Looking at the back of the handsome man who disappeared into the night, Han Luo retracted his eyes and turned around to go home.

Hike the East Lake for ten miles.

The steps were intertwined and light. Han Luo used his kung fu to run quickly on the road, which was so fast that he was shocked and he was full of joy.

After five years of martial arts accumulation, we have reached the best in one go.

At this point in the dark energy realm, he worked hard to achieve.

Han Luo was accused of breaking his shortcomings and returned home to read the philosophy books because three months was the exam that ended in sophomore year. After the summer vacation, he entered his junior year. He had excellent understanding. His real name was Wei Lingjiang, Wulin Qingmu, was surprised. He had a sense of knowledge and had a good understanding of philosophy. He had thought about life, humans, nature, and society. He knew why morality appeared and why a certain behavior of humans appeared. There were certain reasons. Philosophy was to summarize such reasons, restore the essence of things, and why boxing had the ability to improve physical fitness. Han Luo summarized it as boxing was just a noun. The real essence was the fusion of the expansion of the limbs and the fusion of the divine will. This phenomenon was the essence of improving physical fitness. Han Luo had not yet studied it because it was more complex and involved in the huge field of life phenomena.

People in the world only know why but not why. Han Luo wants to know why and why.

At twelve o'clock, he picked up the sword and went to the shore of Donghu Lake to practice only the technique but not the intention, but found that doing so would only make the mind more clumsy and without the support of the mind. Sword technique is not a sword technique at all, so he simply gave up practicing the night sword, knowing that this is not a way to reduce the mind that he had already entered the dark power realm without realizing it.

Go back to sleep at home.

The next day, Han Luo came to school, finished his morning philosophy class, and then went to the health center to prepare for the afternoon class. The students had gathered together. Before Han Luo entered the health center, he suddenly received a call, which was called by Li Mi.

"Han Luo, come to the health center, there is a group of people coming to kick the center."

"Why is this happening? Don't worry, Li Mi, I'll be here soon."

Han Luo frowned and hung up the phone. When he came to Han Luo's National Health Care Center, people were coming and going, including students wearing health care center clothes, and a group of young people standing together. Li Mi and the students immediately lit up when they saw Han Luo coming.

Han Luo walked into the crowd, Li Mi beat him up and talked to him. At the same time, a few young people in the group opposite were talking around a young man wearing a white basketball uniform and with his arms.

"Du Kui, he is Han Luo." A companion told him.

The young man in a white basketball uniform and with naked arms looked at Han Luo who was talking to Li Mi, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and raised his cold eyes to look at him. Since he came to play in the restaurant, how could he have a good face? At the same time, Han Luo also understood the matter and looked at them.

When opening martial arts schools in the martial arts world, students come to play the club. One is to become famous, the other is to prevent new martial arts schools from sharing their own interests, and the third is to practice practical combat.

Han Luo looked at the young man and saw that his arms were full and well-proportioned, and his arms were hanging down to make people feel very long. He guessed that he had skill.

"Tsk." The young man with bare arms walked out of the crowd and looked at Han Luo and said contemptuously: "I, Du Kui, I heard that there is a national martial arts health museum. National martial arts is national martial arts, and health care is health care. What is it to be pinched together? Four no images? Are you the owner of this museum?"

"Are you freshmen who came to school last year?" Han Luo asked.

"Tsk, are you trying to say that your sophomore year is amazing?" The young man despised Han Luo's eyes and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Han Luo chuckled softly, probably because she had never seen her fight with Takeda Shingen.

"Since you are a martial arts world, you should know the rules of opening a martial arts school and whoever has the power is the boss. Those who practice martial arts are the most rare. Director Han will compare it?" said the young man provocatively.

Han Luo looked down at the floor and shook his head.

"What? Don't you dare to compare?" Young people looked down on Han Luo even more. There are many people in society who just practice some tricks and come out to open a store to cheat money. He really hates it. Obviously, he thinks Han Luo is such a person.

"I'm afraid that the destructive power is too great." Han Luo frowned and looked at him worriedly, but was not afraid of him, and said, "What should I do if I break something."

