Global martial arts masters: an ordinary duo

Chapter 66 Plastic Brotherhood

In the next few days of classes, Tang Feng and several sixth-grade tutors were still missing. Bai Ruoxi continued to teach everyone professional knowledge.

Time soon came to Saturday. Special training classes usually started in the evening, but this time it was changed to daytime, and it was not in the classroom where the professional classes were held before, but in a martial arts training room in Building 6.

The instructor in the class is no longer Bai Ruoxi or Tang Feng, but the marksman master Luo Yichuan.

When all the students in class arrived, Luo Yichuan asked directly: "Do you all know about the cave?"

The students in the special training class nodded.

"The situation in the cave has deteriorated seriously now. The school has sent more than 50 tutors one after another. The principal and dean now have no time to manage the special training class.

However, this does not mean that the school does not pay attention to the special training class. In this year's national exchange competition, Mowu cannot lose, and it cannot afford to lose!
Please pay attention to the upcoming martial arts training and do not slack off. "

Luo Yichuan took down long sticks from the weapon rack next to him and said as he walked: "Today's first martial arts lesson, I will teach you how to use weapons.

In the lower-level battles, the advantages of weapons cannot be ignored. No matter whether you major in weapons or not, it is still necessary to know a little bit.

At least in some specific situations, after getting the weapon, you will not be unable to use it at all and will only chop randomly.

Martial Arts students use knives most often, but the most common weapon in life is a stick. Even if you lose your weapon in a cave, you can still find a long stick in the woods and use it as a temporary weapon.

Today, the first weapons course I will teach you is the basic use of stick techniques. "

Under Luo Yichuan's guidance, everyone selected a stick that suited them best on the weapon rack.

This scene is quite joyful. If everyone has an extra bowl in their hands, it will be no different from the Beggar Clan disciples gathering together for a conference. Luo Yichuan is the well-deserved leader of the Beggar Clan.

Fang Ping imagined this scene and suppressed the twitching of the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

Unfortunately, Luo Yichuan still noticed the change in his expression. Luo Yichuan frowned and said: "Fang Ping, get out of the queue!"

"You come and cooperate with me to demonstrate the stick technique and let everyone know the essentials of the basic stick technique."

After Fang Ping stood up from the team, he quickly said: "Teacher Luo, my strength is limited, why not let Chen Fan cooperate with you in the demonstration. He is a second-grade warrior, so the demonstration effect will definitely be better."

This wave of selling teammates perfectly illustrates what it means to be a poor Taoist but not a Taoist friend.

When Chen Fan heard this, he stared at Fang Ping fiercely. This plastic brotherhood was so touching.

After thinking for a moment, Luo Yichuan did not reject Fang Ping's proposal, "Chen Fan, you also come out!"

Chen Fan walked out with a grimace. Although he was belligerent, it did not mean that he liked to be beaten. Facing a sixth-grade strongman like Luo Yichuan, he could only be beaten.

"Next, let students Chen Fan and Fang Ping join me to show you the practical effect of the stick method."

Hearing Luo Yichuan's words, Chen Fan and Fang Ping both felt a bad feeling in their hearts, but they could only nod helplessly and said, "Okay!"

"Alright!"

Luo Yichuan shouted low, and the long stick in his hand instantly pierced Fang Ping. Fang Ping looked at the speed of the long stick and felt that it was not very fast, but he couldn't avoid it.

Before he could block, Luo Yichuan's long stick hit him in the chest. Fang Ping's face immediately turned pale and he took several steps back.

After hitting Fang Ping, Luo Yichuan swept directly in the direction of Chen Fan with his long stick.

Chen Fan barely managed to block Luo Yichuan's long stick that was sweeping towards him.

But Luo Yichuan had profound knowledge in marksmanship, and his stick skills were naturally not weak. He shook his right hand, and the long stick hit Chen Fan's right hand that was holding the long stick tightly in an extremely strange way.

Although Luo Yichuan did not use all his strength, Chen Fan was still so painful that he almost threw the long stick away.

