"Oh, Daoye?"

Seeing that the people of the river clearly walked to the door of the Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall, the two young people sitting at the front desk at the door stood up with a strange expression, "Is there something wrong with you?

Qinghe Daoren said with a smile: "Lao Jia, if you talk to your hall master Yang Zhenhua, you will say that the disciples of Wudang have come to fight!"

The faces of the two young men changed slightly, "Fight?"

One of them didn't care about saying anything, turned his head and ran towards the courtyard, shouting as he ran, "Curator, curator, Wudang Daoist is here to kick the hall!"

Another young man was also a little apprehensive on his face, and hurriedly invited Qinghe Daoren to the sofa coffee table next to him, "Why don't you sit down and drink saliva first?"

Qinghe shook his head and said, "It's not too late to drink water after playing!"

The young man's face stiffened, he laughed a few times, and glanced at Wang Gangdan and the others who came over, "Several, are you with these Dao masters?"

Wang Gangdan said: "We are not Wudang disciples. ”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good!"

Wang Gangdan brought several young people from the sports institute this time, all of them are one meter eight or nine tall, all of them have tigers and bears, and they are all tendons and meat, plus Wang Gangdan himself is also a woman who is more manly than a man, the pressure brought by this height and body type made the young people on the opposite side extremely uneasy, and when he heard that several of them were not Wudang disciples, his heart was relaxed.

After a while, footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and a group of people ran over noisily, "The old road of Wudang Mountain has come down? Where is it? Where is it? Teacher Yang, do you want to notify the reporter to come over for an interview now?"

In the hustle and bustle, a tall man in sportswear led a group of people to the front desk, and at a glance at the appearance of this person, Wang Gangdan knew that he was Yang Zhenhua who had been clamoring to challenge Guo Dalu.

This buddy's exposure on the Internet during this period is extremely high, and it is difficult to know him or not.

Yang Zhenhua's expression seemed to be a little embarrassed, and he glanced at the Qinghe people, "Hey, a few Taoist masters are here? You just came from Wudang Mountain? Do you want to rest for a while? I'll arrange a hotel for you first, you go to rest for a day first, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Although Qinghe Daoren is a monk, his temper is extremely short-tempered, otherwise he would not have gone down the mountain without concealing his master, and now seeing that Yang Zhenhua, the main master, has come out, he is too lazy to talk nonsense, and said to Yang Zhenhua: "Yang Pavilion Master, Yujing Daoist is my old teacher, I am a disciple of his old man's drunken family, don't you challenge my teacher?

He said just do it, and stretched out his hand to the yard to lead him to the void, "Come on, Mr. Yang, everyone's time is precious, and after the fight, we will go back to the mountain to be punished." In order to give you a hand, Poor Dao even violated the precepts in the door. ”

Yang Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the person in front of him to be so happy, and he got to the point in a few words, and suddenly felt apprehensive in his heart.

He watched the video of the mad monk Pu Yuan killing people in Shaolin Temple no less than a hundred times, and ran to the door of Shaolin Temple to take a closer look at the marks that Pu Yuan stepped on, and the shock in his heart was indescribable, this time he challenged Wudang, although his attitude was arrogant, but his heart was quite uneasy.

He has seen the power of Shaolin Temple, and the Wudang faction is praised by Guo Dalu as a martial arts sect that stands side by side with the Shaolin Temple, if Guo Dalu did not lie, it means that the kung fu of the Wudang faction will never be lower than Shaolin.

If that's the case, then there is no need to compete in this competition, and obediently admitting defeat is that he doesn't have the ability of Sojiro Noda.

But if the Wudang faction is really so powerful, why would the people of Yujing Dao be so scornful of Guo Dalu? Their sect would be afraid of such a movie actor as Guo Dalu? The logic in this doesn't make sense!

Unless Guo Dalu is really a martial arts master, but how is this possible?

Guo Dalu can write books, write songs, make movies, write scripts, know a variety of musical instruments, and is also a top student in the law department, in these fields, if you want to make great achievements, you need to spend great energy and effort, and you need to have a strong talent, Guo Dalu is involved in so many fields, and he is doing so well, Yang Zhenhua will not believe anything, he still has the energy to polish his kung fu.

