Warriors

"Mr. Zhao, please!" The student leading the way raised his hand to make a false call, and the etiquette was in place.

"Thank you."

Zhao Zhou returned the gift, and followed him to the second floor of the martial arts hall after passing a hundred new students practicing basic skills.

"Wait a moment." When he came here, the student leading the way poured a cup of tea for Zhao Zhou, and then ran towards the third floor.

As for the reception room on the second floor, there are actually three sofas placed near the stairs in the martial arts training ground on the second floor, and there are various fitness equipment five meters away.

However, the second floor may be the disciples who are good at kung fu or have been apprenticed to the master for a long time. They pay more attention to actual combat. There is also a competition field similar to a ring in the middle of the hall.

At this time, two students were practicing in pairs, and the students who were using various fitness equipment beside them were also cheering for them.

"Hit him! Hurry up!"

"Attack his lower body, his leg skills are not good enough!"

All the students yelled, Zhao Zhou's arrival only made them take a few more glances, thinking that another apprentice had come, so they didn't care too much, what should be exercised, what should be practiced, and what should be cheered up.

Seeing that no one was bothering Zhao Zhou, he also drank tea and looked around to see these high-end fitness equipment.

"This martial arts gym is really rich. These fitness equipments are quite complete, and the arms, legs, and waist can be trained." He observed for a while, and found that with the aid of fitness equipment, many places that cannot be practiced or unevenly practiced in martial arts can be passed. All kinds of fitness equipment make up for it, which is much stronger than the ordinary methods of strength training such as passing ordinary stones in the Qing Dynasty.

"Sure enough, the scientific fitness method is better. I didn't practice martial arts before, so I didn't pay so much attention to it. Now that I practice martial arts, and with Senior Yang's guidance, I know that my strength is uneven and my muscles and bones are not coordinated. It is difficult to make any achievements in martial arts."

Zhao Zhou thought a lot, and remembered that he could push out Ming Jin by grinding the mill. Apart from his own hard work, without the guidance of Senior Yang, he would have only cultivated all his strength in vain, and could not twist it into a single force.

"Hey! Dude!"

However, a burly man on the treadmill, having nothing to do, saw Zhao Zhou looking east and west, thinking for a while, thinking that Zhao Zhou also had itchy hands, and wanted to play with these fitness equipment. He also greeted and invited familiarly: "Come and try? You're welcome, this thing doesn't cost money."

"Haha, yes, this thing doesn't cost money. You can choose whatever you want to exercise." The student who noticed Zhao Zhou heard the man's shout and smiled kindly, signaling Zhao Zhou to do whatever he wanted.

"Okay." Zhao Zhou was also blunt, thinking that he hadn't practiced yet, so he put away his teacup and came to the nearest sandbag.

"Turning the grinder every day, I have never hit a sandbag. Especially after traveling to this world, I haven't exercised today. As the saying goes, if you don't practice your hands and feet in one day, you will lose half of it in two days, and you will lose half of your body if you don't practice it in three days. I don’t practice staring for four days. This martial arts needs to be practiced frequently, and laziness will become a habit.”

Zhao Zhou patted the sandbag. Hearing the dull sound, his hands and feet were itchy again, and he wanted to "practice strength".

"This sandbag is made of cowhide and filled with sand. It's very heavy. Don't sprain your hands." The nearby practitioners saw Zhao Zhou's clean appearance in the grinding room for two months and thought he was He has never practiced martial arts, so he was afraid that his knuckles would be injured, so he specially threw him a pair of boxing gloves.

"Thank you. That's not necessary." Zhao Zhou thanked him back, calmed down, and drew a circle with one hand, slowly as usual.

"Tai Chi?" Perhaps it felt that a newcomer had arrived, especially Zhao Zhou's strange movements, which didn't look like he was punching a sandbag, which caused many students in the martial arts training ground to look at Zhao Zhou curiously.

In particular, Zhao Zhou was wearing exercise clothes with spacious sleeves, and he didn't appear to be a strong figure, nor did he look like he often played with fitness equipment.

"Is he going to turn the sandbag? Didn't he hit it with his fist?" The person who threw the glove also suddenly realized why Zhao Zhou didn't wear the glove.

Just in the next moment.

