"It looks like this woman isn't Mr. Fang's mother …" Tangcheng finally realized something was wrong and said. "We were deceived by Mr. Fang."
"…" Qin Yitian was speechless. "It's not us who were deceived by Mr. Fang, it's you idiots who were deceived by Mr. Fang, okay? I didn't believe it from the very beginning.
Chiba Kaori turned to look at Qin Yitian and asked in English, "What happened? This woman … Why did she come and beat up Mr. Fang Yan? In front of so many students … Isn't that a very rude thing to do? "
Chiba Kaori didn't understand Hua Xia's language and couldn't hear the conversation between Fang Yan and Ye Rou on the stage, so she didn't know that this matter was closely related to her father, Chiba Kaori.
"This is a free sparring session between martial artists of Hua Xia," Qin Yitian said. "Killing a person every ten steps, unstoppable for a thousand miles … Fencing, chivalrous, fearless, this is the demeanor of a true martial artist."
Tang Cheng didn't think so. It was obvious that Teacher Fang had done something shameful, and the girl came to his door to retaliate by beating him up. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This saying was true. Mr. Fang was beaten up like this, but in Qin Yitian's eyes, it was still a sparring session … Was there such a hero?
Of course, Tangcheng wasn't stupid. He wouldn't expose Qin Yitian's disguise in front of his international friends.
He leaned back and spoke to Chiba Kaori with Qin Yitian between them. "Martial artists value freedom the most. Freedom of thought, spirit, and behavior is the only way to become a true martial arts master. It was normal for martial arts practitioners to draw their swords to lend a helping hand when they saw injustice. Fighting over a disagreement was a common occurrence. It doesn't matter to them where they fight or who the spectators are. "
Seeing Qin Yitian glance at him, Tangcheng's heart beat faster. He said, "Teacher Fang Yan is an extremely rare Tai Chi master. After his deeds spread, it's natural that some people came to challenge him. Because … Hua Xia is a country where everyone loves martial arts. "
"Thank you, Tangcheng -san," Chiba Kaori said gratefully. "I understand. Because of Teacher Fang Yan's reputation, there will always be people coming to challenge him, right? "
She thought of her father. When her father had just started his career, he had often encountered such challenges. However, ever since her father became the number one swordsman in Japan, there were fewer and fewer challenges like this. In the end, there were no more.
When the distance between you and your opponent is very close, they will be jealous of you and do everything possible to surpass you.
When you leave your opponents far behind, they will only envy you and worship you.
This is human nature!
Does this mean that … Teacher Fang Yan is not strong enough? Chiba Kaori thought to herself. Then, the match between father and Teacher Fang Yan … Father will not lose, right?
"What a powerful woman," Chiba Kaori said as she looked at Ye Rou on the stage.
"Is that so?" Qin Yitian had a bright smile on his face.
…
Fang Yan's expression turned extremely solemn.
He looked at Ye Rou, who was waving at him, and asked in a deep voice, "How strong is she?"
"Very, very strong."
"You know?"
"The Old Drunkard knows."
"Has the Chiba Army come to Hua Xia before?"
"Ten years ago, the Old Drunkard traveled to Japan to challenge the 13 sword sects on the island. He fought with the Chiba Army," Ye Rou said.
"He lost?"
"The Old Drunkard said … the Chiba Army's swordplay back then wasn't mature enough," Ye Rou said.
"I understand," Fang Yan said with a nod. "This time, I'll do my best."
He crossed his legs slightly and drew a circle with the tips of his toes. He stretched out his arms and moved up and down like a bird flapping its wings.
While defending, he returned to the true state of meditation.
Fang Yan's mind was calm, and his seven senses were one.
He forgot about everything around him. This wasn't a student's classroom, and he wasn't standing in an auditorium with hundreds of people. He was on a flat grassland. He was on a dangerous mountain peak where he could reach out and pick up the sun and the moon. He was on the bank of the Yangtze River, and he was on a vast beach …
He forgot himself. He forgot who he was, what he came for, and why he left. He didn't know how to scheme or plot. He didn't ask for the cause or effect. He and Tai Chi became one.
I am Tai Chi. I mean Tai Chi.
This time, Fang Yan chose to take the initiative to attack.
He used the Fang Plum Blossom Steps and circled around Ye Rou.
He walked faster and faster, and his body gradually became illusory like a phantom.
The arc of his arms also moved faster and faster, like a fan with the highest horsepower.
If one paid close attention, they would find that the track of Fang Yan's running was a circle, and the angle of his arms was a circle. There was no circle, no Tai Chi, and Fang Yan and Ye Rou formed the Yin and Yang of Tai Chi.
Their feet landed silently, and the white smoke rolled.
