Chapter 561

The gymnasium is full of excitement. The biennial "martial arts conference" is being held. People from all over the world have arrived in Nanshi one after another in the past two days, and they have stayed in different hotels under the arrangement of Wang Zizheng.

The "martial arts conference" was a grand one. There were no less than 200 people from different schools. At this time, the stadium was in full swing. People who knew each other gathered in groups to talk and talk, and some met with coldness.

Although we are all members of the "martial arts association", we don't always get along well with each other. There are some sects that have been feuding with each other for a long time. They may have been feuding with each other several generations ago, or they may have lost to the opposite party in the "Martial Arts Conference" competition, so they always hold grudges.

So the martial arts conference is called competition. In fact, it's also a bit of a fight between the public and the private. Who can win in the competition for a while, then the school's reputation may be a hit, or its status in the martial arts association will be improved accordingly.

"Kou changmen, long time no see!"

"Headmaster Wang, long time no see!"

"How many disciples have you brought this year?"

"Not many, four!"

"The master is dignified and dignified. He seems to be much more advanced than the last martial arts conference. Please show mercy later!"

"It's only right for the Master Wang's master to show mercy!"

This kind of greeting happens everywhere, saying polite words, but it's not the same.

During the "martial arts conference", the leaders of each school lead their own disciples to participate, because the purpose of the "martial arts conference" is to improve the competitive level of their respective schools. Even if the competition is final, it is necessary to decide whether to win or lose. No one is willing to lose to others in front of so many people, so each leader usually brings his best disciples to participate.

For those who have known for a long time that they have no hope of winning, or have never thought of serious competition at all, their apprentices are more casual. These schools are often those middle and low-class schools, which are relatively unknown. There are not many apprentices and the scale of the school is small. Therefore, they tend to keep a low profile in the "martial arts conference", never show up, and never show up On the contrary, even their disciples are arrogant, and their momentum is obviously stronger than other schools.

Seeing that it was almost time for the martial arts conference to begin, Shi Yandong and his friend Du Ziteng came in.

"Stone, I'm looking forward to you!" A middle-aged man with half bald hair warmly came forward and said hello to Shi Yandong.

This guy's name is Yang Deshun. He is the vice president of Nanshi Martial Arts Association. He is a master of Neijia boxing. His school is also one of the best in the martial arts association.

The so-called "Nei Jia Quan" refers to a kind of boxing that focuses on internal cultivation. Practitioners of this kind of boxing pay more attention to self-cultivation, pursuing internal and external balance, which is the opposite of "Wai Jia Quan" which stresses hardness and fierceness. Nei Jia Quan stresses Yin and softness, making "dark strength" produce the greatest destructive power with the smallest force. The most typical one is the four or two strokes in "Tai Chi Quan" .

"Hello, President Yang, there are so many people!"

"There are still some people who have not come. Who is this?" Yang Deshun looked at Du Ziteng.

"My friend Du Ziteng, his father is our mayor Du Nan!"

"It turned out to be mayor Du's son. It's disrespectful Then he extended his hand to Du Ziteng enthusiastically. Unfortunately, Du Ziteng just gave him a cold look and didn't move.

No way, Yang Deshun's face is too much for Du Ziteng. As soon as everyone hears that he is the son of the mayor, that's the reaction. Over time, Du Ziteng has a sense of superiority. It seems that everyone has to bow when they see him. He also feels good. He always feels superior, whether in school or outside school It's arrogant.

Yang Deshun was embarrassed. This was a hot face to stick someone's cold ass, but he was the mayor's son. He couldn't say anything, so he could only smile awkwardly, "come here, please. The meeting will start soon!" Then he took Shi Yandong and Du Ziteng to the seats prepared for them in advance.

There are also some people who are not from the Wulin. They may be gentry and local tyrants. For example, those like Shi Yandong who are not from the Wulin but contribute to the martial arts conference, and those like Du Ziteng who come to the martial arts conference just because they know someone.

These people have their own seats, and they are arranged with their friends' school seats. Shi Yandong and Du Ziteng's seats are arranged with Yang Deshun's, and they are still side by side, sitting side by side with the leader of the school. It can be seen that Yang Deshun still gives enough respect to Shi Yandong.

"I'd like to introduce Mr. Dong Shilin, the president of the charity headquarters Yang Deshun said with flattery.

"Good!" Shi Yandong nodded and agreed.

"Headquarters? So what's here? " Du Ziteng asked suddenly.

"This is the" Nanshi "branch. Our association has branches in many cities all over the country!""What kind of person can be a president?" Du Ziteng seems to be interested.

"Of course, Kung Fu is better, but also high prestige!" Yang Deshun said with a smile.

"As far as I know, President Yang himself is a master of Neijia boxing, right, President Yang?" In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Shi Yandong had to say it himself.

"I don't dare to be a master. I just know a little bit. Compared with a real master, my kung fu is nothing!"

"Yang Hui Chang, you are too modest!"

"No, no!" With a modest smile, Yang Deshun never said that he was a master. "If you want to say that you are a master, chairman Lin is the real master!"

"How high is it?" Du Ziteng asked with a little disdain.

"President Yang is an old man who practices neijiaquan. His accomplishments are unfathomable. This is generally acknowledged by all people. Compared with him, I can see the great from the small!"

"Yijiazi? How many years is that? " Shi Yandong asked curiously.

"Sixty years!"

"Sixty years? Have you practiced Kung Fu for sixty years? " Shi Yandong was surprised.

R! Five XC's "yes!"

"Then you Lin will grow up. Aren't you very old this year?"

"President Lin just passed his ninetieth birthday last month!"

"President Yang, President Yang, please come here!"

"Please sit down first, and I'll come soon."

With these words, Yang Deshun was called away. At this time, a man walked past in front of Shi Yandong and Du Ziteng. It was Wang Bing who came late.

What kind of fireworks will be produced this time?