The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

Zhou Junxin said that he wanted to kick the pavilion, so he naturally acted immediately.

In the evening, Li Chunwang worked overtime to write the gauntlet. Early the next morning, the disciples of Zizaitang helped to run errands and delivered the battle book to the major martial arts sects in person.

The battle post was written very concisely, arrogant enough, and the smell of gunpowder strong enough:

"I heard that your family has a lot of opinions on Zhou's Tai Chi, and Zhou Sheng from Zizai Church will come to ask for advice soon."

The time is not written, and the mood can be seen anytime, anywhere, and the location is in the opponent's boxing gym.

The meaning of these words is very clear, Zhou Sheng is dissatisfied with the pressure they put on Li Chunwang.

Moreover, Zhou Sheng was not willing to communicate with them at all, nor did he accept administrative pressure. She simply chose the old-fashioned way of kicking the pavilion, ready to beat them to shut up.

If Zhou Sheng succeeded in kicking the gym, even if their administrative means were brilliant, even if they had lost the national certification of Zhou's Tai Chi, they would still be a joke. At that time, the face and the face will be lost.

When they were persecuting Li Chunwang, they never thought that the arrogant junior would actually do such a thing.

Some people are so popular.

"One victory made her so inflated, it's a real shame for her to go to the competition."

"Humph! This is the girl who thinks that by defeating a few third-rate people, she is truly invincible. Okay! Let her come and teach her a good lesson!"

Some people started to feel emotional.

"This is unbecoming, young and vigorous, thinking back then..."

"Fifty years ago, all the sects still had the same temper, which one would have a meeting with you to discuss. Just start the fight. But this girl is still a little tender, and I don't know what it means to be powerful."

"We haven't been kicked out of the gym for a long time, so let her be bold. Don't think that if you win a few amateurs, you can really dominate the arena."

Every boxing gym has accepted the battle posts, and their attitudes are quite tough.

They don't think their sect has any chance of losing, and they don't think Zhou Junxin is really powerful.

It is said that most of the martial arts schools are conservative, and the ideology of patriarchal preference is serious. Some sect girls can't learn at all.

The first time they saw the news of Zhou Junxin's defeat of the anti-counterfeiting group, their thoughts were not proud, but suspicious. How powerful can a woman be? It must be that her opponent was too weak at the beginning.

They have investigated the so-called anti-counterfeiting group, and some people have only three or five years of experience.

In their eyes, there is no apprenticeship in such a short training time, and they have not learned anything real. How could it be a master?

As for the previous case, some rumored martial arts sects were beaten to death by anti-counterfeiting groups. These people also thought that the challenged sect had fallen and decided to expel them from the martial arts.

To say that the group of people in the West City who are engaged in martial arts are really capable, and they were all masters back then. Unfortunately, no one is willing to open their eyes to see the changing world.

The most powerful part of modern fighting lies in the scientific training and training methods, they can cultivate talents at the fastest speed. high efficiency. This is where traditional martial arts absolutely cannot compare.

With the decline of Chuanwu, the world has lost trust in Chuanwu. Of course, there is the impact of modern fighting and the instigation of people with a heart, but these people are complacent, unwilling to look directly at new affairs, and not absorbing scientific experience and developing technology have a lot to do.

They can't see the good in others and think they are the strongest in the world.

Why are they willing to accept the temptation to stop Zhou Junxin from participating in the competition?

Because they were dissatisfied with the titles of Zhou Junxin, who regarded Zhou Junxin as the savior of Chuanwu, the leader of the Chuanwu world, and the first person in Chuanwu.

Zhou's Tai Chi has no sense of existence, and it belongs to the last stream that was almost banned by the government. They've been completely lucky so far.

As a result, Zhou Jun's heart was so troubled, Zizaitang's business suddenly became popular, but they were very deserted.

Colleagues are all enemies, even if outsiders look at the unpredictable traditional martial arts sect, they will inevitably fight for fame and profit. Pink eye, jealousy, that's why they want to persecute Li Chunwang.

If Zhou Junxin really achieved good results in the Indiscriminate Championship, wouldn't that confirm his reputation as the first martial artist?

