"Crescent Moon Fighting Hall?"

Sulu looked up and looked at the signboard: "It must be here, right?"

He stepped on the soft scarlet carpet and came to the front desk.

Some spices seemed to be burned or perfume was sprayed around. The air made people feel energetic and inexplicably there was a formal and high-end style.

"Hello, sir, what's there for you?"

The front desk asked Tiantian, and Sulu glanced at the nameplate on her chest, called Han Xiaole.

"Is this the Crescent Fighting Hall?"

"Yes, do you want to apply for a membership? We have three levels of silver, gold and diamond... The silver membership annual card is doing activities, only 9999..."

Sulu's eyelids twitched: "No, I just want to learn a few fighting courses?"

"Oh." Han Xiaole was a little disappointed, but still cheered up: "We have many fighting coaches here, which are charged by class hours. Each class is 200 yuan, so you can experience one class first."

"Then try it first."

Sulu handed over the money, and he came here specially when he saw this introduction on the Internet.

"Okay, sir, please come with me."

Han Xiaole led the way in front and walked through the long corridor, and came to a huge dojo.

This venue is very large and divided into many small areas, including boxing rings, sandbags, treadmills and other exercise equipment.

At this time, many students had already started training with the coach.

"Our club is professional, and all coaches have professional qualifications..."

Han Xiaole held the folder and walked to a free fighting venue: "This is your coach, Fang Cheng!"

Su Lu looked over and saw a tall and thin young man on the court, demonstrating various fighting movements, which looked very free and elegant.

Han Xiaole went up and said a few words. Fang Chengju turned around, glanced at Su Lu, and frowned: "My name is Fang Cheng, you can call me coach or Brother Cheng in the future."

He has experienced several years more than Han Xiaole. From the clothes and shoes of Su Lu and his image and temperament, he knows that he is not a rich child.

Such a person is a little unhappy to teach him and receive a small commission.

"coach."

Sulu entered the field and looked around, feeling a little excited: "Can you practice your hands? I like fighting, the real one!"

"Can."

Fang Cheng sneered and pointed at a student: "Huang Gao, come and practice with him."

"No! I want to try the coach's level."

Sulu stared at Fang Cheng.

Of course he could also notice the other party's contempt.

"Oh? Have courage."

Fang Cheng laughed: "Wear protective gear."

"No."

Sulu waved his hand and came to the venue. He looked at the excited onlookers with a calm expression.

"Students are optimistic. Now, I will conduct a practical exercise for you, mainly using several techniques from today's lecture."

Fang Cheng hooked up at Sulu: "Come on."

He was also a little angry when he was challenged by an ordinary person and decided to give Sulu some bitterness.

However, Han Xiaole reported the folder and was anxious at the edge of the venue.

"So……"

Su Lu rushed forward suddenly and suddenly shouted: "Ah, beat!"

The huge voice roared and echoed in the guild hall. People from several venues next to them looked here in shock.

Immediately, they saw a stranger leaping high, a standard high leg lift and a round kick, and a side face formed in the middle.

A certain leaf whirlwind!

Bang!

The next moment, the coach fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

Outside the field.

Han Xiaole opened his mouth wide and stared at Sulu who was gasping for breath. You are not here to study, you are here to play a kiosk, right?

"coach?"

The students surrounded them. Fortunately, this was a professional fighting hall and they were prepared for the injury. There was a doctor standing by next to them.

A professional doctor came up to look at his pupils, check his pulse, and shook his head: "He is fine, he just fainted..."

Sulu stood there quietly, expecting all this.

The opponent underestimated the enemy too much, and his own yelling to disturb his mind, so he took the initiative and koed it with one blow!

In fact, if you really deal with it, your body is too useless and you are probably not the opponent.

"What's going on?"

The messy crowd immediately attracted many coaches. After learning about the situation, they stared at Sulu with a strange expression.

This kid...is really here to play a kid?

"Sorry, sorry... the game just now was a bit of a loss of strength."

At this time, Su Lu took his breath and said, "I'll leave now! Let's leave now!"

He bowed repeatedly, as if embarrassed, and exited the fighting range.

The coach and the students were staring at each other.

I just said it was a practical competition, but now they rushed up and it turned out to be a fight. There are still so many people fighting one, so I can't afford to lose face!

"Interesting boy."

Not far away, the two of them saw this scene and looked at each other and smiled.

"Coach Gu, what do you think?"

A young man looked at Sulu's back with a smile on his lips.

"The consciousness is strong, the quality is too poor... But this ruthlessness and the grasp of timing and damage are really good... Freak! Freak!"

The man known as Coach Gu is 1.9 meters tall and only wears a nylon vest. His muscles seem to be stretching out the clothes, and his skin shows a dark color.

At this time, he narrowed his eyes: "He is a good seedling, but unfortunately he seems to be here to hit people."

"Don't you kick the house? It's not like..."

The young man scratched his head in confusion, his expression turned cold: "It seems that Fang Cheng had made some grudges outside and actually brought them to the guild hall? Go and warn him. Next time, let him go to the Personnel Office to get a month's salary and get out!"

...

【xp+15】

Sulu didn't care about his behavior, as if a coach would suffer another loss in the future.

At this time, I was looking at the attribute bar and laughing.

Moreover, Han Xiaole returned all the deposit he paid.

Walking out of the guild hall, Su Lu raised his head and narrowed his eyes: "Not bad... Use this trick to get wool, at least every guild in the East City can get wiping once... How much experience is this? It doesn't cost money. At worst, you can get beaten up...'

‘It’s the skills like Maga fighting technique… It’s a little different in this world and cannot be used. You need to change and transform it to regain some fighting foundation. Although it is impossible to be as strong as in the previous life, it is still enough to deal with three or five ordinary people.’

...

A few days later, at night.

Sulu dragged her tired body back to Baijing Restaurant.

He sat on the bed, grinning his teeth and applying safflower oil to himself, with several bruises on his body, grinning in pain.

If you go to other people's territory and cause trouble, you must be aware of being beaten.

Fortunately, in this society, the other party dares not go too far.
Chapter completed!