Chapter 879

After hearing Wang Yong's provocative words, the South Korean people around him made another uproar and began to yell at Wang Yong.

What's more, he directly threw the mineral water bottle in his hand at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong dodged the water bottle. But it was the disciple who led Wang Yong into the National Institute of technology.

The disciple of the National Institute of technology touched his head, glared at the water bottle thrower angrily, and said, "you are losing the face of South Korea! The most important thing of Taekwondo in South Korea is etiquette. What's the difference between your behavior and shrews? Even if the teacher wins, he will be called dishonorable! "

After being reprimanded by the disciple, the people around him immediately calmed down.

Wang Yong snorted, said nothing, turned and walked into the venue.

Although the disciple of the National Institute of technology spoke in a dignified manner, he would not have stood up and said such words if the water bottle hadn't hit him.

After all, it's an ass problem. When it comes to your own interests, your butt will naturally be crooked. It can be seen how difficult it is for people to maintain a neutral attitude in the world.

After entering the venue, someone will close the door of the venue, isolating the outside world.

The simple decoration style of the National Institute of technology has the harmonious charm of Taiji Yin and Yang, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling.

However, the venue chosen by kingkeelung is not in the venue.

It's somewhere else.

"Must it be so?" At this time, Jin Jingyin appeared, quietly looked at Wang Yong and asked.

With some apologies, Wang Yong said, "the situation forces us, we have to. I think your grandfather is more determined than me in this matter

"What do you mean?" Jin Jingyin frowned and didn't understand.

Wang Yong is not willing to say, just smile, let jinjingyin take him to see jinjilong.

"This way." Jin Jingyin brings Wang Yong into the backyard of the National Academy of technology.

This is the residence of Jin Jingyin's family. Few people enter it at ordinary times.

The small courtyard is decorated fresh and elegant, several decoration can see the delicate air, obviously from Jin Jingyin's hand.

"The yard is beautiful." Wang Yong praised.

Jin Jingyin's face was flat and said, "thank you."

How can she pay attention to other people's opinions on her aesthetic level now? My grandfather is about to fight a life and death battle with others, but his opponent is still a person with delicate relationship with her.

She is full of thoughts occupied by this matter, can't tell a trace of leisure.

"Coming?" Jin Jilong stood at the door of a quiet room, saw Wang Yong coming, and said.

It's like two old friends who have known each other for a long time. There is no difference between them.

Wang Yong nodded and went to jinjilong.

"I know you're here for that thing. But if you want to take it away, you have to ask me this old bone first. " Golden longan burst out of light fire, said.

But Wang Yong laughed: "do you really think I can't see that this is the strategy you and Li Zaixian jointly set up? Such an important manual is the treasure of the town hall everywhere. Instead of keeping it well, the party concerned should let it appear in an ancient book, which is unreasonable. In addition, Li Zaixian wants to push you out so much that he doesn't hesitate to say that you are the real patron saint of South Korea. It's even more proof that there's something going on between you, because that's the only way I'm willing to come and die. "

Jin Jilong gaped, and all the prepared words choked in his throat.

That's not right! Why doesn't this guy play the game?

Seeing that Jin Jilong didn't speak, Wang Yong laughed more and more brightly: "it seems that I accidentally got it right. But you're right. I really want that, so I'm here

"That's good. I'll spare you the trouble! Kill me, that thing is yours! On the contrary, I will really become the patron saint of South Korea and be respected by all the people! " Jin Jilong tone a change, sternly way.

"Just what I want!" Wang Yong also restrained his smile and became serious.

Jin Jingyin, standing next to her, did not expect that when they met, it would be this kind of painting style.

Originally, she wanted to make peace, but they didn't give her any room to make peace. It's no different from a gangster who swears to kill his family after a street fight.

We are all masters of martial arts. Why can't we cherish our lives?

And more importantly, Jin Jingyin understood the meaning of Wang Yong's previous sentence. No wonder Wang Yong said that his grandfather's determination to fight was more resolute than Wang Yong's. it turned out that Li Zaixian and his grandfather had reached a plan that day!

"Wang Yong! Grandfather

Jin Jingyin is missing, but Wang Yong and Jin Jilong have entered the quiet room and closed the door.

Jin Jingyin could only shout in vain, but she did not dare to break in.

This quiet room is used by my grandfather when he practices meditation. Usually, no one dares to enter it without my grandfather's permission.

Jin Jingyin is no exception.

Growing up, she only intruded once. And that time left a deep impression on her.

There is a incomplete cauldron stove in one corner of the room, which seems to have magic power to attract her deeply.

At that time, she almost went astray. If her grandfather hadn't saved her at the critical moment, I'm afraid she would have been either stupid or dead for many years.

Since then, she has never dared to step further.