They couldn't bear it.

They didn't say anything after taking the battle post, and they also released harsh words.

"Kick the gym? It doesn't matter if you are killed or injured."

"Girls lack education, we won't be polite."

If you can beat Zhou Junxin to the point that he can't go to the championship game without an arm or a leg, that's the best.

*

Zhou Junxin can't control the mood of the kicked person, as long as they are all defeated.

In the morning, Zizaitang posted the battle post, and some martial arts halls responded quickly.

In the afternoon, Zhou Junxin took the reply and drove to the gym alone.

The first battle, Wuji Hall, the first Taiji martial arts hall in the West City, is known as the most authentic Taijiquan.

Two o'clock was the end of the lunch break, and the gatekeeper's disciple was still lying on the front desk sleeping, refusing to wake up.

When Zhou Junxin coughed, the janitor got up lazily.

"Show your membership card, please," he said weakly.

Snapped!

Zhou Junxin slapped the reply on the gatekeeper's face.

The curator of the Promise Museum Long Feifeng Dances a few big characters - welcome at any time.

Zhou Junxin smiled slightly, and said lightly, "Zhou Sheng, kick the gym. Lead the way!"

The janitor looked bewildered.

How can you say kicking the hall in the morning, and people will arrive in the afternoon?

Now the masters in the museum have just gathered at noon, and the question about who will play has not been settled! They said that they would also study Zhou Junxin's technical weaknesses and deal with them properly.

The gatekeeper wanted to make a phone call to inform them that they had arrived and ask what to do.

Zhou Junxin clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"This little nephew, lead the way," she said.

The gatekeeper's legs were shaking.

Although Zhou Junxin's strength was useless, although he just patted it lightly, the gatekeeper felt a deep meaning. He also felt the obvious murderous aura in those sharp eyes, and the gatekeepers didn't dare to tip off the news.

Just obediently lead Zhou Junxin upstairs.

"How long have you been practicing?" Zhou Junxin asked casually.

The gatekeeper said eagerly, "I am the front desk."

He distanced himself from it. After watching the live broadcast, Zhou Sheng's punch was absolutely unbearable.

Zhou Junxin thought it was funny. Why is this guy so timid?

In the matter of martial arts, the loser does not lose the battle. If you are so timid, you will be directly deducted points in the ring.

The gatekeeper didn't answer any more, only a cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Zhou Junxin smiled and stopped asking.

Zhou Junxin followed the gatekeeper to the martial arts hall of the Wuji Pavilion.

It is worthy of being the largest Tai Chi Hall in the West City. This place for practicing martial arts is like a small square.

On the right side of the martial arts hall, a group of elderly people wearing white tai chi suits are slowly practicing health routines. On the left, there are several strong men in their twenties and thirties, they are standing in front of the stakes and practicing hard kung fu.

The plaque of the Promise Hall hangs in the center, and the three big characters like flowing clouds and flowing water are very bold.

Below the plaque is a quiet and elegant ink painting. On both sides of the ink painting, there are two showcases, which are filled with various honors and gold cups of the Wuji Museum. It is very different from the style of ink painting.

"Uncle Zhou, sit down for a while, and I'll report to Master." The gatekeeper wanted to take a walk.

Zhou Junxin smiled and said, "No. They will come naturally."

After all, Zhou Junxin jumped for life, and volleyed heavily on the plaque of the Wuji Pavilion.

Crackling, the frame shattered.

The plaque of the Wuji Pavilion was split in half, and Zhou Junxin stepped on it.

There was a commotion in the museum, and everyone's eyes were attracted by Zhou Junxin.

Zhou Jun said with a deep heart: "Zizaitang Zhou Sheng, kicking the hall today. The masters of the Wuji Hall, please enlighten me."

She's not just here to kick the gym, she's here to smash people's signs.

If you have the ability, you can beat her, and what kind of hero is playing tricks behind your back!

"Zhou Sheng! Don't be arrogant!" Someone challenged.

The most sturdy disciple stood up and attacked with astonishing movement speed.

