The personal security guard of the beautiful president

At eight o'clock in the morning, after breakfast, Zhang Fengyi was about to leave and go to the martial arts association. Han Xue called him to stop, and said earnestly, "Come on!"

Zhang Fengyi glanced at Lian Fang and Rong Fei who were standing behind her, and Song Yang who was being pushed by Rong Fei, and smiled dumbly: "Don't worry, I am confident that I can win him." The impartial side, the spectator side, and the media reporters, and others cannot go to the scene to participate in the battle, so everyone can only wish him victory here.

Han Xue suddenly stepped forward, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and whispered: "Be careful!"

Zhang Fengyi didn't expect that she would take the initiative to send a sweet kiss, his spirits lifted immediately, and he said proudly: "I won't win today, I won't come back!"

"What nonsense!" Lian Fang approached from behind, and said coquettishly, "If you lose, you have to come back! By the way, you have to protect your hands."

Zhang Fengyi said in amazement: "Why?"

Lian Fang's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she cast a wink at her: "Because your hands are 'special'. Hee hee, I'm just joking, you have to come back to me completely, I'll take care of one now." Uncle Song has worked hard enough, and I don't want to distract you from taking care of the wounded." Standing on tiptoe, he kissed him generously on the lips, entangled him for at least half a minute, and then backed away with a blushing face.

Zhang Fengyi smiled, turned and left.

He is more confident than ever that he can win this contest.

In his spare time these few days, he was thinking about the flaws of Zong Mingquan, and he already had a complete set of targeted fighting plans.When the time comes to use it, Zong Kai realizes that his boxing skills are actually restrained, and it will definitely be affected considerably, and that is his chance to win.

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When he arrived at the Martial Arts Association, Zhang Fengyi was almost not frightened.

Different from the last martial arts competition, there were a large number of interview vehicles parked outside the martial arts association this time, and the parking space in front of the entire martial arts association was crowded.As soon as he got out of the car, more than ten reporters from different media rushed up and rushed to ask him questions.

There is no way, the number of media allowed to enter is limited, and more people have to stay outside.If they can't interview something here, then they can only eat the leftovers of those media who are qualified to enter the Wushu Association.

Along with Zhang Fengyi were the martial artists from the entire martial arts hall, acting as temporary bodyguards, protecting him as he headed towards the martial arts association.

After arriving at the venue where the two martial arts competitions were held last time, Zhang Fengyi immediately saw a few people chatting and laughing at the door, one of them was Qin Feng, the other was Sun Tianxing, the owner of Qiankun Martial Arts, and two people he didn't know. people.

Originally, Qiankun Martial Arts and Tianxiang were allies, but after Zhanhuan was seriously injured last time, Sun Tianxing never visited him. Now looking at his intimate gesture when talking with Qin Feng, Zhang Fengyi already knew it.

"Eh? Xiao Zhang, you're here." Qin Feng was the first to greet Zhang Fengyi with a smile, as if there was no problem between the two of them.

Sun Tianxing next to him was indifferent, and he didn't feel grateful to Zhang Fengyi's people for avenging his son.

Zhang Fengyi didn't even look at Qin Feng, and walked past them with the people from Tianxiang Pavilion with their heads held high.

Qin Feng's expression froze immediately.

Sun Tianxing said coldly: "It's such a big show, even Boss Qin dares to ignore it."

Qin Feng recovered his smile and said, "Don't talk about him, let's go in."

In the arena, Zhang Fengyi looked around.

The layout is almost the same as last time, but the number of spectators has increased significantly compared to last time.In addition, the number of reporters at the scene has at least doubled, and various cameras and recording equipment are arranged around the venue.

Just like the outside, as soon as they entered, reporters immediately rushed over and asked questions, the topics were nothing more than winning or losing, understanding of each other and so on.This time Zhang Fengyi did not say a word like he did outside, and directly grabbed the microphone of one of the reporters.

Everyone knew that he was going to speak, and immediately fell silent.

Zhang Fengyi grinned at the recent camera: "I will prove to everyone that Tianxiang Gym is the best martial arts gym in Yanjing and even the whole country!"

The people around were all stunned.

Zhang Fengyi said nothing more, handed the microphone back to the original owner, and strode towards his own area.

On the opposite side, the people from the Weiming Gym had already arrived, and Zong began to sit on the chair, his eyes fixed on Zhang Fengyi all the time.