When some students are still watching Zhao Zhou's Tai Chi Kung Fu, or some students have already continued to do their own things.

slap-

Zhao Zhou's bones and muscles suddenly tensed up. With a circled right hand, he clenched his fist suddenly, and with a crisp sound, he hit the sandbag like a crossbow.

Boom——

A muffled sound reverberated in the martial arts hall, producing bursts of echoes. The sandbag weighing more than 50 kilograms was hit by a force of more than [-], and it suddenly rose to a height of more than two meters. There was a creaking sound, as if breaking at the interface at any time.

If it weren't for the inertia of the sandbag interface when it was in mid-air, it exploded with a 'bang', and the fine sand filled inside splashed out in mid-air and spilled all over the ground, reducing the impact weight. It really broke free from the chain and "flyed" out with a bang.

"what sound?"

When the students in the martial arts training ground heard the muffled sound, the rattling sound of iron chains, or felt the sand scattered on their heads and necks, no matter what they were doing, they suddenly looked back and saw the sand flying in mid-air. Swing away, like a sandbag on a swing.

'Crack' The sandbag with half a bag of sand left turned around twice, and came to Zhao Zhou, and he took it with one hand, not letting it sway left and right.

"I'm going! How is this done?"

"This man has great strength!"

"What happened to the crisp sound just now?! It seems to come from within the body?"

"Nonsense, the sandbag was blown out by that student!"

Seeing all the students who passed by, a mess of questions appeared on their shocked expressions. They did not expect that this "newcomer" was so powerful that he "hammered" the cowhide sandbag with one punch.

The students who didn't see what happened, understood what happened under the bluff of the crowd, and sighed and shocked along with them.

It's just that there are no masters of bright strength in this world at all, let alone such a division of realms. Even Feng Yuxiu and other boxing masters only have deep training in boxing and relatively high strength.

That's not to say they don't have Ming Jin and are weak.

Many Ming Jin masters in the Qing Dynasty were obviously proficient in exerting force, but they often lacked their own strength, and were beaten to death by many warriors who did not have Ming Jin.

But Zhao Zhou was strong enough, and he had practiced Ming Jin, so this attack was very heavy.

And these students don't know the crisp sound, but it is more difficult to practice than the strength to explode the sandbags here, ten times, a hundred times more difficult!Otherwise, there will be no boxing language that "a thousand dollars can't buy a sound".

"This is a master! It seems to be stronger than the owner of the pavilion!" But although they didn't know these things, they couldn't affect their surprise.

"If the sandbag hadn't split open, the sand would flow out, the weight would decrease, and the iron chain would really be broken, and the sandbag would fly out and kill people..." Some students were afraid for a while, but when they saw the sandbag There were no students in the direction of "flying", knowing that this master was paying attention, he also let out a deep breath.

"how much is this."

Zhao Zhou saw the shock and admiration on the faces of these students, and then glanced at the half bag of sandbags hanging in front of him, but felt a little embarrassed, and accidentally broke the sandbags.

"this...."

At this time, when Zhao Zhou was thinking about how much money he would spend with him, a middle-aged man who was a bit fat came from the stairs on the second floor with a laughing voice.

"This...Master Zhao! Good skills! Good skills! I am the owner of this martial arts gym, Li Tian."

He seemed to have seen the scene just now, and when he heard Zhao Zhou's name from the student who had guided Zhao Zhou, he smiled and did not talk about the sandbag compensation, but instead invited Zhao Zhou to sit upstairs.

But he has already had a heart to recruit, and wants to hire Zhao Zhou as the coach of the martial arts gym, and he is also the head coach!

"I'm a good boy, smashing the sandbags with one punch, how powerful it is! Especially this master Zhao is so young, if you give me more money, he really agrees. Maybe our martial arts gym has many gold-lettered signs... ..." The owner of the hall was shocked by Zhao Zhou's strength again, and he was making calculations again, but his face was full of smiles, his eyes were shining brightly, and his momentum was overwhelming.

However, this is not the embodiment of the spirit and spirit of a warrior, but a business savvy who has been working hard for many years.

This led to Zhao Zhou not wanting to waste any more time when he saw the boss coming, and seeing the "master of the chaos" in the driver's mouth. Lord, do you know Nan Boxing King?"

Zhao Zhou was still looking forward to it, and wanted to have a discussion with the owner of the museum, or discuss it.

It's a pity to see him like this, but I don't want to say so much.