The landslide-like fist smashed over Zhou Jun's heart.

Zhou Jun didn't want to hide, she lowered her center of gravity and embraced her. The opponent's fist fell in the air, Zhou Junxin got close to the opponent and hit the abdomen with a heavy elbow, and the whole person was knocked out. Zhou Junxin made up for it and kicked the person completely.

All the restless Wuji Pavilion disciples were frightened.

The one who was kicked and flew to the point where he couldn't get up was the most powerful one among them. He is a powerful person who has been in the ring and won awards. He couldn't bear Zhou Sheng's blow, how terrifying this woman was.

"Please use your own kung fu to fight, this is a Tai Chi showdown, what's the point of attacking with Bajiquan?" Zhou Junxin sneered.

Taijiquan has a shortcoming in attack, but it is not necessary to change the boxing method.

She's kicking the gym, not indiscriminate fighting or mixed martial arts. If you don't have to fight with your own skills, you will lose your dignity if you go out to the Wuji Museum.

The disciples at the Wuji Pavilion across from them were blushing with anger. How could they win just with Taijiquan? Their genre of martial arts has long been deleted. No one has ever learned.

Someone was annoyed: "I'll go to you, just win! It doesn't matter what exercises we use?! Brothers, let's go together!"

It is impossible to beat Zhou Sheng alone, but a group attack can always win.

This person dismantled their signboards and stepped on them, no matter how they dealt with her. Where can you control what is decent or not.

More than a dozen people rushed up, but Zhou Junxin was not panic at all.

He punched the person in front of him and used his body as a shield to block the rain-like fists in the back row.

After hitting his comrade, the Wujiguan disciple who had no actual combat experience couldn't help but panic.

Fists as hard as iron smashed into their hearts, ribs, and abdomens, and they fell to the ground and wailed.

This time, five of them lay down, and the rest were too scared to retreat. They only dared to take a stance and surrounded Zhou Junxin, daring not to attack.

"Aren't you coming?" Zhou Junxin provoked.

But come on, then she's on.

With the speed of light, Zhou Junxin quickly approached the enemy, pushing, holding, hitting, and subduing the enemy within three strokes.

The dozen or so disciples of the Wuji Hall were beaten by Zhou Junxin and wailed all over the floor.

But she didn't exert much effort, and the level of this group of people couldn't even compare with her own nephew.

"Zhou Sheng! You! You are too arrogant!" The owner of the Wuji Pavilion came late, and a group of disciples followed behind him.

Zhou Junxin kicked away the mourning disciple lying beside him, and showed his posture again:

"Zizaitang Zhou Sheng, please enlighten me from all the experts in Wuji Museum!"

*

Ten minutes later, Zhou Junxin easily went downstairs and drove away from the Promise Hall.

GPS locates the location of the next gym, and the trip to the gym has just begun.

The owner of the Promise Pavilion held his breath in his heart.

He wanted to pass out, but he was too healthy. He didn't have high blood pressure or heart disease, so he couldn't faint. He could only look at the disciples and grandchildren lying on the ground and the signboard of the Shattered Promise Hall in a panic.

He regretted it, so he shouldn't provoke Zhou Sheng, the great demon king and dominatrix.

Today's war, so many people onlookers, no respect, no reputation.

Thinking about the future, the owner of the Wuji Pavilion felt that he would just pretend to be dizzy and touch the porcelain and say that Zhou Sheng was so mad at him, forget it.

Later, under a fighting-related topic on a knowledge exchange website, an answer was upvoted to the top.

——May I ask, how is Zhou Junxin's fighting level? It feels overrated.

--laxative. It is not overestimated, the world still does not know how terrible she is. I, six years of Bajiquan, ten years of Sanda, two years of MMA, professional fight. There is no power to fight back in front of Brother Sheng.

A week later, another highly praised answer appeared.

--do you know? Brother Sheng shut up the entire martial arts world this week.

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Today, Junxin is very devilish (*/ω＼*)

As for the mastermind behind the scenes, everyone guessed right, it was him. (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [landmine]: 385225551;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!