"Live!"

Zhou Qinchuan quickly interrupted Zhao Zitong's words. At first, these words were a little complacent, but they became more and more uncomfortable as they went on. If you continue, you would probably become a saint. This scholar would be unable to withstand the words of a scholar without any face.

"Brother Zhao, if you have anything to do, you might as well just say it."

"Haha, Brother Zhou is worthy of being one of our generation, just to be happy."

Zhao Zitong wiped the sweat secretly. There were not many words in his stomach. If he went down, he would be exhausted.

"Brother Zhou, you are agile, brother, I have learned a few fists and feet, how about it? Why don't we go through the move and gesture?"

Just for this?

Zhou Qinchuan looked at Zhao Xiucai with a suspicion, and in order to fight with him, he put down all the faces of scholars?

There were not a single scholar in the Ming Dynasty who studied literature and martial arts, but there were only a very few. Could this guy be an alien?

However, after contact, this guy is not difficult to get along with. He does not have the sourness and decay of the Confucian scholars as he imagines, and even a little funny.

"The sage is a gentleman's six arts, rituals, music, shooting, and impulse..."

When Zhao Zitong saw Zhou Qinchuan's eyes, she thought the other party was confused about his scholar's martial arts, so she quickly brought out the saint's words and recited the letter for him.

"But, Brother Zhao, whether it is shooting or guarding, it is not related to fists or feet."

Before Zhao Zitong could finish his words, Zhou Qinchuan said weakly.

Those who can be involved in martial arts will also be shooting and yu in the Six Arts.

Shooting is archery, and Yu drove a car in the spring and autumn. It is also possible to use riding instead of nature when it is placed.

But if two people were shirtless, wrestling, fisting, panting, and sweating, it might not have been what Confucius expected.

Zhao Zitong's face turned red. The inn business was not good and Lumi was only enough to make a living. How could he afford to raise a horse?

As for archery, although bows and crossbows are taboos, as a scholar, he is not unable to trick the soft bow and blunt arrows. It is just one of the arrows that requires years of hard work and skills, but he does not have this patience.

It would be much more interesting to compete in the arena.

Thinking back to the beginning, he made friends with a few people in the world, but in just a few days, he relied on his outstanding memory to learn all their fists and feet.

After that, he would fight with others in a new way. If those people were not experienced, they would not have lost only with half a move.

Now that half a year has passed, I practice hard without any hesitation...

Speaking of diligent practice, Zhao Zitong didn't think it was wrong to call her "diligent" practice method, which was mostly caused by drinking and just a little sweating.

I feel that I have made great progress in my skills and urgently need to find someone to discuss it in order to verify it.

During Zhou Qinchuan's morning exercise, Zhao Zitong woke up and drank water to quench his thirst. After hearing the movements in the yard, he saw the skills of this new friend in the crack of the door.

At first sight, I couldn't help but feel happy when I saw Lie. Then I cleaned up a little and came out to talk to Zhou Qinchuan, just to compete with him.

You know, he hasn't had a fight with anyone for half a year, so his hands are itchy.

As a scholar, you have to have some concerns and don’t just find someone to fight.

If it spreads, I don’t care much, but I can’t make things difficult for my mentor.

Those people from the world are passers-by, and they have made friends with them, but there is no chance of any consequences.

Other locals can't be like this.

The guy in front of him works in his inn. As long as he is not stupid, he should not tell the matter out. It's him!

The hands and hearts were itchy, and the urgent desire to fight made Zhao Zitong reluctantly surrender and establish a friendship with Zhou Qinchuan.

"Uh, I said Brother Zhou, aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Zitong was too lazy to explain in detail, so he simply used the provocation method. As far as he knew, using this trick to deal with these warriors was very effective.

Hey! Zhou Qinchuan was excited when he heard this.

In theory, as a member of the time travel army, he should be wise, calm, wise and decisive... (Five hundred words are omitted below)

In short, it is the protagonist who gathers the advantages of human beings, has various halos, and is not affected by any negative influence.

But Zhou Qinchuan had no such understanding at all and would consciously safeguard the glory of time travelers. He was really excited in the face of Zhao Zitong's provocation.

Since he confirmed that his body had changed, he has been extremely addicted to these activities that needed to be confronted, otherwise he would not have been tortured by Guan Yang to scream in pain.

Now that I have never fought with anyone again, I naturally cannot enjoy the pain and happiness after hitting someone else's body, or being hit by someone.

Like Zhao Zitong, Zhou Qinchuan not only had itchy hands, but his body began to feel itchy.

Now that someone challenges him, why don’t he fulfill the other party’s wishes and make himself happy?

These two people, one boss and one guy, are not a regular person, and they all want to try their skills. Whether it is in their hearts or in their fists, they are all itchy.

It was like dry firewood hitting fire, prodigal son met a cute baby... In short, it was the thunder that touched the earth's fire, and a battle between the two was inevitable.

However, Zhou Qinchuan felt that this place was not Guan Yang, and without protective equipment, it was inevitable that he would be unhappy to fight.

While looking around, Zhou Qinchuan was planning to find something to replace boxing gloves.

Maybe Zhao Zitong lifted the lower collar of her robe, then waved her right leg from inside to outside, and made a standard inner leg. No, after swinging her legs outside, she walked into the yard, stood there in a state of concave shape, and declared war on Zhou Qinchuan.

In Zhao Zitong's eyes, although Zhou Qinchuan's muscles are far better than himself, his strange movements, such as hanging up and down on a tree branch, and subsequent series of advances, retreats, punches and attacks, etc., are indeed powerful, and they are far beyond his ability to match.

However, seeing his waving hand and punching, he was extremely monotonous and lacking ingenuity. He could not match his own richness and changeability. Even if he lacked strength, he would definitely beat him.

Unable to resist his inner excitement and his longing for his victory, Zhao Zitong couldn't wait to challenge Zhou Qinchuan.

At this point, Zhou Qinchuan could not retreat. He no longer cared about not having any protective equipment. He took half a step forward in his left foot, clenched his fists and raised it high, and put on a standard boxing posture.

When Zhao Zitong saw it, she swayed with laughter, her body shook, her five fingers slightly opened, and attacked Zhou Qinchuan.

Zhou Qinchuan gained enough fighting experience from the beggars. He calmly passed it forward with his left hand and punched a jab.

Just at this moment, two sounds sounded around.

"Stop, no!"

This is Uncle Dong. He just came out of his room and was about to enjoy the morning meal. When he saw this scene, he shouted anxiously.

I don’t know who wants to stop, or whether he thinks both sides of the fight should stop.
Chapter completed!