Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

The girl continued: "As long as you like it, you can do it."

"Our Martial Arts Research Club is considered an exchange meeting for martial arts fellows, and we need to play real skills."

Li Xiaoyu looked at the girl, feeling somewhat hopeful in her heart.

She looked at the girl and thought of Huo Qubing, whom she liked.

When you like someone, most of the time you want to be that person.

It is undeniable that she was also infected by the passion of Huo Qubing when he came to the horses.

"I have zero foundation, this, is it okay?"

The girl patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay! Why not!"

The boy next to the girl also smiled and said: "You are welcome to join, and you will accept our guidance from now on. I guarantee that you will become a hero of the rivers and lakes!"

Li Xiaoyu responded with a smile: "I am already very satisfied if I can become a college dog who does not fail!"

"Hahahahaha."

Wang Xiaomin looked in front of her and came over.

"I, can I join?"

"Just right! I want her to trick you in too."

"No, no, I can't resist overly handsome things, such as you guys."

"Pfft, hahahahahaha"

In a certain university, a boy with a spear who quit the school's martial arts club practiced spears in the woods alone in boredom.

After all, this is his hobby, which cannot be lost.

He doesn't like watching TV or surfing the Internet, but this gun skill is his all-time favorite.

He slammed his shot on the ground, making a groove in the ground.

"it is good!"

Before he got up, he heard a voice beside him.

The boy stood up and looked, and saw a boy in Hanfu holding a sword looking at him.

The boy thought that the Hanfu boy in front of him was just like the seniors before him, a person who was not useful.

He said, "Thank you."

He turned around and was about to leave when he heard the boy in Hanfu talking behind him.

"Wait a minute, I can also learn swordsmanship, we can learn from it."

The boy turned to look at the boy in Hanfu.

"This, the sword has no eyes, I am afraid of hurting you, I have learned it since I was a child."

The Hanfu boy smiled: "It's okay, I also grew up in elementary school."

The boy looked at the person opposite, and the person opposite looked different from that senior. The senior looked white and clean, as if he would be blown away by the wind. Although the person in front of him was also wearing Hanfu, it made people feel very strong.

At first glance, it is a trainer.

The boy's eyes lit up and he flicked his spear.

"Okay, then let's go to the end and make gestures."

The boy in Hanfu on the opposite side cupped his hands, and the driver immediately moved away.

In the grove, occasionally there would be students passing by. When they saw the two men at war, most of them left directly, but there were still a few people who wanted to watch the fun, and stood where they were, watching the two fight.

The boy in Hanfu held a sword flower and rushed towards the boy with spear.

The weapons in the hands of the two collided and separated immediately.

The two moved very slowly, but every move and style collided with each other in a real posture!

Gradually, more and more people rose up around!
Even a bald old man squatted by and watched with relish.

In less than 10 minutes, the two shyly put away their weapons, indicating that the contest was over.

Many people looked at the two standing in the middle of the woods, their eyes were full of light, and many of them even shouted directly.

"Brother, the whole martial arts class, I will definitely go!"

"Add me, I want to go too!"

"Then take me along too!"

The two boys stood there, a little embarrassed to speak, the bald old man stood up and walked towards them.

"Are you interested in forming a club?"

The boy with the spear looked familiar at the bald old man.

"Ah, this, can we do it? There seems to be a martial arts club in the school."

The bald old man waved his hand.

"It's all small troubles, and associations of the same nature can be formed."

The boy in Hanfu looked at the old man.

"But there are only two of us."

When the onlookers heard this, they expressed that they wanted to join.

"I'm joining, bro!"

"Take me one!"

"I can too!"

The bald old man smiled and said, "I will be your instructor, hurry up and apply, and carry forward our Chinese martial arts tradition, and you two will become strikers!"

The eyes of the man in Hanfu and the man with long guns lit up.

At this time, the boy with the spear finally realized why he felt that the old man in front of him looked familiar just now.

"Dean?!"

This bald old man is the dean of their college!
The bald old man nodded with a smile.

"Okay, okay, you are also from our school? In your class?"

"2009"

The bald old man nodded with relief in his eyes.

"I think when I was young, I also had countless dreams. Well, it's really great to carry forward the quintessence of our family."

Similar things keep happening in countless schools.

Even those who have no basic foundation want to enter the martial arts training club.

On the other side, as soon as Zhao Yao got off work, he hurried into the gym he went to.

He has this habit and likes to go to the gym to exercise after get off work.

Moreover, there are generally not many people in the gym, so he can be more comfortable.

Although he looks like a burly man, in fact, he is a serious social fear.

Zhao Yao took out his towel with a happy face, and then walked into the gym.

As soon as he entered the gym, he froze for a moment.

Ok?
Wrong place?
Zhao Yao took a step back, and a person who often exercises with him walked up behind him, and patted his back with his hand.

"Zhao Yao, what are you doing? Hurry up and go in!"

The man walked forward with a smile, and the moment he stepped into the gym, he made the same movement as Zhao Yao.

"I did not go wrong"

He remembered that the former gymnasium was very aptly described as deserted in front of the door with few cars and horses.

But, now inside.
Zhao Yao and the man looked at each other, then walked in.

I saw people standing in front of every equipment inside, and many people took up the open space to exercise.

Zhao Yao was stunned for a moment.

When did the gym also start to roll in?

Zhao Yao maintained the mood of not knowing what to say, finished exercising according to his previous habits, and then went home.

Before leaving, he took a look inside the gym.

There are too many people inside.

So many, he felt a little unbelievable.

After all, in a place like the gym, fifty people a day is considered too much.

However, what he can see in front of his eyes now is more than fifty
Zhao Yao sighed as he walked home. On the way home, he bumped into a group of people running towards him panting from a distance.

There is indeed a park nearby. Some people, like him, often run around the park in the morning or at night.

But there are too many people running this night
You're sure you're running at night, I suspect you're running a marathon