After Zhang Fengyi sat down, with Lei Li as the leader behind him, his brothers sat down in a line, all of them looked terrified, and everyone around them was shocked.

Footsteps sounded, Feng Jinwu, the head of the Martial Arts Association strode over, and said with a happy face: "Master Zhang is new, I haven't had time to congratulate him, I'm sorry, hehe."

Zhang Fengyi glanced at him, and said indifferently: "President Feng, you are being polite, he is just acting as an agent."

Seeing that he didn't intend to get up, Feng Jinwu couldn't help but dry up his smile, coughed twice, and said, "I'm very sorry about the owner of the exhibition hall, and I hope that the same thing will not happen again today. After all, we are colleagues, click here Best, what do you think, Master Zhang?"

Zhang Fengyi smiled: "Did Chairman Feng tell Zong Kai?"

Feng Jinwu couldn't help frowning when he remembered the response he gave Zong Kai when he went to talk to him about it.

Zong Kai actually said to him: "Fist and feet have no eyes, the injury can only be blamed on my own lack of skill, no one else's fault."

Seeing Zhang Fengyi's expression now, Feng Jinwu couldn't help calling out that he was unlucky to meet two strangers in succession.However, after all, he had been in the officialdom for a long time, so he returned to his normal expression and said, "Mr. Zong and I have basically the same opinion. Martial arts competitions are just martial arts contests. Peace is the most important thing for everyone, haha. Don't bother Master Zhang to make preparations. Next time there will be Let's talk again." Turning around and leaving.

Not far away, Qin Feng listened to the conversation between the two with a smile on his lips.

He has a good relationship with Feng Jinwu, and he knows the latter's character well.Zhang Fengyi used this attitude to deal with the president of the martial arts association, and he was just looking for trouble for himself. It would be strange if Feng Jinwu would find something for him in the future.

In a blink of an eye, it was 09:30, and Feng Jinwu was still the host of the competition, and he went on stage to speak some official words and introduce the two sides routinely.

Zhang Fengyi and Zong Kai left the arena at the same time, stepped onto the competition stage, and stood five meters away from each other.

When the four eyes met, they could feel the sharpness of each other.

Since it was just a single martial arts competition, Feng Jinwu didn't talk too much nonsense. After introducing the two sides, he briefly talked about the spirit of the martial arts competition up to now. Step back and make room.

Zong Kai and Zhang Kai Fengyi looked at each other coldly and did not move.

All around the venue fell silent.Waiting for the two sides to start fighting.

After 5 minutes passed, the two of them still hadn't moved, and the people around them became a little impatient, and someone couldn't help shouting: "Fight!"

As soon as the sound came out, other people also shouted one after another, and the boiling sound in the originally quiet venue shook the sky.

On the contrary, both sides of the battle remained calm, standing still with their hands down, not even making a gesture.

Just when the people around were screaming out of boredom, Zong Kai and Zhang Fengyi suddenly moved at the same time, stepped forward, and rushed towards each other like galloping horses!

The surroundings suddenly became quiet again, only the sound of hurried footsteps remained.

The moment the two sides got close, Zong Kai punched like a tiger, preempting a straight impact punch.

With his left foot as the axis, Zhang Fengyi made a forward spin, and when his head brushed past the opponent's fist, he had already moved behind the opponent, swung his elbow backwards, and struck the opponent's back like lightning.

Zong Ming's boxing style is relatively biased, and it belongs to the small boxing category in the Gangmeng boxing style. It pays attention to precise strikes and focuses on grasping the moment when the opponent is exhausted.Therefore, Zong Mingquan has a unique advantage in the steady fighting technique.

It is precisely because of this that if Zong Mingquan fighters seize the opportunity, it is often when they attack the opponent's weakest with the strongest attack, and the damage is particularly huge when they come and go.The fact that Zhan Huan was injured so badly was a clear proof.

Regarding this point, Zhang Fengyi has already figured out the best way to attack, which is to use his super high speed and agility, try his best to use the "fancy punches and embroidered legs" style of play, disrupt the opponent's rhythm with complicated tricks, and then take the opportunity to counterattack.

Zong Kai didn't seem to expect that he would move so fast, he bent his head and rolled over, dodging his elbow purely defensively without attacking.

But Zhang Fengyi followed him like a shadow, and moved to his side, made a false move, only halfway out, causing the opponent to subconsciously dodge, the bottom of the knee hit the opponent's chest like lightning.