Modern longevity: starting from Baduanjin

Huang Xuelin didn't wait for Yao Weijun to speak, and said with a smile: "I don't know if Master Zhou has time, let's go to the boxing gym next door?"

"sure!"

Zhou Shen has just had dinner and is about to go out for a walk.

Hearing Huang Xuelin's invitation, he readily agreed, followed them and walked about 200 meters on foot, and came to the entrance of a commercial building, where various LED light boxes were hung upstairs.

There are countless British oral cavity, royal foot path, finger bathing, leisure and entertainment, etc.

After taking the elevator upstairs, I went all the way to the 7th floor. When I got out of the elevator, there was a huge sign in front of me, which said-Guanyu MMA Mixed Martial Arts Gym!

Maybe now is the time for dinner, so the fighting hall looks deserted from a distance,

But when I walked into the lobby of the fighting gym, I realized that it wasn't that there was no one there, but that everyone was watching the game in the next room.

In the large lounge of forty to fifty square meters, there are many people, all of them are concentrating on watching the 80-inch super giant screen TV on the wall, which is playing the knockout match of Buddha Sanshou.

"anyone there?"

Hearing the commotion in the hall, someone looked at the lounge, and when they saw Huang Xuelin, a group of people rushed out of it.

One of them, a man in his thirties, covered in sinews, came up to him and said with a smile on his face, "Oh, President Huang, you are here. We heard that you are here, and we have been waiting for you!"

The man is obviously not good at socializing, and when he said this, he was obviously a little jerky.

But his attitude was very sincere, holding Huang Xuelin's hand and shaking it constantly.

Apart from this muscular man, seven or eight traditional martial artists surrounded him one after another.

"President Huang, long time no see..."

Feeling the importance of Huang Xuelin, he was very satisfied with this. While greeting everyone, he searched for Zhou Shen from the corner of the eye, wanting to tell him about his social status and influence as the head of the Guangdong Provincial Wushu Association.

But when he found Zhou Shen's back, a mouthful of blood almost spewed out again.

"You bastard, who told you to watch TV?"

It turned out that Zhou Shen ignored the crowd and ran to the lounge to watch a Sanda match with dozens of students in Guanyu Fighting Gym.

Huang Xuelin gritted his teeth angrily, but it was inconvenient to attack, "What's in it?"

"Oh, the knockout round of the Sanda Kingdom is coming up to Yang Xingyu of Zhenhua Martial Arts Hall soon."

"Oh, really?" Huang Xuelin was taken aback and asked, "Who is the opponent?"

"Shi Xinghe, a teenager from Dongjiang Province, was the runner-up in the 80kg class of the last National Sanda Competition. He is very strong and has a very comprehensive style of play!"

"Go, go and have a look!" Huang Xuelin also became interested when he heard this, "Let me see that son of Yang Zhongwei, how is his strength now?"

When everyone came to the lounge, the game had just started.

After the referee called to start, Shi Xinghe and Yang Xingyu touched each other's gloves, followed by Shi Xinghe and started punching.

"Okay! Shi Xinghe took the lead in probing with a fist. He was circling Yang Xingyu, looking for an opportunity to attack."

"Yang Xingyu is also very cautious..."

Following the commentator's explanation, the two people on the ring were constantly testing each other.

At this moment, Yang Xingyu was protecting his head with both hands, but suddenly "missed" his right hand.

"A master like Yang Xingyu would never make such a low-level mistake. He must have deliberately exposed his flaws to lure the enemy in."

"Yes, I think so too..."

The students and coaches in Guanyu Fighting Gym were talking about it.

Even Shi Xinghe, a professional expert who had watched many videos of Yang Xingyu's matches in the ring, was even more aware of what they could analyze.

However, not only did he not back down, but he used his tricks. While he punched Yang Xingyu's face with a heavy jab, he sent a low kick from below, and fiercely swept towards Yang Xingyu's calf.

"Yang Xingyu retreated for a while, and Shi Xinghe followed with a kick from a low position to a high position. Yang Xingyu...Yang Xingyu didn't dodge, but chose to carry it hard!"

As the commentary sounded, it was too late and then too fast.