Even though he had tempered the bones three times and had tempered the bones of his hand three times, the pain was still excruciating.

"Go together!"

Chen Fan shouted low, and the two of them went alone. Even if Luo Yichuan suppressed his own strength, he was still only serving food.

Working together would at least allow Luo Yichuan to unleash more strength and make the two of them less embarrassed.

Fang Ping nodded when he heard this and said, "You defend and I will be responsible for the offense."

After saying that, Fang Ping directly picked up the long stick in his hand and struck Luo Yichuan on the body.Chen Fan did not rush to attack, but silently accumulated strength, preparing to unleash a wave of ultimate moves.

"boom!"

Fang Ping was hit on the waist by Luo Yichuan's long stick and flew backwards.

"Chen Fan, come on quickly!"

Seeing that Chen Fan did not launch the attack with him, Fang Ping was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Don't rush me, just wait a little longer."

"I can't bear your sister!"

Saying that he couldn't bear it anymore, Fang Ping endured the severe pain and got up from the ground, rushing forward with a groan.

"boom!"

Fang Ping was knocked away again with a stick, this time the bridge of his nose was hit, and the nosebleeds couldn't stop flowing down.

"I really can't bear it anymore!"

Seeing Fang Ping howling and screaming after being beaten, it was estimated that he would have to sell himself if he carried it on any longer. Chen Fan shouted, "I'm coming!"

Thunder Half Moon Slash!
Chen Fan kicked off his feet, rose into the air, held the long stick tightly with both hands, and struck hard at Luo Yichuan.

Luo Yichuan's eyes narrowed slightly. The explosion of Chen Fan's stick exceeded a hundred calories of energy and blood, which was a bit beyond his expectation, but in front of him, it was just like that!
Holding the long stick in his hand tightly, he pushed Chen Fan's stick away with a little force, and then Luo Yichuan smashed it towards him.

Of course, Fang Ping did not escape this fate. While beating the two of them, Luo Yichuan taught the students in the special training class basic stick skills.

"There are not many basic moves in stick technique, including hitting, stabbing, splitting, picking, poking, teasing, piercing, and supporting..."

After hitting Fang Ping's chin with the stick, Luo Yichuan explained: "The move just now is a pick. It needs to be fast and powerful. When necessary, you can hit the lower part of the body."

When Fang Ping heard this, he felt a chill under his crotch, as if a cold wind had just blown from underneath.

As Luo Yichuan spoke, he swung the wooden stick at Chen Fan, "This is chopping. When chopping, the force must be steady. Be careful not to be shaken off by the force of the rebound."

Chen Fan felt that the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, but he could clearly feel that Luo Yichuan did not use much energy and blood, only two hundred calories at most.

This made Chen Fan very uncomfortable. Although Luo Yichuan didn't mobilize much energy and blood, he could always hit his weak points.

"If the opponent blocks, you can continue to chop. Blocking requires more force."

After hitting Chen Fan twice in succession, Luo Yichuan suddenly swung his stick at Fang Ping's face and shouted softly: "This is a blow."

The right cheek hit by Luo Yichuan became visibly red and swollen. Fang Ping's tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried not to let them fall.

A few minutes later, Luo Yichuan put away the long stick, still breathing calmly, and said calmly: "I just demonstrated the basic moves of the stick technique. Did everyone understand it clearly?"

"no!"

The members of the special training class all suppressed laughter and shouted quickly.

Chen Fan collapsed on the ground, silently rubbing his bruised arms and legs.

Fang Ping on the side was even more miserable. Not only did he have a lot of bruises on his body, but his face was not spared either.

At this time, Fu Changding came forward and gloated: "Fang Ping, your face is swollen!"

"roll!"

"It's so swollen!"

"Fuck off!"

At this moment, Fang Ping looked depressed. Why did Luo Yichuan hit himself instead of Fang Ping in the face? Was he jealous of his handsomeness?

Chen Fan on the side was also very depressed. The sixth-grade instructor was not only strong, but also experienced in actual combat. He easily defeated him with only about 200 calories of energy.

(End of this chapter)