Yang Zhenhua has seen some of Guo Dalu's resumes, and he has never seen who he has fought against, at most he fought with someone once when the University of Political Science and Law opened the Ancient Martial Arts Association, but the students who go to school are not professional athletes, and Guo Dalu's ability to defeat those students does not prove how strong his combat power is.

That is, after finding out that Guo Dalu did not have any impressive actual combat achievements, Yang Zhenhua called Guo Dalu for the board.

He challenged Guo Dalu without psychological pressure, and challenged the Wudang faction, in fact, he was also faintly cowardly, in case Wudang and Shaolin were so powerful, he would be miserable.

Now seeing that Qinghe Daoren was so aggressive, he was even more flustered in his heart, and said to Qinghe Daodao: "Otherwise, Dao Chief, let's discuss in private, in case something goes wrong, brother, I can't afford it, I really want to hurt you, who will it be at that time? Do you want me to compensate? We had better still need a notary." You have a day off, and when I find a notary, we'll talk about the competition......"

"No need to look for it!"

Wang Gangdan glanced at Yang Zhenhua with a smile, "I am Wang Gangdan of the Wushu Association, and these are my colleagues. I am now a gold medal referee in Chinese fighting competitions, and I may be the chief referee of international martial arts competitions in the future, this is my referee certificate, as well as my resume, you can check it on the Internet. ”

Wang Gangdan said this, and handed the information bag in his hand to Yang Zhenhua, "I brought two cameramen this time, and I will let them record the video of your game as evidence of the game." After that, you can choose to make it public or not, depending on your wishes. Also, we also brought the contract for the competition, if the two sides have no opinion, you need to sign the contract before the competition. ”

"I ......"

Yang Zhenhua rode the tiger hard, "Okay, well, wait for me to warm up first! After the warm-up, let's start." ”

Qinghe Dao people were impatient, "What so much nonsense? If this is about life and death on the street, who will give you time to warm up?"

Yang Zhenhua saw that Qinghe Dao was so horizontal, and his heart was even more bottomless, "That, Dao Chief, warm up before the game, so that you can play better, there is a scientific reason in this!"

Qinghe Daoren snorted, raised his foot and stepped lightly on the ground, and then raised his foot and said, "Is this a warm-up?"

Yang Zhenhua looked at the ground and saw that there was suddenly a small pit the size of a foot on the tile in front of Qinghe Daoren, and the tiles near the pit had become shattered.

Yang Zhenhua's face changed greatly, and his eyes were about to pop out, "This ...... Is this Wudang Kung Fu?"

Before the mad monk Pu Yuan stepped on a series of footprints on the bluestone ground, shocked the world, subverted the human thinking cognition, and now the Qinghe people step out of a small pit on the ground, which can be said to completely simulate Pu Yuan's practice, although the tile floor is not harder than the bluestone, but can step on a small pit on the tile, this skill is scary enough.

Qinghe Daoren's cold and electric eyes glanced at Yang Zhenhua, "Yes, this is Wudang Kung Fu, please ask Pavilion Master Yang for advice!"

The sweat on Yang Zhenhua's head suddenly came out, and he said with a dry smile: "I can't advise, I can't advise!"

Qinghe said: "Is that still comparable?"

Yang Zhenhua's mouth opened, not knowing how to answer.

Qinghe Daoren looked Yang Zhenhua up and down a few times, hehe sneered a few times, his body flashed, he had already arrived in the training hall of the martial arts hall, and punched a sandbag hanging in the hall, and then his body flashed again, and he had returned to his original position.

The sandbags hanging in this hall were at least ten meters away from them, but the Qinghe Dao people came and went, but it was only in an instant, and the person with bad eyes only felt that his body seemed to be shaking, and he didn't realize that he had walked back and forth from the hall to the front desk.

After Qinghe Daoren finished doing this, he didn't say anything more, and said to a few juniors: "Let's go!"

Yang Zhenhua was still not sure what was going on with the Qinghe Dao people just now, so he sent a few Taoists and Wang Gangdan out of the gate in a daze, and when he returned to the hall, he saw a group of students in the hall making noise around two sandbags.

Yang Zhenhua lined up the crowd and looked at the sandbag, only to see that a sandbag had a large hole in front and back at some point, and the sand and sawdust inside were constantly flowing down.