The next morning, Han Luo went out at 5 o'clock and went to a vast grassland I observed when I was shopping on campus yesterday.

Han Luo breathed gently, and his breath rose slowly and slowly. The breath in his body followed him and spread throughout his body from the qi pool. Han Luo stretched out his hand, reached forward with one hand, placed his lower abdomen near the qi pool with the other hand, with his left leg forward, and bent his right leg behind, and lying like a dragon lying up, which is a three-body posture.

The foundation of Xingyiquan’s stance and the core moves of all boxing postures.

At this time, a boy was wearing a vest and ran by. He suddenly turned his head and saw his eyes lit up. Wasn't that the young man who was beaten up yesterday? The boy stopped and observed the young man's boxing posture. After a while, he thought about it, maybe he was a fan, and there was some master in the square, so he continued running disdainfully.

One hour later.

It's 6:00 in the morning.

After the boy finished running, he stopped near the lawn and saw that the young man who had been in the same position an hour ago was still in the same position. He was slightly shocked. After that, the boy squinted his eyes and squatted in the spot and kept waiting in this place. After an hour, the boy was a little bored and began to look out his phone to look at his phone, while the young man was still in the same position.

"It's amazing. I heard from Master Ino in the boxing gym that Chinese kung fu masters should stand without moving when practicing, but their legs are very strong. They said that when they were young, they met a Chinese kung fu master. They competed for a while, but the man just raised his legs gently and stomped a brick on the ground, and his voice was extremely small. Ino immediately knew that his boxing ability might not be the opponent. Then he was still competitive and regained his heart. After a while, he was beaten back by the Chinese kung fu master after spending more than a dozen breaths. At that time, he also retreated."

At this moment, Han Luo was bathed in the air and was warm all over.

The boy was in the distance, put down his cell phone, hesitated a little, but he insisted on watching it.

One hour later.

The boy narrowed his eyes and could only be serious. He thought about whether to go forward to communicate. After looking at the situation, he still gave up. When the young man seemed to start his reunion, the boy left.

After Han Luo finished the show, he gently glanced at the left young man's back. The young man stared at himself, the little master of the big dark spirit for two hours, even facing his side.

Han Luo walked towards the school's dining area. As school started, the number of students gradually increased. Han Luo ordered a piece of milk and bread breakfast, held it in front of a table, put it down, and sat down to have a quiet meal.

At this time, a meal plate was placed on the other end of his table and a boy sat down.

Han Luo looked at her eyes and continued to eat.

The boy was having a meal too.

Neither of them spoke.

After Han Luo finished eating, he turned around and picked up the plate and wanted to leave.

"I'll take back the rage that day. Are you practicing the trick?" the boy asked.

Han Luo turned around to face the boy, smiled gently, and turned around and left.

The boy did not stop him, looked at the young man's back and stared deeply.

………

Han Luo returned to the room and continued to stand quietly, raising fists in the stance practice.

At noon, Han Luo continued to have a meal and then read the school textbooks in the afternoon.

Watch until night, refine the night sword, and then rest.

The next day, Han Luo still went out at five o'clock and stood there. The boy was still running. The boy glanced at the young man.

On the third day, Han Luo still went out at five o'clock and stood there. The boy was still running. The boy glanced at the young man. It had been three days in a row. It seemed that a stylist came to the school this time. After the boy finished running, he returned to his residence. It was a villa dormitory in the north area of ​​the school. When the boy came back, a white boy walked out of the room and nodded. The boy said, "Sunkel, please help me check someone."

"Who?" asked the white boy named Xunkel.

The boy took out his cell phone, clicked for a while, and said, "Look." When the boy passed by the white man, he patted his partner's shoulder and said in a deep tone: "This time, it's up to you, man."

"Okay guy." Xunkeer looked out his phone, looked at a strange Chinese man, rolled his eyes and couldn't understand why Ryan was looking for this guy, but he still sent it to his uncle, the academy's archivist, Xunmeier.

Not long after.

The Chinese boy knew the identity of the young man and immediately scratched his head, Teacher?

Xunkell laughed: "No wonder you wanted to check his identity. It turned out to be your university teacher. Ryan, I miss it when we were tinkering with our teachers in high school. Do you think about it again this time?"

"No!" Ryan said cautiously, and then said, "I want to know him."

"What?" said Sunkel: "What special thing does he have to do with you like this?"

"No!" said Ryan, "You will know in the future."

"Han Luo, an international student in the Department 2 of the Austin Institute of Philosophy."

Ryan lowered his head, looked at the Han Luo's archive information, and remembered the past, the thin Chinese man who punched him in the alley a year ago, but with such a terrifying explosive power, and the cold blood-looking eyes still make me palpitations.

This is the biggest heartbreaker that Ryan has since practiced boxing!

Over the past year, Ryan has been training his muscles, physical strength, endurance, and reaction, but he still feels that cold eyes are looking at him, and he is frightened and powerless. There are two selfs outside and inside, because of that thin boy, but he has such terrifying abilities.

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After practicing morning stipulation, washing up, and breakfast, Han Luo came to the home of Dean Dylan Garcia and submitted a legal cooperation contract (the half-year cooperation agreement between Austin and Rocky Mountain on his side). After that, he had a far-reaching philosophical debate with the Dean of Rocky Mountain.

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A quiet and spacious interior in Grand Falls.

There are constant banging sounds of banging and banging.

A thin boy kept raising his legs and kicking it quickly on the empty sandbag. The 200-pound sandbag hit the sandbag kept shaking.

"Enough. Huang Wenzhong." In the distance, a middle-aged warrior man who was smoking a cigarette and was storming his smoke around him raised his hand to signal his apprentice to stop.

"Master!" The thin boy stopped, ran over a few steps and then stopped as if he was silent in an instant, bowing: "Yes, Master."

"A month later, it will be the gathering of the Hongmen Reunion Association in Montana. I hope you will not be disgraced as your teacher at the gathering of martial artists in the entire Montana."

"Master, it's wrong for you to suppress it like this. I have already entered Mingjin immediately, and I was also very outstanding at that tribute meeting."

"Silly, I don't know how many outstanding people there are in this world."

"Don't always be limited to the warriors of one state. Our Hongmen is in the entire North America. Your current strength is among the younger generation, and you are temporarily in the middle and lower stages."

"Master, why do you think so far?"

"In the whole of North America, our Hongmen is the dominant Chinese family. Do you think you should focus on your own home?"
Chapter completed!