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- Wang Yue and Cao Jingjing drove quickly, and after a while, they arrived at a newly developed luxury villa compound in the suburbs of Beijing. This is a community built by Shanxi developers themselves. Everywhere is magnificently decorated, and lines are painted with gold-colored paint on the road. It gives off a strong nouveau riche atmosphere. As soon as the two entered the community, they saw a dozen young men and women wearing brand-name sportswear practicing the Xinyi Fist routine on the grass next to the pond.
"Are you Cao Jingjing?" I saw Wang Yue and Cao Jingjing walking over. A female boxer in a snow-white sportswear, about thirty years old, with her hair tied into a side ponytail and an arrogant look on her face. The middle-aged man next to the female boxer has a strong suit and sharp eyes. He is this woman's senior brother Dai Hong. Wang Yue is sensitive about his identity, so he adjusted his appearance and voice. Coupled with his breakthrough in kung fu, his temperament has changed greatly and has become more restrained. Underneath, he looked like an ordinary passerby and was naturally ignored.
"Hello, Master Zhou." Cao Jingjing was very polite. Obviously, this woman is Zhou Yuxin.
"Well, judging from the way you walk, you have some skills. Our Xinyi Sect accepts disciples mainly based on their character, but Cao Yi and I are friends. By the way, have you had dinner?" The woman suddenly changed the topic. Asked Cao Jingjing if she had eaten.
"I've eaten." Cao Jingjing said.
"Huh? What are you eating?" A smile appeared on the woman's face.
"Can you take care of this?" Wang Yue's eyes shrank, he took a step forward, and said disdainfully as he stood in front of his girlfriend without waiting for her answer.
"How brave! Who are you? Why do you interfere when I accept a disciple?" Zhou Yuxin pointed at Wang Yue and scolded.
"Jingjing came here to refuse this apprenticeship. You are not qualified to know who I am. Also, I advise you not to follow those old and stinky rules when accepting disciples in the future. Those who humiliate others will always humiliate them." Wang Yue said coldly.
Wang Yue had seen some old rules in Tang Zichen's "Records of Chinese Martial Arts". That is to say, in the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, when many martial artists met for the first time to accept apprentices, they would ask if they had eaten yet and what they had eaten. After the person who wanted to become their apprentice had spoken, they would casually press the stomach to make it churn and turn the martial arts master into a disciple. All the food inside is vomited out, so as to judge the character of the person who came to be a disciple. On the other hand, it is to show that he does have real skills. In short, this is a way to show off one's own skills and give the new apprentice a way to show off.
Just imagine, if Zhou Yuxin did this to Cao Jingjing, Wang Yue would probably kill her in a rage.
"That's such a loud tone, let me see what you are capable of." Zhou Yuxin's eyes turned cold and she said angrily. She was used to being arrogant and domineering, so if someone taught her a lesson, she couldn't help it.
She leaned forward, took a big step forward with her left foot, and accurately inserted it into the crotch between Wang Yue's legs. She raised her knees forward and pushed them against the lower body. At the same time, she punched Wang Yue with her left hand. Throat cartilage, captured with the right hand. It is the "bow-drawing frame" in Xinyi Bengquan.
This hand is like a flying arrow, a wolf rush, a frontal attack, there are killers everywhere, even if a veteran of Huajin encounters it, he must avoid the edge temporarily. Unfortunately, what he encountered was Wang Yue. No matter how clever or powerful Zhou Yuxin's moves were, there was an absolute gap in strength and speed, and there was only one result. Wang Yue just kicked out a simple kick. This kick seemed ordinary and went directly to Zhou Yuxin's knee.
But Dai Hong's face was very gloomy. He looked at the situation in front of him. When Wang Yue took action, his pupils suddenly shrank like the eyes of a needle and he shouted hurriedly, "Be merciful!"
Suddenly, Zhou Yuxin felt that she was hit head-on by a speeding giant truck. The next second, she was lying two feet away. She just felt as if her entire leg had been smashed to pieces. The pain was so extreme that she collapsed to the ground, unable to move at all. This was because Wang Yue showed mercy, otherwise she would have been killed if her leg bones were directly inserted into her internal organs.
Dai Hong rushed forward, checked the junior sister¡¯s injuries, and said with relief, ¡°Fortunately, it¡¯s nothing serious!¡±
After this action, more than a dozen disciples from the Shanxi Sports Committee and several other boxer coaches gathered around Wang Yue and Cao Jingjing, all looking very hostile. The atmosphere became extremely tense, as if a disagreement could turn into a group fight.
"Master Dai, what do you mean?" Wang Yue said seriously.
"Please disperse, junior sister, no offense intended, please forgive me, my friend." Dai Hong looked helpless, and the flesh on his face twitched twice. As soon as these words came out, the Shanxi martial arts master on the side was completely confused. What kind of situation is this? You come to beat someone and you have to ask for forgiveness?
Cao Jingjing finally figured it out. Dai Hong must have recognized Wang Yue from their previous fight. As for why he was so respectful, he must have a close relationship with the Dragon Soul Team.
