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    Chapter 272 Royal Instructor, the number one master?  The British government reception staff accompanying Zhang Yi were a little confused.  Zhang Yi came to the UK for the first time. He didn¡¯t visit so many places, but the first place he went to was a Chinese martial arts gym.  Zhang Yi is a martial arts practitioner, everyone knows this.  But in the opinion of the receptionist, it is inevitable that a master like Zhang Yi would have an identity if he went to a martial arts gym in person.  What's more, Zhang Yi's martial arts building is much bigger and more upscale than this martial arts gym.  Zhang Yi came to this martial arts gym to visit Master Li Shengxing.  When we arrived at the martial arts hall, many people gathered outside the martial arts hall, seemingly watching the excitement.  "Boss, it seems that someone is kicking the gym!" Li Xiao, who is nearly two meters tall, has some advantages over others. He looked inside and said to Zhang Yi.  "Playing in the gym? Haha. Go in and have a look." Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi smiled and said.  It¡¯s not like Zhang Yi has never seen kicking a gymnasium before. In his last life, he never played gymnastics less often.  Playing in the gym will naturally not be silent, there will definitely be some movement.  Otherwise, playing in the gym would be meaningless.  Li Xiao and Lin Xiao separated from the onlookers and walked inside.  The onlookers were about to complain, but when they saw Li Xiao's tallness and fierce muscles, they immediately held back their words timidly.  ¡°The Chinese guy who came in just now seems familiar.¡± A bystander pulled the person next to him and said.  "Isn't that what Chinese people are like?" The man said disdainfully, then stepped up and looked inside.  "No. I seem to have seen it on TV or in newspapers. He should be very famous. I should know his name, but why can't I remember it?" The man racked his brains to respond.  But it seems to be right in front of you, but out of reach.  "A very famous Chinese? Is Zhang Yi as famous as him?" The man said lightly, without turning his head, still looking inside.  "Zhang Yi! Yes, he is Zhang Yi! This is how he came to London." The man suddenly thought about it.  I was suddenly excited beyond belief.  "What! Zhang Yi! Where, where?" When the man heard this, he turned around quickly, not caring about the excitement inside, grabbed the man and asked.  "We just went in!" The man said a little frustrated, but there was some excitement in his eyes.  "Hehe, it looks good now." The man chuckled, stepped forward and looked inside, full of expectation.  Zhang Yi came to the door of the martial arts hall.  Just like everyone else, he was stopped by several Chinese disciples from the martial arts school.  Zhang Yi glanced inside. Two groups of people were facing each other in the hall, and it was obvious that they had not started fighting yet.  In the center of the hall sat an old boxer in his seventies or eighties, wearing a white coat, looking at the people in front of him calmly.  And beside him, stood several middle-aged people.  Opposite him, there was a group of people standing, one of whom was talking volubly.  It seemed like he was trying to find a lame excuse to make the kick-off fair and square.  "That should be Master Li Shengxing, right?" Zhang Yi glanced inside and said casually.  Then he looked at the martial arts disciple who stopped him and smiled.  He said, "Please let me know that Zhang Yi from Hong Kong is here to visit Master Li Shengxing." "You, you are Zhang from Hong Kong. Zhang Yi, Master Zhang?" When the disciple heard this, he looked at Zhang Yi in shock.  Just now, I felt that the person in front of me looked familiar, and Zhang Yi's name flashed in my mind. I thought it was just imagination, but I didn't expect that it was actually him.  After the kidnapping case, Zhang Yi was well known in the world.  And his attire has become the object of imitation.  Nowadays, there are too many people dressing up like him, which has dazzled everyone and made them blurry about Zhang Yi's appearance.  The martial arts disciples were nervous and excited, and before they had time to report it, it seemed that Master Li Shengxing heard it.  He stood up and looked at Zhang Yi with a smile.  And this move of his made the person opposite him stunned and a little confused.  And when Li Shengxing stood up and ignored them and walked towards the door, those people suddenly felt an ignored anger stirring in their chests.  Then he turned and looked towards the door.  "Master Zhang, I apologize for missing the welcome from afar. I didn't expect Master Zhang to actually arrive in London." Li Shengxing said to Zhang Yi at the door.  "Haha, Master Li, you're so polite. It's too much of a bother." Zhang Yi returned the greeting and said.  "Where. Where! Welcome, please come inside." Li Shengxing said immediately.  Zhang Yi was not polite and walked in immediately. Zhang Yi naturally ignored those people who were a little shocked, a little excited, and even a little expectant.  "Have fun, go and bring a chair for Master Zhang." Li Shengxing said to a middle-aged man next to him.  NazhongThe young man glanced at Zhang Yi, then nodded and went to move a chair for Zhang Yi.  The middle-aged man's name is Wan Chengxing. He is Li Shengxing's eldest disciple and a well-known master in the British martial arts community.  Although he was a little dissatisfied, he had to admit that Zhang Yi was now qualified to sit on the chair he moved in front of Li Shengxing.  He didn't have the qualifications to sit in front of his master, but Zhang Yi did.  "Master Li seems to favor one over the other! We have been here for so long and have never sat down. As soon as he, a young man, came, he asked Master Wan to move a chair. Don't you Chinese pay attention to etiquette? Is this what the etiquette says?" The person opposite  A middle-aged man said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.  He spoke English, and next to him was a foreign girl in her twenties, staring at Zhang Yi with a smile on her face.  Fortunately, Li Sheng heard what the man said, glanced at Zhang Yi, smiled and said, "My friend is here. Not only are there chairs, but there is also wine. I wonder, Mr. Yamamoto, you are here with friendship this time?" "Hmph!"  The guy named Yamamoto snorted coldly and glanced at Zhang Yi, with a trace of hatred flashing in his eyes.  Zhang Yi noticed the hatred in that guy's eyes and was confused but didn't take it seriously.  "Are you Zhang Yi?" The woman next to Yamamoto suddenly asked Zhang Yi.  "That's me." Zhang Yi said lightly.  "I heard that your Chinese Kung Fu is very good?" the woman said again.  ¡°So what if you¡¯re awesome, so what if you¡¯re not awesome?¡± Zhang Yi said with a nonchalant expression.  The woman frowned, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yi's attitude, her tone became not very polite, and then said: "Are you as good as Mr. Yamamoto? He is the number one master in the UK." "The number one master?"  Zhang Yi smiled, glanced at Yamamoto, and then looked at Li Shengxing.  "Of course, he is an instructor hired by the royal family." The woman said immediately, and when she talked about the royal family, she looked proud.  "Haha, does the royal family hire the best master?" Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Japanese royal instructor Yi Guoyuan is known as Japan's best practical master. I think there are many people in Japan who are better than him in kung fu." Zhang  Although Yi did not explicitly say that Yamamoto was not the number one master, it was self-evident in his words.  Naturally, Yamamoto heard it and looked at Zhang Yi with even deeper hatred.  Because of this guy in front of him, the position of the British Royal Instructor is naturally in jeopardy.  Being a royal instructor is not only an honor, but also involves huge interests.  As instructors of the British royal family, karate masters have an immeasurable role in the development of karate in the UK.  But just because of the appearance of this person in front of them, many people in the British royal family are already interested in hiring Chinese boxers as royal martial arts instructors.  In the UK, the karate market has been squeezed by Chinese kung fu due to the emergence of Zhang Yi, and has shrunk extremely. If the royal instructors are replaced by Chinese boxers, the losses to karate will be immeasurable.  This is why he brought people here today.  Among them, the woman next to him is a British princess, which means she is the most active in changing instructors.  The most famous Chinese martial arts gym in London was brought here just to prove to her that karate is better than Chinese Kung Fu.  And he knew that the main reason why this princess was so eager to change to a Chinese boxer as an instructor was her admiration, or in other words, obsession with the guy in front of her.  ¡°Damn actor, he actually appeared at this time!  "You won't know if you want to be the number one master if you don't deserve it." Yamamoto looked at Zhang Yi and said coldly, with a strong murderous intent hidden in his eagerness to try.  "You want to fight me?" Zhang Yi smiled nonchalantly and said.  "Do you dare?" Yamamoto said excitedly.  (To be continued)
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