The bus stopped at a tourist area. After everyone got off the bus, Cao Dahua casually talked about a few precautions and hurriedly circled around Li Zhining's black silk legs. The students started looking for a place to eat lunch in twos and threes.

"Brother Zhao!" A deep voice sounded. Zhao Yulin looked up and saw that Lin Zixiang, who had fought with him before, was walking quickly from a distance. After not seeing Lin Zixiang for a few months, Lin Zixiang's body shape became more robust. He walked vigorously, and had the style of an external master.

"Brother Zhao, are you also here to participate in the free clinic? I wonder what department Brother Zhao specializes in?" Lin Zixiang walked over and stretched out his hand to Zhao Yulin.

"Professional treatment of bruises and sprains!" Zhao Yulin shook hands with Lin Zixiang and said with a smile.

"Haha!" George Lam laughed heartily. Zhao Yulin always felt that he was deliberately imitating the image of a martial arts master.

"The last time I fought with Brother Zhao, I felt that I was not strong enough. Later, I asked my father to get rid of the favor and spent a lot of money to become a disciple of an ancient martial arts family. Recently, I have made some progress. I planned to find Brother Zhao to spar with him after the summer vacation, but I didn't expect to meet him here first, haha!" George Lam held Zhao Yulin's hand and patted his shoulder, looking like an old acquaintance. He was obviously one level older than Zhao Yulin, but he called himself "little brother" and called Zhao Yulin "Brother Zhao", which also followed the rules of the ancient martial arts school that the strong are respected.

"Oh? Congratulations!" Zhao Yulin said casually. He could feel the strength of Lin Zishang's hands. However, even though Lin Zixiang thought he had improved a lot, he was still killed in seconds by him.

"It's a pity that the training time is too short, and many moves cannot be improved! Brother Zhao, look at this move!" Lin Zixiang retracted his hands and stood still, holding his hands loosely at his waist. Suddenly, his right hand bounced out and threw a small punch. After the punch, he looked at his right fist and nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the demonstration just now should have met his expectations.

As the saying goes, laymen see the excitement, while experts see the doorway. Lin Zixiang's right fist bounce is actually an evolution of the inch punch, which is suitable for short-distance bursts and can produce the effect of long-distance heavy punches. Although the Inch Punch is not a sophisticated martial arts skill, it is not something that can be taught casually. It seems that George Lam's father used his connections and spent money to buy some real kung fu.

"Well, not bad!" Zhao Yulin praised politely. "

Brother Zhao, please give me some advice! This move is indeed very powerful, but I can only perform a posture, but cannot apply it in actual combat. It is really useless!" George Lam said embarrassedly.

"Huh?" Zhao Yulin was puzzled. George Lam thought that the high-level moves that were difficult to learn were too common for him. But seeing that George Lam was satisfied with this move, it was probably a move that the other party was very good at. Was he going to share the kung fu that he bought with connections and spent a lot of money with others?

When Zhao Yulin asked about his doubts, George Lam waved his hands nonchalantly, "Chinese people have too much sectarianism, otherwise they would not have been bullied by the great powers a hundred years ago. If everyone puts aside their prejudices and contributes their own secret skills to practice together, why should we, the great Chinese, be afraid of those insects and dogs?"

Zhao Yulin crossed his arms and fell into deep thought. George Lam's words sounded reasonable, but it was extremely difficult to put them into practice. If all the aristocratic families and sects come together to contribute their own classics, who can guarantee that others will not keep their own secrets? Wouldn't the person who revealed all the secret skills of his family be an idiot? But if there is reservation, how can it be called studying and practicing together?

Unless there is a family that is so powerful that all other families and sects cannot resist it even if they unite, that family will first make public all its secrets, and then force other families and sects to make them public as well. Whoever does not contribute will be destroyed. Only in this way can all the classical secrets of China be made public.

But how can such an idealized scenario be possible? Apart from other things, it is impossible for a powerful family to make public its secrets. If it does so, wouldn't it be making its powerful secrets public and letting others learn them to threaten itself?

"Haha." Zhao Yulin smiled and nodded, without saying anything to refute George Lam's utopian ideal.

“Brother Zhao, look at this move again. This is what I think is the best move I’ve ever practiced!” George Lam didn’t care and continued to show off his recent achievements. He clenched his hands into claws, stretched out his right hand, and pressed down with his left hand, as if grabbing the enemy’s arm. Then he crossed his hands, twisted his right hand back, and pressed out with his left hand again, “How about it?” After the demonstration, George Lam couldn’t wait for George Lam’s comments.

This is a grappling move. If the grappling move is not used with joint techniques, it can only be regarded as a low-level martial arts. What George Lam demonstrated was a very accurate low-level martial arts...

