Chapter 130

"I don't know which master there is, but I went on stage to give advice."

A man in a taekwondo suit with a black ribbon tied to his head, with sweat on his face, stands in the center of the competition arena.

At his feet, there was a flat headed man, who was known by many people. His name was Jiang Aijun.

He was the champion of National Wushu competition some time ago.

At the moment, he was lying on his neck with his hands full of sweat.

In his mouth, he spat blood.

"I don't know who else, come to the stage to teach."

The black ribbon man pointed around and turned around, with a trace of contempt in his eyes. He looked at the audience around him and the martial arts experts who were eager to jump up.

At the moment when Jiang Aijun fell to the ground, the venue was quiet.

Although this person's voice is not big, but in the quiet meeting place, falls in the public's ear, is so harsh.

As soon as his words were heard, the atmosphere of the whole venue was like boiling hot water.

"Damn, this is a Han Club named Pu Zhiyong. It's really deceiving people too much!"

"Damn, he is humiliating our Chinese martial arts, he is trampling on our Chinese martial arts!"

"Paralyzed, it's too much deceiving for a stick from the Han state to step on the stage in China."

"In the future, I will resolutely resist all kinds of things from the Han Dynasty. What the hell

"Come on, a master, kill this boy, don't let him be too crazy!"

"Damn, this boy has defeated more than ten Chinese experts in succession. He can't be like this any more!"

"We Zhonghua are not known as experts like clouds, experts quickly up ah."

"If I knew kung fu, I would go up and fight with this boy."

"Shit, there's no master. I don't know kung fu, but I'm going to fight with this guy."

The whole venue was filled with all kinds of abusive voices and indignation. Many audiences wanted to rush up, but they were stopped by hundreds of police and security personnel in black.

The man standing in the middle of the challenge arena is called Pu Zhiyong. He is a nine section master of taekwondo black belt in Han Dynasty.

This evening, this is the final stage of the Chinese martial arts exchange meeting. The final is over. Duan Tianrui, an expert who practices bafengzhang, defeated yishaolin monk and won the final championship with his old Kung Fu routine.

As for Jiang Aijun, as one of the judges, he participated in the China exchange meeting.

But just after the final, park Zhiyong and his party came and said in front of everyone that they would have a competition with Duan Tianrui.

For his challenge, Duan Tianrui accepted the challenge naturally when he was in high spirits after winning the championship, but after a few rounds, he was knocked to the ground.

Park Zhiyong threatened to continue to challenge.

One after another, some people didn't accept it and went on to fight.

But without exception, all were defeated.

Many famous experts, even two of the older generation, couldn't keep up with them. They came down to fight with them, but they still lost.

Almost all the people present were Chinese. They were provoked by a Chinese Club standing in the middle of the challenge arena. After defeating everyone, they would always say something seemingly polite, but they were insulting.

Now, the whole Chinese people feel that they are holding a fire in their heart. It's not only a martial arts contest, but also an insult to the Chinese people.

How can any Chinese with conscience tolerate such humiliation.

There was a lot of emotion and indignation.

"Do we have any masters? What do you people from martial arts association do?"

"You judges, aren't you all experts? What are you up to?"

"You experts, who will take care of this man and fight for our Chinese people?"

"I think of this park Zhiyong, who played dozens of Chinese martial arts schools in the capital of the Han Dynasty some time ago, and has played more than ten Chinese martial arts schools in Hong Kong today!"

"Damn, I didn't expect him to be such a person. Don't we have a master in China?"

"I'll go. Even if I don't know kung fu, it's better to die in his hands than to die in such a way."

All kinds of voices in the audience were mostly criticizing Park Zhiyong, and many were laughing at the Chinese Martial Arts Association, because this competition was organized by the Chinese Martial Arts Association, and many famous experts came to judge the competition.

In the previous introduction, these judges introduced the advantages of the title, what achievements they have made, and what reputation they have gained. All kinds of praise were heaped on them, and they were simply peerless experts. But now?

He was defeated by a young Taekwondo master of Han Dynasty, and then no one from the Chinese Martial Arts Association dares to play again.What are you doing on the court? Are you defeated?

But these so-called masters, who have been famous for a long time, don't know whether their defeat is terrible. Because they cherish their feathers, they dare not compete on the stage. This is the most humiliating thing.

Now the crowd broke out that park Zhiyong had kicked dozens of Chinese martial arts schools. Now the whole audience was angry.

All kinds of abuse, all kinds of accusations, make a few people of Chinese Martial Arts Association who are on the judging stage lose face, they are on pins and needles at the moment.

"It's too much deceiving. This Han nationality is too much deceiving. If I were a few years younger, I would definitely fight against him." An old man named Chen Jianting with gray hair and red face said angrily, "I'm old, I'm old, I can't support myself any more."

