The world was shocked: You call this a museum?

Chapter 40 The beauty with eight-pack abs!
Longteng Martial Arts Hall is still very famous in the local area, after all, Jiangcheng used to be a hometown of martial arts.

It is said that among Wan Qing's buddies who fight Yihequan, there is an elder-level figure who is from Jiangcheng. No one can match a pair of iron fists, but he still lost to the foreign guns.

When Zhao Yan came to the Longteng Martial Arts Gym, he was still shocked by the facade of the Martial Arts Gym.

There are a few big characters written in flamboyant and flying phoenix dances on it.

This is not printed, it is handwritten.

As far as this brushwork is concerned, even if Zhao Yan is a layman, he can see the profundity of this skill, and he must be considered a master of calligraphy.

But at this moment, Zhao Yan felt a gust of wind above his head, as if something bad was about to happen.

He looked up and saw a figure approaching him.

"Good guy, this is a sneak attack!" Zhao Yan took a step back and kicked towards the sky immediately.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so skilled that he grabbed Zhao Yan's ankle with one hand, and then whipped his leg to slap Zhao Yan's forehead!

This kick was fast and ruthless, if it was hit, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhao Yan quickly raised his hand to resist.

Canopy!
A huge explosion exploded between the two.

Zhao Yanxin said that fortunately, he had learned Wing Chun through the system before, so that he could deal with the enemy's surprise attack.

"Look at the trick!" Seeing that Zhao Yan resisted, the opponent changed his trick and started attacking towards Zhao Yan's lower third lane.

"Damn it! Who are you?!"

Zhao Yan exclaimed, and quickly flipped backwards. Unexpectedly, the opponent strode forward and blocked Zhao Yan's waist with a punch.

His old Zhao family has to rely on Zhao Yan to carry on the family line, how can he lose his waist?

At this time, Zhao Yan didn't care about who the opponent was, so he faced up to the difficulties and took the initiative to attack.

Crackling, the two fought for a dozen or so rounds at the entrance of the martial arts hall. Passers-by around thought they were entertainers, and they all applauded.

"it is good!"

"Pretty!"

"This man looks familiar, could it be... oh! I know, he is the owner of the Internet celebrity museum!"

"I'll go, really! I didn't expect to be a Lianjiazi, how mysterious this person is!"

"What a handsome fight, is this a movie?!"

boom!
Both of them kicked each other strong, but the recoil forced each other back.

The person who came wiped off his sweat and said, "Good guy, but I approve of you! Good work!"

"Who are you, why do you fight as soon as we meet? Let's..." Zhao Yan was about to continue, but soon realized that the other party was the thief he was looking for.

Now looking at it from the front, Zhao Yan found that this person had a tattoo on one arm, and there seemed to be no tattoo on the other.

This girl looked a little younger than Cao Xue, probably in her early twenties, but her appearance was very cool.

Her skin is fair, as if surrounded by snow, but her brown pupils are as cold as the permafrost of Siberia, and her high nose bridge is sharp and sharp.

It's just that her small nose and exquisite mouth did not make her look Xiaojiabiyu, on the contrary, she revealed a cold and murderous look all over her body.this.

A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, but this punch is unflattering. Does anyone dare to have such a beautiful woman?
If you quarrel, beat your boyfriend into a grasshopper every minute.

She was wearing a sweatshirt of the same style as Bruce Lee's, but it had been modified. Both arms and belly were exposed, and her lower body was a pair of tight yellow pants, which perfectly set off her figure.

The figure is perfect, but the muscles in the abdomen are very obvious.

Fortunately, her arms and legs are not as exaggerated as the muscular women in Europe and America. On the contrary, her figure is very well-proportioned, comparable to models in some magazines.

The girl flicked her short hair, which was dyed blond, and she looked a bit like the boxer Mary in The King of Fighters Ninety-Seven.

"You are Wing Chun, right? Foshan from your hometown?" the girl said.

Zhao Yan frowned, and he patted the dust on his body: "It's you, the local one, who fights as soon as they meet, why?"

"Didn't you come to our martial arts school? So it's not too much for me to try your skills?"

Not too much?If I really had no ability, I must have broken a few bones just now.

But Zhao Yan still smiled: "It's not too much."

Right now on the second floor, a muscular middle-aged man with a square face was watching the battle below, when suddenly he turned his head.

Zhao Yan followed behind the girl: "You...what's your name?"

"My name is Song Shuangshuang."

"Zhao Yan." Zhao Yan said.

"Striking? Haha, it's really Zhao Yan, and it suits my taste." Song Shuangshuang said with winking eyes.

Zhao Yan only felt a cold shudder all over his body, but now it was time to get down to business, so he went upstairs.

At this time, the second floor is deserted, only a few half-grown children are practicing boxing around, it seems that the business of the martial arts hall is relatively average.

"Son-in-law, when will you get married?" The middle-aged man suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yan almost fell to the ground, son-in-law?who?Could it be that……

He turned his head slowly, and a middle-aged man with a golden belt was behind him: "That... you are the curator Song here, you... good!"

"Dad!" Song Shuangshuang said dissatisfiedly, "Finally, a blind date came, and you want to scare him away?"

"Blind date?" Zhao Yan was confused.

Lao Song coughed, and said seriously, "Well, you guys are chatting, I'll go back in for you."

The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he nodded.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan saw a mechanism box on top of a cupboard in the distance, and the box seemed to have not been opened yet. He widened his eyes and thought that this girl really stole it.

But now go get it yourself?
joke!

Although Song Shuangshuang can deal with it by herself, her father is the national champion, how can she deal with it?
Zhao Yan had no choice but to bite the bullet and came to the office, but the surrounding area was very messy. It was obvious that the office hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

The blackboard on the wall is already mottled, it seems that no newcomers have come to class for a long time.

Zhao Yan said: "Why is the martial arts business so deserted?"

Song Shuangshuang was taken aback, she smiled wryly and shook her head: "In this day and age, who still wants to learn martial arts? Even if they do, they can learn quickly, such as Sanda or Taekwondo."

Zhao Yan knew that Song Shuangshuang was talking about children's Sanda, after all, he was capable of real Sanda and Taekwondo.

Of course, in his heart, Chinese martial arts are the most powerful.

"It's the same as my museum at the beginning, there are not many guests, but you can try to work around it, maybe change your thinking, and there will be people." Zhao Yan said.

"Another way of thinking?" Song Shuangshuang was about to ask, but at this time his father had already arrived, and his father sat obediently beside Song Shuangshuang.

"Xiao Zhao, where do you work? How many people are there in the family? What does father do? What does mother do? Do you have a house? Do you have a car? You..."

Lao Song was about to ask more questions, but unexpectedly, his daughter interrupted him rudely: "Dad, we are talking about business!"

"Oh..." Lao Song walked away feeling aggrieved, "Sure enough, the water thrown by the married daughter was directed towards the person she loves before she is married."

"Dad, my fist is so hungry!" Song Shuangshuang clenched her fist tightly, with a black line on one end.

(End of this chapter)