"Brother, are you crazy?" Zhou Yuxin took Dai Hong's arm, stood up with difficulty, and said fiercely:"If he comes today, don't even think about leaving." As soon as she finished speaking, more than ten young people rushed in from a distance, all holding Remington shotguns in their hands.
These young people pointed at Wang Yue and Cao Jingjing from a distance, looking like they had been trained and skilled. Cao Jingjing's face changed. This was the Shanxi coal mine boss's private armed force, also called the mine protection team. She didn't expect that someone would dare to bring the mine protection team's private armed forces to Beijing. How powerful this was.
"No matter how powerful your martial arts is, how are you doing now? Can you withstand a shotgun?" Zhou Yuxin said with confidence now that she had the strength to rely on. The old man in her family is the president of the Shanxi Coal Import and Export Association. He can be said to be an upstart billionaire. He can kill hundreds of people by throwing money casually, in large bundles.
It¡¯s a pity that Wang Yue is still calm and calm, as if the young man in front of him is holding a toy gun. However, he does have the capital to be calm and can handle himself on a battlefield with tens of millions of people. These are nothing in comparison.
"Junior sister! Let them put down their guns quickly, otherwise they will be in big trouble." Seeing this situation, Dai Hong, a veteran boxer, almost collapsed and used his gun to deal with the emperor's most valued professional. General, and this person is also the leader of Dragon Soul, this is simply tantamount to rebellion, no, this is rebellion.
"Brother, what are you afraid of? I am not afraid of this young man even if he is a third-generation red man. The person who hurts me will never end well." Zhou Yuxin said crazily. After saying that, he took a shotgun from one of his bodyguards and clicked the safety button. The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at Wang Yue's head.
Seeing that she had completely controlled the situation, a look of triumph and pride flashed across her face, and she said, "So what if you are good at kung fu? Can you be better than Cheng Tinghua? Cheng Tinghua was shot to death, and the shotgun in my hand is better than that The foreign guns of that time were more than a hundred times more advanced."
"Junior sister, be careful of fire!" Seeing Zhou Yuxin's posture, Dai Hong was about to cry and hurriedly held her back.
At the moment of pulling, Wang Yue moved, incredibly fast. With one lunge, he stretched out his hand and pinched Zhou Yuxin's numb wrist. Before Zhou Yuxin could react, her body went limp, and the shotgun had been Wang Yue captured it. Then he was punched left and right, hit on the shoulders, abdomen, buttocks, hands, feet, and backed. In an instant, more than ten bodyguards from the mine protection team were all knocked down, fell several feet away, and struggled on the ground. All the shotguns in their hands fell to the ground, but no one had the strength to pick them up.
"The quality of these people is so poor. They are not even as good as one-tenth of the least outstanding warriors in Dragon Soul. It is a joke to hold a gun without turning on the safety and to play with it in fear of death." Wang Yue said with a bitter smile. Dealing with such a low-level character made him feel guilty for bullying a child.
"Is this still a human being?" Zhou Yuxin was stunned for a moment, completely dumbfounded, with her mouth open and speechless.
"Dai Hong, this matter is not over yet." Wang Yue took Cao Jingjing and walked out directly without looking back, leaving a group of people looking at each other.
The next second Wang Yue left the door, all the Remington shotguns on the ground were shattered. It turned out that there were already many snipers ambushing around, and they shot and destroyed the shotguns.
After a while, Dai Hong, Zhou Yuxin, and several Shanxi boxers and the young disciples recovered from their shock.
"Junior sister, you can't afford to offend this person. Stay away from him from now on and don't think about revenge." Dai Hong let out a long breath. To be honest, even if Wang Yue ordered them to be shot and killed, nothing would happen to them. The fact that he brought illegal guns into Beijing was enough to make them suffer and walk away.
"Why do you want revenge? It's too late for me to like you. To be honest, this man is too handsome, both in terms of martial arts and power. He is too powerful. Senior brother should know him, who is he?" Zhou Yuxin changed her previous name. Proud, excited.
"" Dai Hong was speechless.
At night, in the sports committee, in the office.
Liao Junhua was sitting alone in the office, watching the details of this "Martial Arts Golden Sword" exchange meeting. This "Martial Arts Golden Sword" exchange meeting is the largest exchange of martial arts among China, Japan and South Korea. However, fighters and fighting masters from other countries can participate, and there are no restrictions on nationality.
"Who!" Just when Liao Junhua was in a daze, suddenly, his ears trembled violently, and the hairs on his neck stood up, like a cockfight. He is a master of energy transformation and his whole body is extremely sensitive. His eyes looked towards the window, which suddenly opened, and a shadow flashed in, silently.
"Brother Liao, you seem to have regressed." The figure walked out of the darkness, with his signature handsome face, naturally it was Wang Yue.
