"Chinese Kung Fu, Chinese Kung Fu as powerful as Bruce Lee!"

When the word "Chinese Kung Fu" was heard, the crowd became turbulent again. Many people thought of the Kung Fu movie star Bruce Lee who was popular all over the United States in the last century, and mentioned Xu Yan and Bruce Lee first.

"What Chinese Kung Fu, you clearly used magic just now." Targe said angrily, very dissatisfied with this.

"That's right, what about Chinese Kung Fu? Chinese Kung Fu is just a fancy move. You were clearly attacking just now, it's too despicable!" John rolled his eyes and shouted.

"Why isn't it considered a fancy fist?" Xu Yan said coldly. He was far less tolerant of people like John Talger than Joanna, the great beauty.

"Unless you don't use magic, fight Targe fairly." John said, preparing to bind Xu Yan.

When everyone's eyes flashed and doubted when they heard John say this, they also became suspicious. After all, although Chinese Kung Fu is circulating a lot abroad, most of them are fancy moves.

"I said that this is Chinese Kung Fu, not magic." Xu Yan paused and said, "However, in order to convince you, I don't mind fighting another fight, as you ask!"

"Okay, but you are not allowed to take action first, let alone use magic. Suddenly, Targe appeared and attacked him." John said.

"This is to restrict my speed, right? OK, promise you!" Xu Yan sneered, and understood John's purpose at a glance, but agreed without hesitation.

Tarta was carried off the stage, Targe went to the boxing ring and stood opposite Xu Yan.

Under the arena, everyone opened their eyes wide and subconsciously lowered their breathing, and the entire gym was silent.

"Let's start!" Xu Yan stood casually on the ring and waved to Targe.

Targe stared at Xu Yan with alert and said, "Okay, you are not allowed to use magic, you suddenly appear in front of me."

"Don't worry, I will never appear in front of you suddenly, otherwise I will lose." Xu Yan said.

This time Targe felt relieved and shouted and punched Xu Yan.

The punch was extremely powerful, and with a whistling strong wind, he hit Xu Yan sideways.

Xu Yan did not move his feet, but just turned his head, and let the attack pass. Targe's strength was quite strong, but the speed was really unsatisfactory. If he wanted to take action, Targe had already hit the punch and fell to the ground.

Swish swish swish swish!

Targe punched and greeted Xu Yan, but he didn't even touch the corner of Xu Yan's clothes. He gradually got angry and forgot about Xu Yan's "knowing magic" and shouted: "Don't hide if you have the ability!

"As you wish!" Xu Yan smiled playfully.

roar!

Targe roared and rushed towards Xu Yan again, attacking Xu Yan with a right hook.

Xu Yan's eyes flashed, and his left hand stretched forward, put it on Targe's right fist, and led it to the left. While dissolving his punch, he also moved his center of gravity to the left. At the same time, Xu Yan's right fist clenched tightly and suddenly blasted towards Targe's abdomen.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Xu Yan's punch passed through the blockade of the space and landed fiercely on Targe's abdomen. A violent force burst out. Targe's strong body as strong as a black bear was directly knocked out and hit the elastic rope in the boxing ring. Then he knelt on the ring with a thud, foaming in his chest with both hands and foaming at the ground.

ah!

Everyone's mouths were wide open and they could stuff an egg into an o-shaped shape.

"What a lot of strength. Targe weighs 110 kilograms, but he actually punches him more than three meters away. If it weren't for the elastic rope, I'm afraid I could fly one or two meters away."

"And, have you seen it? The speed of his punch just now looked very slow, just like a slow motion, deliberately lowering the speed and still exerting such powerful force. This is simply contrary to the principles of physics."

"Awesome, it's so awesome!"

Everyone was talking about it, and suddenly someone shouted: Chinese Kung Fu!

Immediately, the shouts soared into the sky, and everyone clapped their hands hard, shouting Chinese Kung Fu, applause and shouting rushed out of the gym, rushing towards the sky and the sea.

He held his right hand tightly, Xu Yan looked up at the sky with his head raised, and his heart surged with a sense of pride: This is just the beginning, and he believed that in the near future, such applause and shouting would also rush to the whole world...

Xu Yan stood proudly. His height was not outstanding among the crowd, but his image became extremely tall. At this moment, his light seemed to be able to pierce the sky and no one could block it.

Joanna stared at Xu Yan in a daze, feeling the aura on his body, and then looked at the people around her who were cheering hard. A very strange feeling flashed through her heart: the person in front of her must not be the thing in the pool, and in the near future he will definitely become a big man who can influence the whole world, a big man who far exceeds her, or even Bruce Lee.

His palms were slightly raised, and everyone gradually calmed down. As everyone looked at him, Xu Yan came to John step by step and said word by word: "Let me listen to it. Chinese Kung Fu is not magic, nor is it a fancy fist, but a superb fighting technique that can be used in actual combat!"

John's face was red and changed, and he felt embarrassed and crazy, but under the pressure of Xu Yan's aura, he could not even say a word of rebuttal, but he just buried his head deeply.

The applause rang again, and the waves were higher than the waves.

Everyone surrounded Xu Yan, some people asked him about Chinese Kung Fu, and some people shouted that he would perform Kung Fu, and he conquered the audience with Chinese Kung Fu!

"I'm sorry, my kung fu only has martial arts, not performances!" Xu Yan said coolly.

"But some Chinese Kung Fu are very good. Could it be that those are not real Chinese Kung Fu, but are cheating?" Someone doubted.

"There are many types of Chinese Kung Fu, one is health-preserving to strengthen the body; the other is performance-based, focusing on routines; the other is martial arts, focusing on actual combat..." Xu Yan explained.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was the same Chinese Kung Fu, and there were these differences.

"Doesn't that make you very few martial arts skills?" someone asked.

"There are relatively few of this type, but there are still many people who know it. For example, many martial arts schools in the United States have real skills." Xu Yan said.

"They can't do it in the martial arts hall. They are all lie. They only teach some tricks and cannot be used in actual combat at all." Someone sneered.

"If you think so, you're wrong. Anyone who opens a martial arts school has some skill." Xu Yan shook his head and said.

"Are they lied to us and refused to teach us real kung fu?"

"That's not true. Real kung fu needs to lay the foundation, and laying the foundation is the most difficult and boring, which takes three to five years, and there is no effect in the early stage. If the martial arts school is really taught like this, I'm afraid that few people can bear it, so I might as well close the door. The martial arts school teaches some simple routines to cater to the market. It is precisely because of this that many people think that Chinese Kung fu is a fancy move because they cannot learn real kung fu. Over time, it has formed the misunderstanding of Chinese Kung fu now."

Xu Yan talked freely, attracting many people's admiration, among which some of the most outstanding girls with good figures and appearances made his adrenaline soar.

Luo Yifei was also soaring in adrenaline, but unlike Xu Yan's star-studded spirit, Luo Yifei was curling alone in the cold storage, with his upper and lower teeth trembling, and his body was covered with a layer of white frost, which was almost frozen!
Chapter completed!