran, take the training with him. Before that, he wanted Jing Jian to bring Zhenzhong Jianwu, but later found that Jing Jian's name seemed really inappropriate.

It would be best if Yan Yuan came to take them away.

Compared with Yan Yuan, Zhenzhong Jianwu's body could not be better.

The next day, Yan Yuan took him to the boxing gym in the city, where there were all kinds of training, Yan Yuan asked Zhenzhong Jianwu to practice boxing with the boxing coach first, and then he did some basic physical training on the sidelines .

Originally, Yan Yuan wanted to keep a low profile, but in this kind of place, especially for people like Yan Yuan, it is most difficult to keep a low profile.

Yan Yuan was still practicing here, so the topic over there naturally shifted to Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan wore looser clothes when he was exercising, and he could just see some muscles, with clear outlines and distinct lines.

It's just that compared to the group of bronze-colored men around him, Yan Yuan is just too cheeky.

So no one would bet that the muscles under Yan Yuan's body were made from eating protein powder.

In reality, it is certainly possible. Eating protein powder to eat muscle itself is a false proposition.

We are all professionals here, so we will naturally be fooled by such words, but if we really want to make us feel that Yan Yuan's muscles are useless, we probably believe it.

So very slowly no one came down and asked

"Friend, what are you practicing?"

Yan Yuan: "Chinese Kung Fu."

Hearing that, the other party was "awe-struck", in fact, he took it for granted.

"Chinese kung fu? Is this kind of kung fu like Jackie Chan?"

It is understandable why he took it for granted, after all, Lin Qiu himself is talking nonsense.

There are few things I know, and if I hit a special person, I can hit it even with some weird postures.

I have always been a big fan of martial arts, and arguing about which kung fu is better is just some people's rhetoric that wants to lower themselves, but all fighting skills that are famous in the world are very comprehensive, and it is difficult to tell who is inferior and who is superior.

But no one is low or high.

That is the last big, but the least people to engage in is a vague truth.

"It's about Jackie Chan, it's about martial arts."

"It's like sending someone to heaven with a single slap."

Hearing what Yan Yuan said, the man immediately turned his head away, afraid that he would spoil the atmosphere by laughing out loud.

Yan Yuan knew that kind of plot, the higher ups should have gone to the lower ring to fight.

I also want to go to the ring to fight, so that it can stimulate the real sword comprehension. If I say yes, I will make up my mind to practice fighting?
I hate that kind of traditional plot!

However, the other party smiled before leaving. . .

And it was Yan Yuan who said it separately, and put Yan Yuan into the area where he had been in middle school for more than seven years, and he was full of disgust when chatting with people.

Lin Qiu: ヽ(_;)ノ

Is there anyone in the real world who is so petty and hostile, and anyone who is caught will have to go through two tricks.

Talking and laughing will pass, and that is the norm.

Yan Yuan was helpless, so he could only continue to do basic exercises obediently. Xiaojia would pay attention to me as always, but the topic of discussion was the topic of the future.

"Poor child, the poisoning by the big talk is very slight."

"Yeah, the big kid next door to you now thinks that he can travel through different worlds to become a brave man, and slay evil dragons with his sword. Recently, he takes a broken wooden stick outside the house every day and says he is practicing swordsmanship. My villain is going crazy. .”

The people around nodded one after another: "Seven years in middle school is really scary."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Sure enough, I used to pretend to choose a reasonable proposition.

For example, the seventh dan of judo, the kind of thing that adults can understand a little bit.

"actually."

Yan Yuan turned to look at the handsome man who was punching the sandbag next to him, trying to regain his old face
"You are Ultraman."

The beautiful man glanced at me, and then with a "bang", he punched hard under the sandbag.

Lin Qiu: "..."

"If you believe it, you believe it. It's nothing to hit people with sandbags to scare people."

After a while, the sweaty coach came over and said to Yan Yuan

"This brother, has he really practiced everything?"

Yan Yuan nodded: "I'm a botanist, and fighting skills used to be compulsory."

Coach: "But I broke the stake with one punch! Is he sure that's what a botanist should do?"

Yan Yuan: "?"

Following the coach, Yan Yuan saw a group of people pointing around the broken stake.

Yan Yuan looked at the coach: "Did they usually punch sandbags after boxing? Why did they hit the stakes?"

Special boxing gyms do not have wooden stakes. The wooden stakes are mainly used by many people to train karate. They are said to be wooden stakes, but they are actually a relatively thick board with a circle of hemp rope tied inside. People who train karate will keep their horses steady and hit the stakes alternately with their right and left hands.

Because the force in that posture is very weak, and Xiaojia will work hard whether there is a lot of protective gear under Riga, so basically there is a possibility of breaking the wooden stake.

Then Zhenzhong Jianwu interrupted.

After Yan Yuan got off, he saw the remains of the stake.

"Jianwu, that move of yours caught you off guard."

Zhenzhong Jianwu: "You just follow the method the coach said..."

Yan Yuan: "It is necessary to explain, he is a relatively untalented type."

The coach on the side: "?" Is that less talented?What is the name of this other person, what is it?
Yan Yuan glanced at the coach: "It's enough for him to teach me the basics of fighting, and that kind of physical stuff needs to be taught."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yuan took some money out of his pocket and handed it to the coach as compensation for the stake.

Before Yan Yuan left, the coach said to Zhenzhong Jianwu
"He thinks he wants to play professionally?"

. . .

Yan Yuan only paid attention to the things here, before he cared about it.

Zhenzhong Jianwu itself was transformed by Trija, and it is strange that there is nothing ordinary at all.

And bringing me here is to let me learn some basics of fighting, how to hold a fight when fighting, how to punch to show the strength of the body, without those as the basis, Lin Qiu taught me some more advanced things before. nervous.

Yes, just when Yan Yuan was about to go back to the basic training, the handsome man with sandbags suddenly said

"Does he really know Chinese Kung Fu?"

Yan Yuan: "?"

Beautiful man: "If this friend of his has ever learned the legendary internal strength, how can he break the wooden stake with one punch? You have tried this thing, it is very hard!"

Yan Yuan: "This is Chinese Kung Fu, the power of Ultraman."

Beautiful boy: "Does he think you are stupid and easy to deceive?"

Yan Yuan spread his hands, the truth is always so magical, it's a pity that some people believe it.

(End of this chapter)