The light above their heads was still so bright. However, in front of everyone, under the eyes of countless people, Fang Yan and Ye Rou's bodies disappeared just like that.
They formed a circle and were enveloped by a substance that was unknown whether it was dust or white gas. It was airtight.
The audience didn't understand what had happened at all, and they also felt that the plot was getting worse and worse.
Because they couldn't understand it or see it clearly.
It was still as wonderful as the punches they had seen before. It was even worse than the scene where Ye Rou hit Fang Yan's head with a textbook …
"What on earth are they doing?"
Just as everyone was looking on in bewilderment, the sound of a huge explosion suddenly and violently rushed into their ears.
Boom …
The white smoke dispersed!
Everyone felt their eardrums hurt. Fang Yan and Ye Rou finally appeared in front of everyone again.
What was different was that Ye Rou stood still, while Fang Yan was pushed to the corner of the wall several meters away by the curtain.
Fang Yan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he seemed to be seriously injured.
"That's it?"
"This stunt is too fake, isn't it?"
"Is this the legendary Big Gas Explosion?"
…
If it weren't for the weird and depressing atmosphere, some people would have jumped up and said that they should change the channel. "What the hell is this?"
"Is that all?" Ye Rou looked at Fang Yan in the distance, and said, "The Law of Integration of Yin and Yang in the Tai Chi State?"
"Is that all?"
Fang Yan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his heart was bleeding.
He did use the Law of Integration of Yin and Yang in the Tai Chi State. "I am Tai Chi, I mean Tai Chi." "Everything in the world is Tai Chi."
His steps were circular, and so were his palm techniques. He rotated along Ye Rou, trying to use his Yang Pole to "integrate" Ye Rou's Yin Pole.
The Law of Integration of Yin and Yang. As long as Ye Rou was "integrated" with him, she would be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. It was up to Fang Yan to fight, kill, kiss, or touch her breasts.
It was easy to get out of the circle, but difficult to get into the circle. It was easy to get out of the circle, but difficult to get into the circle. It was not standing still, but moving forward and retreating shoulder to shoulder. It could be as fast as a water mill, and the clouds were like dragons, wind, tigers, and elephants.
It sounded profound, but in simple words, Fang Yan wanted to encircle Ye Rou with the Tai Chi Circle, so that the two of them could be integrated into a circle, and then he could control and molest her … Oh, he didn't molest her. As a result, Ye Rou refused Fang Yan's integration and slapped him in the face …
The Yin Pole was too strong, and the Yang Pole was too weak. Facing a tough woman like Ye Rou, Fang Yan was in so much pain that he wanted to hit his head against the wall.
"Only aliens can deal with her, right?" Fang Yan thought.
Ye Rou raised a finger to Fang Yan and said, "Congratulations, you have a chance to win …"
"Again," Fang Yan said fiercely, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
This time, he still took the initiative to rush toward Ye Rou, who was standing still in the center of the circle.
Boom …
Fang Yan flew out again.
His back hit the desk on the stage that was used to hold the textbooks. Before the desk could fall, it was already broken into pieces, wooden pieces flying everywhere.
"Two chances." Ye Rou stood still and raised two fingers to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan jumped up from the ground like a carp and pounced on Ye Rou again.
Boom …
Fang Yan flew out again.
Clang …
His body slammed into the wall of the auditorium, creating a hole in the thick wall. Sand and dirt fell as if it had just experienced a slight earthquake.
Fang Yan's hair was messy, and his clothes were ragged. There were numerous cuts on his face and body, which made him look miserable.
He leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. The corner of his mouth was still bleeding. His nose seemed to be cut open, and the blood flowed out more rapidly.
He couldn't move, and he didn't want to move.
Ye Rou finally left her original position. She took a few steps back and retreated to the edge of the stage.
She looked at Fang Yan and stretched out three fingers. Her voice sounded cold and inhuman. She said, "Three chances. But only three chances. Fang Yan, you are too weak. "
She picked up the language textbook from the ground. It was taken from a student's desk when she wanted to knock Fang Yan's head.
With a light tap of her toes, she leaped off the stage. She looked like a beautiful black butterfly.
She put the textbook on the boy's desk and said, "Thank you."
Then, under the gaze of countless people, she held her head high and walked toward the entrance of the auditorium in her high-heeled shoes with slender and sharp heels.
Cluck!
Cluck!
Cluck …
The sound was crisp and sweet. Every sound seemed to knock on the hearts of all the people present.
Hua …
The door of the auditorium was opened.
Bang …
The door of the auditorium was closed again.
Vomit …
Ye Rou couldn't bear it anymore. She spat out a mouthful of blood.
In the school field, in a place where no one could see!
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