"I've arrived at Guanyun City and have already moved in." Gao Han said, while using his cell phone camera to show his girlfriend the furnishings of the room.

Xiangzhen Hall is not short of money. In order to let them have a good rest and maintain their strength, they have booked a luxury hotel for the Zhenzhen disciples who came to participate in the Guanyun Cup competition this time. Each person will stay in a room - and it is not an ordinary standard room.

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For example, the room Gao Han lived in was divided into two rooms: an outer room, an office desk, a chair and a computer, and an inner room with a double bed and a triangular massage bathtub.

There was also a bottle of expensive-looking red wine in the refrigerator, and even after dinner, a masseur came to provide service.

However, Gao Han had a tender face and did not dare to let the plump masseur in.

"Wow, what a beautiful room. What kind of hotel is this?" Zhang Yuou held the mobile phone and sat on the bedside with a sweet smile on his face.

Today, Zhang Yu'ou feels relieved - because his father Zhang Qiang has already hinted that he will not stand in the way of his love.

"Hailan Hotel is said to be one of the best hotels in Guanyun City." Gao Han walked to the window, pointed the camera outside the window, and asked Zhang Yuou to take a look at the night view outside the window.

It was already half past ten at night, but Guanyun City was full of lights.

There are rows of high-rise buildings and shining neon lights.

Street lights, the light from the windows of high-rise buildings, and the headlights of cars on the road illuminate the entire city, making the city look so prosperous.

Even though it is already late at night, Guanyun City is noisy and full of energy.

"Guanyun City is so beautiful - I wonder what Bai Yujing, the imperial capital, will look like?" Zhang Yu'ou said longingly, looking at the brilliant night view of Guanyun City.

There are also lights in Haixing City at night, but they are far inferior to those in Guanyun City. This is not just a matter of the number of lights, but a difference in vitality.

Guanyun City is still full of traffic at night, and there is still a traffic jam on the twelve-lane road. In Haixing City, as of 10:30 p.m., only sporadic vehicles are still on the road, and there is no traffic flow at all.

If Guanyun City is like this, how beautiful is the imperial capital known as the "White Jade Capital in the Sky"?

"Come on, come on, little Ou, please hold on for one more month. When you finish the college entrance examination, we will travel to Baiyujing. I will definitely take you to have a good time." Gao Han patted his chest, indicating that this matter is all on me.

Already.

"Well, Xiaohan, you are so kind." Although these words of love still seemed a bit low-end, Zhang Yuou's heart felt as sweet as honey - this wooden head finally got the idea and could speak human language, which was a great achievement from scratch.

Progress!

"You should also pay attention to rest. There is a competition tomorrow, so go to bed early tonight."

"Okay, bye."

After being advised to have a full meal, not to mention the reasonable advice from his girlfriend, Gao Han followed the good advice and reached out to hang up the video.

Zhang Yuou looked at the darkened screen of his mobile phone and opened his mouth, but was speechless - this man just couldn't stand praise.

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The Guanyun City Martial Arts Hall is a branch of the Guanyun City Government. It has 18 floors. It is not only the office building of the Guanyun City Martial Arts Association, but also the samurai certification center of Guanyun City. It also has the function of holding martial arts competitions.

Han Menglan brought them here, but he was called away by his best friend.

However, the deputy head coach of Xiang Zhen Hall was quite respectable. Before she left, she gave a casual order and eight staff members from the Martial Arts Association rushed over. They led Gao Han and others to check their health and go through the registration procedures.

"Gao Han, an introductory disciple of Xiangzhen Hall, has ten points in martial arts. You are assigned to the 128th group, number nine."

The young staff member handed Gao Han a red magnetic card with Gao Han's number printed on it. This was Gao Han's number in the Guanyun Cup Martial Arts Competition.

Gao Han's martial arts points come from his background in Xiang Zhen Hall - anyone who can publicly bear the name of Xiang Zhen Guan is naturally an entry-level disciple recognized by Xiang Zhen Guan.

If you are a true disciple, you can debut with twenty martial arts points.

"Mr. Gao Han, the 128th group competition venue is at the fifth training ground on the seventh floor. You can take the elevator over there." The staff pointed to the left, where there is a row of elevators.

"Thank you." Gao Han thanked him.

"I wish you success." The staff nodded politely.

At this point, all the procedures have been completed, and the rest is Gao Han's own business - it is impossible for a mere entry-level disciple to assign a team specifically to him.

Gao Han arrived at the seventh floor and found the fifth training ground. The door was ajar and there was no one at the door. Gao Han opened the door and walked in.

"Please show your registration magnetic card and ID card." A staff member came forward, verified Gao Han's identity with a card reader, let him in, pointed to the long row of wooden chairs beside the wall, and signaled

He went to sit down.

The fifth training ground is not big. In addition to an open competition ring one foot above the ground in the middle, there are several rows of wooden chairs placed against the wall for people to watch and rest.

There were already twenty or thirty people sitting on wooden chairs waiting for the game to start. Some of them were players, and some were probably the players' relatives and friends, who came to watch and cheer.

Some people look nervous, others look relaxed.

The room is simply decorated, there are no spectators, and the competition process is simple - the person whose number is called goes to the ring to compete.

This kind of knockout match has no round system. Either you admit defeat, you are kicked off the ring, or the referee terminates the match based on the situation of both parties.

