Chapter 413 Are You Going To Hang Out With The Poor?

After listening, Liu Ru nodded and walked directly to the fighting club.

Fighting Club is also a very old society in Yizhou University. At the beginning of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, it had its predecessor, Guoshu Club.

Later, the Guoshu Club split into a fighting club and a martial arts club.

The Wushu Club inherited the characteristics of the Guoshu Club, and basically learned traditional martial arts, such as Taijiquan and Baguazhang.

The fighting club, which has attracted many foreign students and invited many foreign fighting masters to train, is getting closer and closer to internationalization.

Originally, there was nothing to say about such diversified fighting.

It's just this fighting club, because of the joining of some wealthy princes, and the inferiority of the Chinese people in recent decades, and the blind obedience of foreigners.

As a result, the atmosphere of the fighting club is getting worse and worse, even completely abandoning the national martial arts and dismissing the national martial arts.

Once a foreigner wants to join, they can let the foreigner join for free, but if it is a national, the fee is very high.

As a result, they have become arrogant and proud, squeezing out the people who have no money.

But it is precisely because of this that the fighting club is very rich, and even has an independent training building at Yizhou University.

"This fighting club is very rich. I heard that this training building was originally an abandoned old building. The principal had to be rebuilt. Later, it was rented out by the rich second generation of some fighting clubs. After some renovations, it looks like it really is. large and luxurious."

Cui Zihao himself is also a member of the fighting club, but because he has been with Fang Chuan, he does not consider himself a member of the fighting club.

He introduced while walking.

"Yeah." Fang Chuan nodded, passing through the corridor, they could see some photos hanging on the corridor, as well as a brief introduction.

The people on these walls are all people who have participated in fighting clubs in the past and have a reputation outside. This is equivalent to their hall of honor.

"The people in the fighting club are really good at fighting. Before we fought with them, we didn't even have a hand." Li Dong said with a dissatisfied expression.

Cui Zihao sighed: "Although the people in the fighting club are not very good, the coaches they hire are real fighting masters. Moreover, the fighting club itself has strict rules and members basically have to participate in training, so their fighting skills are very good. it is good."

"Indeed, people who have been trained are different from those who have not." Fang Chuan nodded.

After a while, they had come to a gate, here was a hall, and it said, Primary Training Room.

"Cui Zihao!" At this moment, a burly boy inside walked in with a dissatisfaction look and looked at Cui Zihao, "Why haven't you been training lately, do you want to be expelled?"

"Shen Feng, I haven't had time recently, so I asked the coach for leave." Cui Zihao said with a wry smile.

Recently, he has not had time to train, he has been serving Liu Ru and the others with delicious food and drinking, and mingle with them.

He also understands that although the fighting club is also a good place to pull people together, it is the right way to get on Fang Chuan's car.

This is why he chose to come to the fighting club with Fang Chuan.

"Where is your vice president?" Fang Chuan waved his hand, interrupting the conversation between Shen Feng and Cui Zihao, and asked lightly.

"Who are you?" Shen Feng glanced at Fang Chuan and sneered. "Can you find the vice president?"

He looked at Cui Zihao again: "Cui Zihao, if you don't come to train, why don't you bring everyone here?"

He pointed to Liu Ru and several people: "Looking at their clothes, you know they are poor ghosts. When those foreigners saw them, they thought there were these poor people in our fighting club!"

"What's wrong with being poor? At least we are still descendants of Yan and Huang, how about you?" Liu Ru was immediately angry.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Feng's face sank, and he sneered, "The descendants of Yanhuang, only you? Bah! Why do you call descendants of Yanhuang? You are nothing but garbage generated in the course of history. You say , What can you leave in history?"

He said coldly again: "What contribution do you have to this society? How much tax did you pay and how much did you do? You live, rely on us to provide jobs, rubbish!"

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Shen Feng? Is anyone coming to kick the gym again?"

"What's wrong with these poor people today, come and kick the gym one by one, thinking that our fighting club is easy to bully?"

"Brothers, the president, they are going to deal with the scum of the martial arts club, let's deal with these ordinary scum!"

At this moment, more than a dozen people came out of the primary training room. They were wearing Taekwondo uniforms and ran out aggressively. They looked at Fang Chuan with bad eyes.

"I don't know if it's here to kick the pavilion, but we should teach them about these **** and let them know that if we live on our own, we must have corresponding respect." Shen Feng sneered and pointed at Cui Zihao In the chest, "Cui Zihao, you are a rich second generation at any rate, are you going to **** with them or with us?"

"Cui Zihao, are you stupid to go with these poor people?"

"Forget it, I think he is also a stupid, and if his family goes bankrupt, he will become a poor ghost!"

After hearing Shen Feng's words, everyone sneered at Cui Zihao, sneered again and again, and looked down upon Cui Zihao in the slightest.

"I heard that the people in the fighting club are all brain-disabled. When I saw it today, it really was." Liu Ru couldn't help but smile.

"It's true that the brain is disabled, there is nothing to say, it is rare to see such a brain disabled person." Chen Ke pointed at Lanhua and said quickly.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Feng and others were inexhaustible.

"Alright." Fang Chuan waved his hand, "Don't say it, it doesn't make sense, I will ask you, where is Li Haoran?"

"The vice president is upstairs, dealing with the dregs of martial arts clubs like you." Shen Feng sneered, pressing his fingers into creaks, and looking at Fang Chuan badly, "And now, we have to deal with you like this. dross!"

Before he could finish his words, Fang Chuan slapped Fang Chuan suddenly and flew out with a slap in the face.

Shen Feng screamed, fell to the ground, and then fainted.

"This guy dares to do it, everyone!"

"Kill him!"

The members of the fighting club, when they saw Fang Chuan start their hands, no matter where they could bear it, they roared and rushed in front of Fang Chuan.

They have a lot of people, and they know a little bit of fighting skills and grappling skills.

Some people practice taekwondo, some practice karate, some practice judo, and very few practice military police fighting and Israeli fighting skills.

However, they don't even count as getting started, but they can play a little bit better than ordinary people, and they don't necessarily win when they encounter stronger players.

It's just that they are now, mainly because of the large number of people, so they don't put Fang Chuan in their eyes, as if they have seen Fang Chuan knocked on the ground by them.