Extract Xiuxian University at the beginning

Guo Zhenyang's face turned ugly when he heard this.

He was the head of a martial arts hall, but the other party only sent a student to fight. How much they looked down on him.

He suppressed his anger and looked at Park Jung-hwan, and said in a deep voice: "Master Park, are you serious?"

"Of course, my disciple has already received my true teachings, and will soon become the deputy head of the martial arts hall. Master Guo can fight with him first."

Guo Zhenyang's face was livid, and he looked at Cui Yucheng standing there with a nonchalant look, and his heart was burning with anger.

The other party humiliated him so much, he decided to beat up this shitty deputy head first, and then beat Park Jung-hwan.

Park Jung-hwan spoke at this time, and he said to the Taekwondo students: "It's still the old rules. You can record this practical teaching and take it back to study it carefully. The power of Taekwondo is beyond your imagination at your current level."

Many Taekwondo students have already turned on their mobile phones skillfully. When Park Jung-hwan took them to challenge martial arts halls one by one, they all recorded it.

Now those videos have a lot of hits on the Internet, making Wansheng Taekwondo Hall famous, and this time is no exception.

Zhao Wanxue frowned slightly. Park Zhenghuan's words made her feel a little uncomfortable. She used to have a good impression of Taekwondo. After all, Taekwondo's fighting style is very cool, front kick, back kick, and continuous kick. Even if a girl performs it, it is pleasing to the eye.

She actually wanted to learn it, but she never had the time. If she hadn't entered Xiuxian University this time, she actually wanted to learn Taekwondo.

But now she has completely lost this idea. The condescending tone of Park Zhenghuan's words, looking down on Chinese martial arts, can be heard by everyone.

"I really want to beat this son of a bitch."

Wang Yuhan also whispered.

Zhao Wanxue was stunned and whispered: "Yuhan, are you from Shu? How can you speak that language?"

"Oh, I worked there for a while, and I know a little. It's the most fun to curse people in Sichuan dialect."

Wang Yuhan smiled.

Even though Guo Zhenyang was furious on the stage, he suppressed his anger when the fight really started.

He took a long breath, took the starting position of Hong Quan, stood on his feet, and had a steady momentum. Guo Zhenyang was still very strong in the middle stage of dark power.

He clasped his fists to Cui Yucheng and said, "Please."

When Guo Zhenyang said please, Cui Yucheng swayed and closed the distance. He twisted his waist and kicked Guo Zhenyang's temple with a roundhouse kick.

Guo Zhenyang's eyes became colder. With the power of Cui Yucheng's kick, if he hit, he would be seriously injured or even die. This was to kill him.

Li~

A crane cry suddenly came out of Guo Zhenyang's mouth. He stretched out his right hand, infused it with Qi, and used the tiger-crane double-form boxing method. His right hand was like a knife, slashing at Cui Yucheng's feet.

He did not use up his strength to prevent Cui Yucheng from changing his moves. Sure enough, when his knife was about to touch Cui Yucheng, Cui Yucheng's right leg had already changed direction. While the afterimage was shaking, he had kicked out five times, directly hitting Guo Zhenyang's chest and abdomen.

Roar~

Another tiger roar, Guo Zhenyang's left and right hands became tiger claws, one hand blocked the attack, and the other hand grabbed Cui Yucheng's shoulder.

The fight between the two was full of dangers, and all the disciples were sweating.

But seeing Cui Yucheng's extremely fast speed, he moved around Guo Zhenyang and kept kicking his legs. Almost only his legs were seen, and Guo Zhenyang was like an old tree taking root. He stood still despite Cui Yucheng's violent attacks.

His plan was to defend first and then counterattack. With such a fast attack, his physical strength would definitely decrease quickly, and then it would be his chance.

But soon he was shocked to find that Cui Yucheng's attack speed not only did not decrease, but it was getting faster and faster.

Moreover, the opponent's leg was very powerful, and he was unable to resist it with his mid-stage dark power cultivation.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Guo Zhenyang was kicked in the back. He staggered and took a few steps forward. Cui Yucheng took advantage of the situation and pursued him relentlessly, displaying the essence of Taekwondo one by one.

Guo Zhenyang finally couldn't resist and was kicked to the ground, his face was covered with blood, and several ribs in his body were broken.

The whole place was dead silent.

The disciples of Zhenyang Martial Arts School stared blankly at Guo Zhenyang who was knocked down on the field. They couldn't believe their eyes. In their minds, Guo Zhenyang was an invincible existence. In the martial arts circle of the entire Jiangcheng City, everyone would give a thumbs up when mentioning Master Guo.

But at this time, Guo Zhenyang, who was feared by Jiangcheng, was not a match for Taekwondo, and was knocked down by a Taekwondo student, and even Park Zhenghuan hadn't made a move yet. How could they accept this? They even had a little doubt about the martial arts they learned.

"Big Brother, you are awesome!"

"Big Brother, you are awesome!"

Unlike Zhenyang Martial Arts School, the Taekwondo students suddenly burst into excitement after a short silence, shouting slogans and standing up together, feeling proud of being Taekwondo students.

Cui Yucheng stood on the field, full of pride, looking at Guo Zhenyang who was helped down, and said proudly: "It is said that our Taekwondo originated from China. Today I will correct this statement. Our Taekwondo has a long history, is profound and profound, and is self-contained. It is far from comparable to Chinese martial arts.

Although most of my students are Chinese, martial arts know no borders. I, the Republic of China, am very willing to teach Taekwondo in China so that more people can strengthen their bodies."

Huahuahua~

Applause sounded, and the Taekwondo students clapped their hands and nodded repeatedly.

The students of Zhenyang Martial Arts School kept their heads down and said nothing.

Guo Zhenyang's face was livid. He was so embarrassed today. Although several martial arts schools had lost before him, he still felt bad.

"Master Guo, thank you for letting me. When you recover from your injury, you can also come to my Wansheng Taekwondo School to spar with me. I'll be there anytime."

Park Zhenghuan clasped his fists to Guo Zhenyang. He looked very respectful, but his face was clearly full of ridicule and disdain.

The Taekwondo students stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

At this time, Lin Fan spoke up. He really couldn't stand it. Guo Zhenyang lost because he was not as skilled as others, but if you insist that Taekwondo is not comparable to Chinese martial arts, Lin Fan would not be happy.

Although he is now cultivating immortals, he is also a Chinese.

These Koreans are too arrogant.

It just so happens that I have been practicing for more than a month, and I can also come to test the results of my cultivation.

"What's the matter, friend?"

Park Zhenghuan still had a smile on his face.

"Of course I have something to say. I want to tell you that our Chinese martial arts are not comparable to your mediocre kung fu. Moreover, Taekwondo borrowed from our southern kung fu. You are so shameless as to say that it is a unique style. Do you still have some shame?"