Shi Xinghe's speed was very fast, and Yang Xingyu's reflexes were naturally stronger. You could tell from his appearance that he could easily dodge high kicks.

But unexpectedly, Yang Xingyu didn't hide, but raised his hands to protect his head, resisting the kick.

"Snapped!"

A clear beating sound came out through the loudspeaker on site, making all the spectators shudder to hear it.

This kind of heavyweight player has very heavy fists and feet. Ordinary people seem to be nothing on TV. In fact, ordinary people who have not undergone professional fighting training go up. When Shi Xinghe kicked him, his arm was very Can't be swept away!

Before everyone could react, Yang Xingyu flickered, and came to Shi Xinghe's side who had not had time to retreat, put his hands on his waist, and threw him out directly by relying on tyrannical strength.

There was a muffled sound of "bang" from the TV, Shi Xinghe fell heavily on the ring, was thrown into a coma, and couldn't get up for a long time.

This is a very classic and fierce move in Sanda, called "dodge shoulder throw"!

And Yang Xingyu obviously predicted Shi Xinghe's prediction!

Chapter 157 The gap is too big, there is no need for a competition!

Originally, many people thought that Yang Xingyu and Shi Xinghe would be in a close battle.

At the very least, Yang Xingyu won't win so easily, it will take at least three or five rounds to decide the winner.

But no one expected that Yang Xingyu could solve Shi Xinghe with such a swift speed.

After Shi Xinghe fell down, he quickly got up and the game continued.

However, Yang Xingyu didn't give him any chance to show off at all. A combination of heavy punches combined with elegant body skills ended the match directly.

The audience who were still waiting for Shi Xinghe's counterattack and the audience in front of the TV were shocked.

The people watching the match in the Guanyu Fighting Stadium were astonished as well as excited.

"Damn it! Yang Xingyu is so powerful now."

"Did you see, his speed was so fast just now, that Shi Xinghe didn't even have a chance to react."

"Looking at the replay on the phone, his body is stretched out. How did he do it?"

"I heard that Yang Xingyu has mastered the family-passed dragon swimming technique..."

Everyone was chattering and talking, discussing Yang Xingyu's technique and movement while being excited.

And Zhou Shen in the crowd withdrew with a smile on his face.

He secretly thought to himself: "Yang Xingyu is indeed a martial arts genius. He perfectly combined Youlong's movement into modern fighting techniques. At the same time, his strength is still very strong. Facing this kind of Sanda master, there is basically no way to solve it!"

A heavyweight Sanda master with full skills, agility and strength, just ask if you are afraid?

That is Shi Xinghe, who is also very strong against blows. He took seven or eight punches before falling down. If he was an ordinary person, Yang Xingyu would probably kneel down with one punch, begging him not to die!

"No, it's impossible for ordinary people to dodge the over-the-shoulder fall for the first time, and it's almost impossible for an ordinary person to survive the fall on the spot."

While Zhou Shen was thinking in his heart, he slowly walked towards the hall of the fighting gym.

The training equipment in the fighting gym is similar to Sanda boxing, sandbags, speed balls, foot targets, boxing targets and the like.

Huang Xuelin, Yao Weijun and some other martial artists who were discussing Yang Xingyu's skills here immediately noticed his figure.

Everyone followed.

"Master Zhou..."

Zhou Shen stopped in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and after everyone came over, he asked the person in charge of Guanyu Fighting Gym: "What is this big mirror for?"

The person in charge who was full of muscles explained with a smile: "It's for air strikes! Practice in front of a big mirror, and you can self-adjust your punching posture. The most important thing is to cultivate self-confidence. He looks so handsome!"

"Oh! So that's how it is..."

Zhou Shen nodded with a smile, understanding what the boss meant.

In modern society, people who practice boxing, Sanda and fighting are not aimed at self-defense at all. Most people still think that practicing fighting is very handsome, just like fitness.

A large mirror can undoubtedly increase the enthusiasm of students to practice.

Economical and affordable.

Just after the two of them finished speaking, a tall and burly man like Yao Weijun stood next to Huang Xuelin, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, I heard that you are very good at martial arts. It's true, can you let us see it?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Yao Weijun couldn't help but froze for a moment, then frowned.