But Zhao Yulin raised his eyebrows. If he only looked at this move, it was indeed ordinary. However, he noticed that when George Lam used the grappling move, his feet were standing in a Taekwondo posture, which means that the opponent combined the grappling move with Taekwondo!

When fighting with the enemy, if you have been using Taekwondo moves and suddenly use a grappling move... it is much more powerful than a inch punch!

"Your standing posture..."

"Alas, I've been practicing Taekwondo for too long, and I can't change it in a short time. My master also said that my upper body is grappling and my lower body is Taekwondo, and the fancy posture is useless! But I think it works quite well! I usually practice it secretly, and later I used this move to defeat a senior brother who had practiced for many years in our school during a sparring match! But my master was furious about this, saying that I was taking shortcuts and would never achieve great things. I guess if it wasn't for the face of the middleman, he would have kicked me out of the school at that time!" George Lam said angrily, "Brother Zhao, do you think I really did something wrong?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Zhao Yulin said decisively, "Your master... I'll have a fight with you sometime!" He originally wanted to say that the master who taught him martial arts was short-sighted and would never achieve great things, but the other party was after all the master of George Lam who taught martial arts, so Zhao Yulin changed his words. "

Really? That's great! When will we fight? How about now?" George Lam's face was full of excitement. He

is really a martial arts idiot... Zhao Yulin thought helplessly, "It's not good to fight in front of so many people, let's find another opportunity!"

"Oh, okay then..." George Lam's face flashed a trace of disappointment, and he suddenly had the urge to coax everyone else down the mountain, leaving only him and Zhao Yulin standing on the top of the mountain to fight it out!

He was so proud and full of energy! He was so full of energy! Although he might be knocked down in a short while...

"Brother Master! Brother Master!" Suddenly, another person ran over and shouted.

"Yang Fan!" Zhao Yulin greeted the newcomer.

"Brother Master, you are here too? Come and have some fruit!" Yang Fan was panting and carrying two large schoolbags filled with all kinds of fruit. "Fruits are the most suitable for camping. They quench your thirst, fill your stomach, and are not greasy. They are much better than bread and juice!" He threw the schoolbag on the ground and took out two washed apples and handed them to Zhao Yulin and Lin Zixiang.

The two of them didn't hesitate and started eating. Moreover, they felt that eating a few more apples could help Yang Fan relieve stress...

"Brother Master, do you want to have dinner together? I not only brought fruits, but also various foods, including bread, juice and so on!" Yang Fan carried his schoolbag and was about to invite Zhao Yulin to join him.

"There are many people over there, let's go to my place!" Zhao Yulin took the schoolbag from Yang Fan's hand and felt that it was quite heavy. It was estimated to be about 30 kilograms. Although this weight seemed to be weightless to Zhao Yulin, it was indeed not light for ordinary people. One bag was equivalent to the weight of a regular bottle of water. Wouldn't Yang Fan feel tired running around with two big bags?

"Are you coming too?" He asked George Lam casually.

"Okay!" George Lam agreed immediately as if he had been waiting for this sentence, and then waved to the two figures in the distance, "Brother Zhao and I will eat together!"

The two figures quickly shrank their heads. Zhao Yulin just felt very funny. Why did he always get involved with Wen Shaohua and Li Xiaofu, two gangsters, and get into trouble?

Zhao Yulin casually picked up a bag and walked towards Sun Leling. When Yang Fan was about to pick up another bag, it was already picked up by George Lam.

"Let's go!" George Lam put on the posture of a martial arts master again, walking vigorously and deliberately hanging the bag on his arm. It didn't matter if he would rather put in a little more effort to look good.

"Oh! There are so many people!" George Lam followed Zhao Yulin to Sun Leling and greeted them in a familiar manner. At this time, Zhou Caifeng, Zhou Yidian, Chen Siyao, Chen Meiyi, He Qinglang, Yang Jisheng and Leng Hanshuang had also gathered here. When they saw him coming, they all raised their heads and smiled at him. Yang Jisheng hurriedly stood up and took the big bags from the two of them.

Zhou Caifeng and Chen Siyao were students, so it was normal for them to get together with Sun Leling. Yang Jisheng and Leng Hanshuang were a driver and a nanny respectively, so it didn't matter where they went to eat. Chen Meiyi and He Qinglang, as teachers, must eat with the students, so they came over with this excuse. Huang Shuanghu and Huang Wenqi, father and son, came with the armed police after all, so they still had to pay attention to the impact. When the students were having fun and eating, they still had to stay outside to be on guard, so they couldn't come over.

"Xiao Ling gets guidance from Brother Zhao every day, I'm afraid he's much stronger than me, right? Let's have a sparring match after dinner!" George Lam and Sun Leling were both members of the Taekwondo Association, and they were very familiar with each other.

"Let him teach me? Ha! I don't want that!" Sun Lok Ling sneered.

"Waste your time!" This is what George Lam said about Sun Lok Ling.