Gao Han sat quietly on the side, watching people coming and going on the stage, fists and feet intertwined.

Not everyone who signed up to participate in the Guanyun Cup Martial Arts Tournament has undergone formal training.

The footwork is not rigorous, the boxing frame is out of shape, the reaction speed is slow, and the strength is insufficient. Some people even have not mastered the basic footwork and blocking of Sanda, and their bodies have not been fully exercised. They rely on passion and confrontation.

The warrior-certified yearning to compete on stage - this is simply a gift.

(The poor in literature and rich in martial arts, martial arts schools are already relatively cheap, but the annual tuition fee is more than 200,000 yuan. Not every martial arts enthusiast has this kind of money, but the samurai certification is too attractive, and many people rely on

After learning the three moves and two styles in the Sanda training class, I dared to sign up for the competition.

There are even people who download teaching materials directly from the Internet and practice by themselves. How can this kind of training method be compared with boxers from regular martial arts schools?)

However, although the competition was lackluster, the intensity was not inferior.

The total of the four games lasted less than fifteen minutes. The losers in each game had bruises and bruises, and one was even carried off on a stretcher - if the referee had not stopped him in time, there would have been several more injured.

"No. 9, Gao Han, Xiangzhen Hall; No. 10, Shi Fangzheng, Haicheng Gym." The staff called.

Gao Han stood up, found a staff member, handed him his mobile phone, and asked him to help record his game as a souvenir. He walked onto the ring from the left;

At the same time, another strong man with muscles all over his body came up from the other side.

The two stood diagonally opposite each other, about five meters apart.

"Both sides are ready, the game begins." The referee did not waste any time and directly announced the start of the game. He took the initiative to retreat and let the two players out of the field.

This is a qualifying match before the official game of the Guanyun Cup. Not to mention the broadcast and the audience, even the official betting is too lazy to open the market for this, so the referee will not leave time for the players to explain the scene - it will be over.

Gao Han stepped forward easily, but the thicker man opposite looked cautious.

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Shi Fangzheng is a fitness instructor and martial arts enthusiast. He also participates in many Sanda training classes. With his muscular body, he is considered a rare expert in the eyes of ordinary people.

Last time, a group of young people had a quarrel in the gym that turned into a physical conflict, and it was Shi Fangzheng who calmed them down.

You know, there are a lot of dumbbells and barbells in the gym, and they are all heavy iron things. If these young people really get into a fight, they might kill someone if they just pick up a thing and hit it on the head.

Shi Fangzheng easily defeated the seven young men with three strikes, five divisions, and two moves - of course there were other fitness coaches who helped, but there was no doubt that he was the main force - which immediately caused a small sensation.

After that, Shi Fangzheng began to become famous. Not only did his fitness classes become much more expensive, but the sales of Haicheng Gym also increased a lot.

Because of this, some people encouraged Shi Fangzheng to participate in martial arts competitions, accumulate martial arts points, and obtain warrior certification.

If he really gets the samurai qualification, he will be a very powerful fitness instructor. His basic salary will be at least doubled, and the price of fitness classes will probably be doubled.

However, Shi Fangzheng has also fought against real Sanda masters, and he knows that against masters who are successful in martial arts, muscle alone is not enough.

If he really wanted to let go and be beaten, he would be kicked to the head with a whip. No matter how strong his muscles were, he couldn't withstand it and he would still be finished.

In Shi Fangzheng's view, to deal with real martial arts practitioners, he can only rely on his muscles to defend and counterattack, and bear the opponent's attacks in close combat. Even if he cannot overthrow his opponent and squeeze him out of the ring, it can still be regarded as a victory.

So Shi Fangzheng put his fists on both sides of his chin, arched his body slightly, and moved forward step by step like a clumsy giant bear - this doesn't look good, but it has fewer flaws.

"Brother Shi, come on!" His fellow gym mates cheered for him in the audience.

Before I could finish shouting "come on", my voice dropped an octave.

A figure flashed into the ring, and with a "bang" sound, Shi Fangzhengnuo's big body flew up and fell to the bottom of the ring.

"Step forward and kick!"

Gao Han's kick started from three meters away. He first took a step forward with his left foot, then followed his right foot with his left foot and landed on the ground for support. He raised his left foot and kicked forward, directly hitting the center of the opponent's chest.

Gao Han's "step forward kick" has almost no mystery at all. It just uses the word "fast" and is so fast that the opponent has no time to react.

Shi Fangzheng's eyes were dazzled. The opponent was clearly at a safe distance just now, but a big foot had already stepped on his chest.

He flew out of the ring without even seeing Gao Han's figure clearly.

However, Gao Han didn't use explosive force in this kick, he just used the soles of his feet to kick him out. The chest muscles of this athlete from the gym were well developed and he did not suffer any injuries.

"Boss Shi, are you okay?" The younger brother quickly helped him up.

"It's okay, it's okay. Did you see clearly how he kicked me down just now?" Shi Fangzheng got up and rubbed his chest, with a shocked look on his face.

It didn't hurt very much, but it felt a bit scary to be kicked off the ground.

"I took the photo."

"Send it to me later," Shi Fangzheng said, looking at Gao Han on the stage.

"So Boss Shi, can we leave?"
To be continued...