The reason why he agreed to Huang Xuelin to help introduce Zhou Shen was that he just wanted to "help" with Zhou Shen, but now the people around him obviously didn't mean that when they opened their mouths, they were obviously trying to make trouble.

This is very troublesome, no matter whether he is speaking for Zhou Shen or Huang Xuelin, he is not human inside and out.

After Yao Weijun figured out the joints, he was very annoyed.

"Hey, I made you want to curry favor with Huang Xuelin, are you okay now?"

At the same time, Zhou Shen said with a smile: "Then it's not necessary. I'm not a performing martial artist. Everyone asks me to perform. I don't have enough 24 hours a day."

Jiang Wenguang, that is, the burly man reacted quickly, and said with a smile: "Oh, Master Zhou said that he is not a performing martial artist, so it seems that you are a real martial artist? If this is the case, how about this, I will play with Master Zhou ?”

Zhou Shen looked him up and down, still shook his head and smiled, "No."

Jiang Wenguang subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Zhou Shen said solemnly: "You are not my opponent."

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More than a dozen people at the scene, including Cao Tianyu, the owner of Guanyu MMA mixed martial arts gym, and the staff of the fighting gym, all had speechless expressions on their faces.

Especially Cao Tianyu, who held back so tightly that he didn't laugh out loud.

"What is this, Master Zhou? I'm afraid he's going to be stupid after practicing martial arts, right? How can he say something like this when he's struck by lightning?"

"Don't you look at your own weight and what your opponent's weight is? With your small physique, if Jiang Wenguang doesn't wear gloves, he can kill you with one punch!"

"However, these martial arts practitioners seem to have the same virtue, and they will always look like they are going to blow up the sky. They are not good in actual combat, and they are No. 1 in pretending. Including this Huang Xuelin, they are all pretending to be a criminal."

Cao Tianyu, as a professional fighter with a background in MMA mixed martial arts, looks down on traditional martial artists from the bottom of his heart.

Fosan's side, those who practice Wing Chun, Cai Lifo, Hong Quan, and Wuxing Quan, count as one, they are all rubbish.

This master, that master, bragging over there every day, if he didn't make a living here, he would have kicked them out a long time ago.

Jiang Wenguang has seen someone pretending to be aggressive, but Zhou Shen has never seen such an aggressive one.

But surprisingly, he didn't get angry at all, and he almost didn't even laugh out loud.

This feeling is like a child waving his fist and threatening a big man: I am Ultraman Tiga, believe it or not, I will punch you to death?

Jiang Wenguang turned his head and looked into the fighting gym, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Jiang Wenguang coughed a few times, turned his head and imitated Zhou Shen's seriousness, and said, "In this case, Master Zhou, you can show mercy!"

Zhou Shen still shook his head and said with a smile: "At most, you can join hands, but you still can't do it in actual combat!"

Joining hands is the same as practicing, which can increase skill proficiency, unlike actual combat, it is meaningless to him.

When Yao Weijun heard this, he immediately said: "Yes, yes, no actual combat, just joining hands."

"no!"

Huang Xuelin denied it outright.

He came here on a special trip just to expose Yang Zhongwei's lies. If he helped him, wouldn't he be fooled?

The so-called "hands-on" means that when martial arts practitioners compete with each other, according to the usual practice, they will use their forearms to touch each other, compete with each other, and compare the depth of skill. This is called "hands-on".

In ancient times, when martial artists competed with all their strength, they were very vulnerable to serious injuries or even life-threatening. Before entering the arena, they had to sign a "life and death certificate".

Like the fist bumping in Sanda competitions, it evolved from joining hands.

But now the hand-holding of traditional martial artists has completely become a kind of etiquette, and the real connotation of "hand-holding" has been lost.

Huang Xuelin, as a master of Hongquan, always joins hands with others for performances outside, and he is too aware of how watery it is now.

"Well... Now in the entire Guangdong Province, who doesn't know the name of Master Zhou? You are said to be a master of martial arts, and your kung fu has reached the point of proficiency! And I think the best way to test kung fu is actual combat."

"Master Zhou, don't shirk."

Huang Xuelin was dying of anxiety, Zhou Shen didn't want to fight in the ring, how could he expose his lies?

After he finished speaking, he winked at several other traditional martial artists.