"Haha, I'll pay." said the young man.

"This is what you said." Han Luo finished speaking, taking a step forward, and said in a low voice: "I am not a martial arts school here, junior, you are in the wrong place."

The young man knew that Han Luo was going to fight, so he came forward.

The students in the health center around quickly separated from the crowd brought by the young people, revealing a large circle, and the center of the circle was Han Luo and the young man.

Han Luo stretched out a hand, turned sideways, and looked at the wall. The young man stood on his side. Han Luo could not see the young man: "Ask the fist! I don't look at you. If I look at you, I will lose."

Han Luo spoke very loudly, and both groups of people in the museum heard it.

Everyone agreed that Han Luo was too crazy.

"It's too crazy. I'll be embarrassed later!" The young man with red arms was slightly angry and took a step. His steps were light and sharp. His arms turned, and his whole person was like a spirit ape. His strength reached his fingertips and his arm was quickly slapped out.

"There is real kung fu." Han Luo knew that the other party had a martial arts masterpiece, and the sound was like a wave. This was a boxing technique that was good at arm hitting. The energy flowed rapidly for thousands of miles at the same time, spreading all over his body.

"Bang!"

The young man's arm attacked Han Luo's back with a solid palm, and a heavy force hit Han Luo's back.

It’s not that Han Luo can’t stand it, but that he doesn’t stand it. The reason for not stopping is that he didn’t take action.

“Buzz.”

When the young man saw Han Luo get a heavy hand, he seized the opportunity and flipped his feet lightly. He came to Han Luo like lightning, and came out with one leg, like a monkey passing through the woods, kicking Han Luo's lower abdomen.

But Han Luo didn't move at all, and at the same time turned his head to look at the young man.

The young man kicked and stepped down like lightning, stomping out cracks on the wooden floor, stepped between Han Luo's feet, bent his arms, and bounced out violently, hitting Han Luo's neck.

Han Luo moved. After Hou had been raised his palms for a long time, he raised his elbows and used his elbows as a shield to block the young man's arms that were bounced away. Another punch changed by the feeling of touching the young man's body. He pinched his five fingers and raised it again. It was Xingyi's chopping fist, which was like an axe.

Although he did not watch the young man's body movement, the young man's strength movement after his hand touched the young man's arm was completely shrouded in his perception, and he could feel the movement of others based on the touch of an arm, which was based on touch.

"Pass!"

Han Luo hit the young man's knee with an axe and hit the young man's knees that were raised by his elbow. The young man hit Han Luo with his knees. At the same time, his arms, which were sealed by the elbow, turned into grabs and grabbed Han Luo's ears. His thumb was pushed to his fingertips with deep force, and he was ready to press on the acupoint behind Han Luo's ears. There was acupuncture point behind the ears. As long as you press them, you could suffocate the brain.

The knee was pressed down by the chopping fist, and the young man's knees drooped down. Han Luo did not keep his hand. As soon as he stepped forward, he stepped on three wooden floors, raised his elbows and shoved his elbows and turned them into a lever, and the entire forearm bone hit the young man's shoulders.

The young man was squatting down while squatting with his backward body.

Han Luo had time to speak, and commented on the attack of the young man just now, saying, "Are you punching or kicking?"

The young man stood shakingly and did not kneel down, shaking his body steadily, but the balance of strength of his entire body was out of control, and it took another two seconds to completely recover.

Han Luo turned his back.

The young man is finally about to stand up.

Han Luo turned around and kicked him out.

The young man was kicked and fell to the sky, rolling and falling six meters away, falling in front of the crowd they came.

"So cruel." The group of people who followed the defeated young people said in surprise.

They helped up the young man who trembled with fear or anger, but no one felt provocative and passionate when they came, but the decadent feeling of defeat.

"How is it, my junior in Wulin." Han Luo asked.

"No, then what? Insult me ​​and return what I said?" the young man wiped the blood from his mouth and said.

"Then, pay the money." Han Luo said.
Chapter completed!