I open a martial arts gym in Marvel

Chapter 94
Half an hour later, the five or six-year-old children in the martial arts hall threw sandbags around the plum blossom pile.

Hawkeye dodged embarrassingly above.

Zhang Yang specially filled each sandbag with colored powder, and smashed it on the white kung fu clothes, the color was very bright.

"This is not fair!"

Hawkeye protested.

"Why is it unfair?"

Zhang Yang pointed to a group of little boys.

"These are all children, it's fair to fight against you, who has experienced many battles!"

Hawkeye wanted to say something to protest, but Zhang Yang had already walked inside with his hands behind his back.

Hawkeye instantly grabbed a sandbag thrown over, and threw it towards Zhang Yang fiercely and quickly.He was confident, and Zhang Yang couldn't avoid it.

But Zhang Yang took a step to the left at a speed invisible to the naked eye at the moment Hawkeye threw the sandbag.

Clap!
The sandbag fell on the forehead of Luo Yuan, who wanted to call the master to come in and give advice. He couldn't even scream, and fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Yang calmly touched Luo Yuan's neck and looked at his forehead.

"It's okay, I fainted, let's continue practicing!"

He waved his hand, everyone went to do their own things, Zhang Yang also bypassed Luo Yuan who was on the ground, and went into the house.

Hawkeye looked at Luo Yuan on the ground, a little incredulous.

"Your master Zhang just throws people on the ground and ignores them?"

He asked the children who surrounded him.

"Brother Luo Yuan will wake up later, this is not the first time he has passed out."

A little girl with a ball head was talking childishly.

"Brother Luo Yuan is used to it. Anyway, every time he fights with the master, he either flies out or passes out."

Hawkeye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the boy on the ground was very unlucky.

But soon, he felt that he was quite unlucky.

Those children came back to their senses and continued to throw sandbags at him.There was only such a small place on the plum blossom pile, and he jumped back and forth, and the strength in his legs gradually began to fail.

About an hour before the lunch break, Zhang Yang called all the children in to practice.

Hawkeye quickly got off the plum blossom pile and sat on the ground.

"You're messing with me!"

Hawkeye watched, with unprecedented fatigue on his face.

"It's exhausting. It's like high-intensity training for the thigh muscles. It's not training my reflexes at all. Are you sure you're training my reflexes?"

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand, pulled Hawkeye to the door, and pointed to a row of students squatting against the wall.

"This is the third batch of squatting students today, and it's still over in 5 minutes. I have been practicing with the first batch of students until now, and I have never felt that training on the thighs is unnecessary."

He looked at Hawkeye.

"The requirement for archery is also to have a steady foot. You are training together."

Hawkeye disagreed.

"But I'm fast and quick."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, then try it.

He turned around, took off easily, and gracefully landed on the club pile.

"Now, you come and hit me. Just treat it as your vent for the past two days."

"Wow! That's what you said!"

Hawkeye collected all the sandbags on the ground, and then threw them all out.Just like a fisherman casting a net, Zhang Yang didn't leave a single blind spot.

But the next second, Hawkeye was shocked.

I saw Zhang Yang stepping on a plum blossom pile and jumped up lightly, and then his figure was like a ghost, anyway, Hawkeye didn't know how to describe it.

In short, when all the sandbags fell to the ground, Zhang Yang was still dressed in the white exercise uniform.

Hawkeye was stunned for a while, and finally understood why Director Fury insisted on coming.

"I'm just dumbfounded."

Hawkeye confessed.

"You are literally performing magic in front of me!"

"In your opinion, it is a practice, but in my opinion, it is the result of day-to-day practice."

Hawkeye nodded upon hearing this.

"Okay, then what shall we continue to practice? Let's talk."

He seems to have been ignited to fight, and now he is full of strength.

"Now you go take a shower and come down to eat."

Zhang Yang looked at his colorful body with some disgust.

"You're such a palette right now."

Hawkeye suddenly wants to hit someone, who is to blame for his turning into a palette now?
This person even directly disliked him.

After lunch, Zhang Yang asked Luo Yuan to practice Tai Chi with Hawkeye.

Hawkeye looked at the alive and kicking person in front of him, and was concerned.

"Is your head okay? The sandbag I sucked on in the morning is a little heavy."

Luo Yuan touched the bag on his forehead and shook his head.

"The strength of your sandbag is not bad, it's because I hit my head that I fainted."

Speaking of which, he was suddenly a little excited.

"How do you develop your strength? Do you lift iron? I want to participate in the triathlon in two years. It must be specially exercised."

Hawkeye looked at Luo Yuan's physique, and it was a bit weak now.

"Didn't your master train your physique?"

Luo Yuan shook his head.

"I practice martial arts, I practice skills, and I don't have a specific physique. But the master said that he has been subtly practicing my physique."

Hawkeye felt that the child was deceived by the master.

"Then how do you know that your physique has been exercised?"

Speaking of this, Luo Yuan lifted his chin proudly.

"After all, every time I fight with the master, I will be sent flying. But I didn't get much injury every time."

Hawkeye gave him an odd look.

At night, Hawkeye asked Zhang Yang about what Luo Yuan said about exercising his body.

Zhang Yang really wanted to tell him that Luo Yuan's physique was honed purely by beating.

When the kid first started, he often went to practice duels. Zhang Yang felt that he was a boy who wanted to hone and grow through beating.

So from the very beginning, he was merciless, and as a result, his physique was thrown out when he fell.

If it's a purely crooked attack, it is estimated that there will be no second one.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and answered him.

"The reason why I call this child a disciple is that his physique is a little different from others, and he belongs to the type of rapid growth."

Hawkeye nodded, it's not like he hasn't seen that kind of talent before.

"What are you asking this question for?"

Zhang Yang looked at his muscles.

"You shouldn't need it, right?"

Hawkeye shrugged.

"I'm just asking casually."

For the next few days, Hawkeye played dodgeball with a group of children on the plum blossom pile in the morning, and practiced Tai Chi with Luo Yuan in the afternoon.

When the appointed day came, before Hawkeye could speak, he found his bow and arrow on the table in his room.

Very well preserved.

Hawkeye found Zhang Yang with a bow and arrow.

"To be honest, I'm still curious about where you hid my bow and arrow. I occasionally turned around some corners these days, but I couldn't find it at all."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows.

"It's no secret to tell you."

(End of this chapter)