Just, why does grandfather want to compete with Wang Yong in this room? Is "that thing" in Wang Yong's mouth the incomplete cauldron?

Jin Jingyin has a lot of questions to ask, but she can't find anyone to ask. She can only stand quietly in the yard, like a lonely magnolia tree.

Quiet room.

After jinjilong walked in, he took off his coat and showed his tight muscles.

Even though he is 60 years old, jinjilong still has the physique equal to that of young people. Like a dragon, the muscle blocks protruding layer upon layer contain explosive power.

Wang Yong glanced at it and immediately knew that jinjilong was worthy of its reputation and that it was really inherited from the martial arts.

Unlike many Taekwondo masters, they can only rely on their young brute force to practice fierce moves. When I get old, all kinds of problems appear all over my body. I can't resist and I can't lift them. It's comparable to grade three disability.

This is the sequelae of improper practice, only practicing martial arts, but not mental training.

The same is true of Chinese martial arts. In middle age, those who practice outside boxing turn to inside boxing. Because the inner family boxing is the root of long-term vision, in the long run, the outer family boxing is more like the overdraft.

"Brush", jinjilong from the table next to a slightly curved sword.

He held the sword in his hands, gently holding it in his hands, and slowly cutting two centimeters in the air, like cutting through a thick layer of steel.

After a while, he took a breath and looked at Wang Yong: "I use the sword. What about you?"

Wang Yong a smile: "coincidentally, I also use the sword."

Jin Jilong nodded and said, "my sword skill is handed down from Huaxi temple. There is no move, only the simplest way is to draw the sword and return to the scabbard. And you? "

"It's also a coincidence that my sword skill is also handed down from the famous Chinese ancient temple. There is no move, only the simplest chop and stab." Wang Yong replied.

Jinjilong's Kendo is called Haidong kendo. It's a kind of mind flow kendo. It really doesn't pay attention to moves.

Wang Yong's sword technique is also learned from Zhang Daoling's Wudang thirteen swords. There are no advanced moves in it, only thirteen basic sword techniques. Smoke, carry, lift, check, strike, stab, point, break, stir, press, chop, cut and wash.

"It's a coincidence. Where's your sword? " Jinji longan in a flash surprised, road.

Wang Yong took out the soft sword from his waist.

As soon as the soft sword appeared, it made a clanking sound, and the light streamer flashed in the room, comparing the sword in jinjilong's hand.

Jinjilong's face is more solemn.

He thought his sword, which was made by a famous craftsman, was very good, but he didn't expect to see a better soft sword in Wang Yong's hand.

Is this forging technique hard to achieve even in modern times?

"This sword is not a modern product, is it? Looks like an ancient sword? " Jinjilong stares at xinyuehu soft sword and asks.

Wang Yong said: "why ask so many questions now? Kill me, it's yours. You'll have plenty of time to study. "

"That's right." Jinjilong nodded deeply.

Then he held the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword at Wang Yong's throat and said, "let's move. This time, we will win or lose, and we will die or die! "

"Good!"

Wang Yong said, suddenly shaking, the sword turned into a streamer and stabbed at jinjilong's throat.

Since he wants to decide life and death, Wang Yong will not stay. If a master fights with each other, no one dares to deliberately keep his strength unless he surpasses his opponent's realm.

Liuli is to seek death by oneself. If you don't pay attention to it a little bit, it will be fatal for the opponent to hit him with a move.

It is an adjective, not an epitaph. No one wants to hear people standing at their graves praising themselves like this.

When!

Jinjilong holds up his sword to fight, and xinyuehu's soft sword collides with his long sword.

Unexpectedly, xinyuehu soft sword didn't cut the opponent's weapon directly.

Wang Yong is slightly surprised. It seems that jinjilong really has good goods in his hand. Those who can block the attack of Xinyue Fox's soft sword must be famous. Now neither China nor South Korea has this kind of sword casting master, only Toyo has a few, all of them are old.

It should be one of those early works, whose value cannot be measured.

And Jin Jilong was stunned. He didn't expect that the soft sword in Wang Yong's hand was so solid.

Can block his attack.

In the past, when he used this sword to fight against the enemy, the weapon in the enemy's hand was broken.

But when I fight with Wang Yong's soft sword, not only Wang Yong's soft sword is intact, but there is a slight damage on his sword.

"What a soft sword Jinjilong thought, no longer dare to passive defense, but choose to take the initiative to attack. He tried to suppress the advantage of Wang Yong's weapon with strong attack.

Dangdangdang, just a moment, the two have been fighting several times.

There's nothing fancy. It's all the simplest stabbing and chopping. It's just that the rhythm of the two is very fast, just like that of the fencing masters who have opened the acceleration gear.

With the flash of the sword brush in my hand, the edge of the sword is near.

The sound of the two swords did not fall, and the other side's counterattack also came in a flash.