The Great Korean Art Museum.

There were many people inside, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and almost all of them came to cheer for Cui Hongman.

"Huaxia boy, you are so thin, you will only be beaten into a meatloaf by our god of war!" someone shouted.

Such a sound caused more smug laughter.

Almost ninety percent of the audience looked at Cui Hongman with fanatical eyes, and their faces were very proud.

After all, Cui Hongman's height has reached more than two meters, and his figure is very majestic, standing there like a hill.

Ye Yun's physique, compared to the other party, does not seem so conspicuous.

"Ye Gongzi, come on!" Yu Lingling clenched her fists.

"You both understand the rules, as long as you don't lose your life, and if you're ready, the showdown can start now!" the host Lee Jae-seok announced loudly.

When he spoke, Ye Yun was still in the place where the press conference was held before, and it was still nearly a hundred meters away from the core competition venue.

"Come on, what are you afraid of, can't you Huaxia people afford to lose?" Cui Hongman condescended and let out a deafening roar.

"You're the one you can't afford to lose. Ye Yun's voice was indifferent.

Although his voice was not loud, it was extremely penetrating, and the thousands of people present could hear it clearly. However, almost all of them do not understand, and the language barrier is really not negligible.

This moment.

Ye Yun jumped up, like a peng bird across the sky, the soles of his feet stepped on the shoulders of the audience, and he jumped several feet away.

In less than three or four breaths, he was already rapidly approaching the center of the field.

Those who were stepped on by him only felt a slight sinking of their shoulders, as if they had been slapped hard. Before they could react, they already felt a strong wind blowing overhead, and Ye Yun's figure was like an arrow from the string, approaching Cui Hongman at great speed.

"What? Is there such a lightweight exercise in the world?" Cui Hongman's pupils shrank like a needle, and cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

At this time, Ye Yun had already thrown a punch in the air.

The cannonball-like fist came out of his body, pulling out a white rainbow in the air and hitting Cui Hongman's body fiercely.

Poof! Cui Hongman couldn't dodge, and directly squirted a mouthful of blood, and the person had already flown out upside down.

"Impossible!" the onlookers were frightened.

Unexpectedly, Cui Hongman, who they regarded as a mythical figure, would not be able to resist this extremely powerful punch.

Like a heavy sandbag, Cui Hongman's huge body was thrown high, casting a shadow on the ground, and he fell heavily, almost overwhelming several people.

In an instant, Ye Yun had already chased after him, his speed was like a violent hurricane, and he slammed on Cui Hongman's face.

Boom! There was a terrible sound, and the ground collapsed.

Cui Hongman's whole body fell into the tatami floor, his face was extremely frightened, and he still couldn't believe that Ye Yun could hit him hard in such a short period of time.

"Ah......hh Impossible, I won't lose! Huaxia kid is not that strong!" Cui Hongman struggled desperately.

However, he felt that the meridians in his body seemed to be broken by a strange force, and all the power, like a boat dispersed by the strong wind at sea, all dissipated without a trace.

Quiescence!

There was a deathly silence in the audience!

Who would have imagined that Cui Hongman, the Silla martial god who had been pinned on high hopes, was so vulnerable, like a big tree that had been cut down by a big axe, and he was defeated and lost all of a sudden.

Being stepped into the floor, such a scene, not to mention that I have never seen it, I have never even heard of it.

"Master Cui...... No, no, Cui Hongman, can you still stand up?" Lee Jae-seok's voice trembled.

He had witnessed it with his own eyes, Ye Yun rushed from a long distance, stepped on everyone's shoulders, and sent out a sharp fist.

From Ye Yun's departure to Cui Hongman's defeat, the whole process did not take more than five seconds.

Even if it's a spike, it's not too much.

"Of course, of course I have to stand up, and I have to defeat this surnamed Ye in three moves!" Cui Hongman's voice trembled.

This sentence was barely said, he didn't believe it himself, and the onlookers shook their heads one after another, feeling that they couldn't bear to look at it.

"One, two, three......" Lee Jae-seok has begun the countdown.

Even though Ye Yun moved his feet, Cui Hongman couldn't stand up, in fact, he was paralyzed like mud, and his whole body was stuck in the tatami floor and couldn't move.

"It's time! Ye Yun won!" Although he was very reluctant, Lee Jae-seok could only announce it.

The audience was dumbfounded, their faces were dull, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

"Lord Martial God, you can't lose! You are the hope of the entire martial arts world in Goryeo, and everyone is looking forward to you to save face!"

"Lord Martial God, please get up quickly and extinguish the prestige of this Huaxia kid. More people wailed.

The huge Korean art hall seems to have become the scene of a memorial service, and it is gloomy and misty, filled with all kinds of grief-stricken voices.

That's right, they just can't afford to lose.

"Everyone, please calm down, I'm sorry too, but in a fair duel, Valkyrie-sama did lose. Lee Jae-seok scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

"No! The teacher can't lose! Those of us who are disciples must stand up and avenge the teacher!" Suddenly, there was an uproar in the crowd.