This man is a branch of Chen family's Taijiquan. His first-hand Taijiquan is very beautiful. He has many apprentices, set up a Taiji Association, and even a lot of overseas worshippers. Many people call him master Chen.

"I'm afraid of being young, and I'm old. When I was young, I'd have a set of big fists, even if these three boys were not my opponents." A bearded man in his early fifties said angrily.

His name is Hong Jinquan. He is known as the orthodox of hongjiaquan. Hongjiaquan is quite famous in China. Of course, the most famous one is Hongmen.

Hongmen is a Chinese organization all over the world. Its influence is beyond imagination. Now the helmsman of Hongmen is an old man of hongjiaquan.

"No, I can't let the boy go crazy any more. I think the boy's moves are very fierce. Brother Jin is afraid that only your outer training iron cloth shirt can withstand him. Then he will take the opportunity to exert his strength and win him." A middle-aged man with flat head said to a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and black face.

The man called brother Jin is called Jin Tiemu. He practices iron cloth clothes outside. He is very good at hard Qigong. Once he uses hard Qigong, it's hard to get into. He's been on a lot of TV and filmed a lot of iron cloth clothes.

After hearing what the man said, Jin Tiemu coughed twice and said, "I'm not afraid of him, but I've been ill these days. I'm afraid I can't do my best. I have a suggestion. Brother Gao is the only one who wants to defeat Park Zhiyong. It's so-called hard and easy to break. This man's moves are brave, but there must be some restrictions on his speed. Brother Gao's Tan leg is enough to make him unable to parry, and finally he is defeated. "

"Brother Jin has a point. Brother Gao hopes you can go on the stage and beat this man, so as to make our Chinese martial arts famous."

"That's right, brother Gao. Your tan leg is good at speed. I believe you're good enough to make the other side suffer."

"Yes, to suppress with speed, brother Gao, you're the only one."

"Brother Gao, for the sake of our Wushu Association and for the sake of our Chinese nation, please do it."

Several old friends said to Gao Yongbo one after another.

Gao Yongbo's face was embarrassed. He swore in his heart that he wanted to throw the pot on me, but I can't carry the pot. The key is that I can't carry the pot.

They say it's good to suppress with speed, but there's a saying that one effort will reduce ten meetings. Two judges have been on the court, but they are seriously injured by park Zhiyong. He doesn't think that he is stronger than those two experts.

"Yes, I can play. It should not be a big problem, but if I go on the stage and beat him, he will say that I'm an old man. It's normal to lose. In the end, it's us who lose." Gao Yongbo sighed. "Young people have to go up."

His meaning is very obvious. What's my status? I'm an old martial arts master. I won't win.

"Young man, how can there be such a powerful young man? We can't let a few young people play together. If we lose, we will lose our reputation and win in our Chinese martial arts circle."

Some old guys are bickering, but no one's on.

"A group of old people who are pretending to be forced, who dare not go, just dare not go. If you don't go, I'll go down again and let him kill me at most. I despise you elders. Sitting with you makes me feel sick."

Yi Xiaoyan, who had been knocked down by park Zhiyong and had not been hurt too much, got up angrily and said to them when she heard what these old guys said.

In the past two days, she worked as a judge. She felt that these old guys were not bad. In the past, she knew these old guys through TV, and she admired them very much. She thought it was a glorious thing to do with them, but now it seems that this is a shame in her life!

"It's a shame. I'm ashamed of you elders. I won't be surprised to hear your names in the future. Xiaoyan, don't go. This Han Dynasty stick is not human. Your elder martial brother will arrive right away." Mo Xiaoshan also followed the path of unhappiness.

"You little girl, what do you know? What do you know? China is a land of etiquette!"

"What do you know, little girl? And you are not a master's Apprentice. What kind of master's apprentice are you?"

"If you are the apprentice of a master, how can you lose to this man? We'll give you face. I don't think you are sensible."

"Give it back to your elder martial brother. Even if your elder martial brother comes, he is not his opponent. What are you pretending to be?"Several old guys are tearing their faces at Yi Xiaoyan's words and criticizing her one after another.

"No matter what I can't do, I'm better than you old turtles. If my elder martial brother comes, he won't be my elder martial brother's rival."

"Xiaoyan, what are you doing? You hurt your foot." Mo Xiaoshan saw Yi Xiaoyan go to the challenge arena and cried out.

Yi Xiaoyan did not turn her head back and said, "I want to fight with this club of the Han Kingdom, and drag it to my elder martial brother."

Mo Xiaoshan immediately catch up, "Xiaoyan, you don't want to die."

"If I really die, tell my elder martial brother that I like him for a long time." Yi Xiaoyan hesitated and said when she came to the challenge arena.

Then she limped to the challenge arena.

When she came on stage again, the whole room was quiet