"It's Brother Wang, you've made progress again. But why are you coming to the Sports Committee so late, what's the important thing?" Liao Junhua felt that he was right.??The bottomless breath disappears and appears intermittently, creating a thought in the bottom of my heart that cannot compete with it.
"If you come blatantly, those people will not be able to sleep." Wang Yue was not polite. He opened the wine cabinet in the office, took out a bottle of precious vintage Lafite, and opened the bottle with two fingers. Gai, poured two glasses, handed one to Liao Junhua, then drank a glass as if he wanted to drink water, and smiled slightly.
"My good wine is drunk in this way, and sooner or later you will finish it." Liao Junhua said with some distress while sipping the red wine.
"Well, the wine is good, but it just lacks a little punch." Wang Yue seemed to have something to say.
"This time I was put on stage by them. My cousin originally wanted me to turn down the title of team leader, but I was unwilling to do so. I have been practicing Chinese martial arts for nearly twenty years. It is my duty to promote Chinese martial arts and win the exchange meeting. "Liao Junhua said excitedly. When he was young, he was the top thug of Hongmen in the United States. He is a battle-experienced character. The more pressure there is on him, the more he can shoulder it.
"Guoshu only kills enemies, not performs. The hype this time is a bit too much. Especially the 24K pure gold long sword inlaid with diamonds with the word "Martial Arts" jointly created by the Korean and Japanese martial arts circles, the excitement of the competition They were all destroyed. Besides, their forging skills are not very good." Wang Yue shook his head. This "Martial Arts Golden Sword" competition is known as an exchange event with unprecedented scale, the highest level, the highest prize money, and the highest honor in the history of the world. But will real experts participate? The golden sword over there is simply an insult to some masters. What's more, some masters are living in seclusion, some are aloof and look down on the sports committee, and some masters will not reveal their strength easily. Most masters have personalities.
"This grand event is supported by many large financial groups in Japan and South Korea. In addition, 50% is also funded by large financial groups in the United States. The hype and the golden sword are just the prelude, because from the beginning "This competition exchange is aimed at breaking the myth of Chinese martial arts." Liao Junhua rubbed his temples to relieve fatigue.
"How is the lineup this time?" Wang Yue asked.
"Hey! There are too many masters this time! Among the young people in the Celestial Dynasty, Cao Jingjing and Huo Ling'er are the only ones with the most profound skills. This time our martial artists are not good enough. Only one Wu Quannan has a better kung fu. Lin Tingfeng, Dai Hong, and Duan Guochao are also good. Compared with Liu Qing and Jiang Hai, there are many Japanese and Korean martial arts masters who are very good. "Two of the three masters of the Shaolin Temple died, one was disabled, and Zhou Binglin also lost his hand. Otherwise, our lineup would still have a better chance of winning this time," Liao Junhua analyzed.
"These are just the tip of the iceberg of the country's martial arts masters. There are only a few real masters. These masters who are capable seem to have a good background. It is estimated that it will not be easy to reconcile the relationship." Wang Yue hit the nail on the head.
This exchange meeting has huge benefits, huge appearance fees, and huge reputation. Those who have connections will use them, and even others will recruit troops among them. How many masters can actually participate in the competition? Even if there are experts with strong backgrounds and disobedience, internal fighting is normal. Although Liao Junhua is the temporary leader, if all his people are replaced, there is no doubt that a large number of people will be offended. This is why Wang Yue said that he has lost his momentum.
"Headache, headache! It's a pity that the identities of you and Wang Chao are too sensitive. Otherwise, just one of them would be invincible. Hey, if this exchange competition fails, our boxing and kung fu will be even more notorious than football." , Hey! Then I can commit suicide. My master will not forgive me in the first place." Liao Junhua is ready to die.
Wang Yue casually picked up the information on his desk and looked through it with a smile, "Iga Gen, Funakoshi Yamada, Tamura Nobuko, Ueshiba Maruko, Mitsui Fujio, Kanoji Goda, it's interesting, the Japanese martial arts world is basically The top ten martial artists in actual combat have all brought their apprentices to exchanges, including Kodokan, Royal Bukai, Hwarang-ryu, Changbai-ryu, Gracie Judo, kicking, American full contact style, Filipino boxing, Muay Thai, and kicking. Tao, American Jeet Kune Do, the scale of this competition is indeed unprecedented.¡±
¡°You¡¯re still kidding, I¡¯m going crazy for this game.¡± Liao Junhua felt unbalanced.
"After drinking so much of your good wine, I naturally won't drink it in vain." Wang Yue looked calm, turned to the door and said, "Brother Ba, since you are here, let's go in and have a few drinks."
"Haha" A nine-foot strong man pushed open the door and entered with a majestic and majestic stride, "I still can't hide it from Brother Wang's ears, but I will not drink the red wine of capitalism. It is equivalent to drinking the blood of the common people. The boy named Liao should go directly to the most powerful Erguotou."
"It's Senior Ba, you're out of prison!" Liao Junhua's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.
"If you want to kill the Japanese, how can youYou killed me, Balimin. "Ba Liming said cheerfully.
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