A group of young men and women wearing white practice uniforms and black belts around their waists came out of the crowd one after another, their faces were angry, and they glared at Ye Yun fiercely, as if they were staring at the enemy who killed their father.

There are more than 30 of these people, all of them have tough fists and feet, their temples are slightly raised, and their temperament is extremely strong, no different from Huaxia's internal strength masters.

Ye Yun glanced at these people, and knew very well in his heart that they had all practiced the modified version of the inner family boxing and formed their own characteristics.

In fact, Goryeo took the Chinese kung fu cottage in the past, slightly changed it, and took it as if it was already there, claiming that it was their original martial arts.

There is even a Shaolin boxing inheritance here, and it seems not surprising that the top martial artists are proficient in internal boxing.

Cui Hongman is the top martial artist in Goryeo, and there is no disciple he teaches who does not know how to fight.

"Avenge the teacher!" the disciples roared, like a Taiji tiger descending the mountain, attacking Ye Yun from different directions.

Their fists and feet were swept like heavy hammers, with at least hundreds of catties of strength, and they were full of hatred, eager to beat Ye Yun to the point of spurting blood with one punch.

"You little characters, do you want to rely on more to win?" Ye Yun sneered.

The internal strength of his body was spurting, Ye Yun also moved, and he greeted Cui Hongman's disciples without any color, and unleashed a sharp leg attack.

Thousands of leg shadows, like the peacock opening the screen, give people a strong visual impact.

Bang bang

Every such voice represents a Cui Hongman disciple being kicked away.

Ye Yun deliberately taught them a lesson, and did not show mercy, every kick was kicked on their dantian, these people were thrown high, and when they were still in the air, they had been abolished for many years of penance.

In less than ten seconds, more than thirty Cui Hongman's disciples who were facing Ye Yun were all kicked away fiercely, crashing into the crowd and bringing down many onlookers.

As far as the eye could see, at least two or three hundred people had fallen on the ground, and a large area of the venue was suddenly vacated.

"Fierce! It's too fierce! Is this Ye Yun's real strength? Is this the highest level of Chinese kung fu?" Li Zaishi held the microphone and felt his legs go weak.

The other Koreans were also deeply shocked by Ye Yun's shot.

Fierce, ruthless, and merciless, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, every blow kicks the opponent so that he can't get up, it is simply ruthlessly crushed.

Is there such a leg method in the world? Compared with Ye Yun's leg method, those fancy fists and legs in taekwondo are like little dolls playing tricks, and they are really too weak to do it.

Instantly.

A thought arose in the hearts of the onlookers.

This Chinese boy who came from afar is indeed not simple.

Park Hyun-joong and Choi Cheol-shin didn't lose unjustly before.

Cui Hongman, who claims to be the martial god of Silla and the first person in the Goryeo martial arts world, has been abused so much that he can't get up, which is already very revealing.

Ye Yun stood steadily, glanced at the audience indifferently, and said lightly: "Who else?"

Although the onlookers couldn't understand Ye Yun's words, they all understood what he meant from his demeanor.

No one dared to speak up, no one wanted to stand up at this time, and some of the Goryeo warriors of other schools present were also frightened by Ye Yun's indifferent eyes.

"Mr. Ye, please wait a minute, do you have any feelings?" Li Zaishi stubbornly ran over and handed over the microphone again.

"Thoughts?" Ye Yun sneered, "Please tell them that Kung Fu originated in Huaxia, and the strongest is also in Huaxia, and this will never change." Your so-called god of war and martial god have been proven to be the products of some forcible touting. ”

"Uh......" Lee Jae-seok was embarrassed.

He didn't even dare to relay Ye Yun's words, for fear that it would cause a riot among the people present.

Seeing Li Zaishi's appearance, the corners of Ye Yun's mouth hooked up a sneer, and it happened that the big iron ball was nearby, so he simply walked over directly.

Raise your hand knife and slash into the air.

A violent clash of gold and iron sounded, and in the midst of the sparks, the big iron ball had been cut in two, revealing the situation inside.

This iron ball, which was once mistaken for a solid body, is actually more than 60% of the space inside the vacuum.

In other words, Cui Hongman's strength is far less terrifying than his previous bluff, and he is the real fraud.

"Ye Gongzi is mighty!" Yu Lingling smiled and quickly followed.

The two walked out of the Great Korean Art Hall one after the other.

The dense crowd, automatically making way for them, burst into applause.

Ye Yun ...... I won't let you go!" Cui Hongman gritted his teeth and roared with the last bit of strength.

However, no one paid any attention to him, except for the occasional glance that swept towards him with extreme sympathy.

The loser is not worthy of sympathy, not to mention that Cui Hongman was once pinned on high hopes, but he deeply failed those who trusted him.

"Are the Huaxia people really that strong? Could it be that Cui Wushen lied just now?" More people fell into deep thought.

After getting into the car, Ye Yun began to close his eyes and recuperate, silently pranayama.

The car followed the established route and drove in the direction of Chinatown, where there was a branch of "Dragon Hall", and there were already people waiting.

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