Hongda Gymnasium is the largest gymnasium in Qinyang City, and any important events in the city are held here.

At this time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

It stands to reason that this place should have been closed.

However, in the gymnasium, the lights were bright at this time.

If there are outsiders here, you will find that these people gathered in the gymnasium are all well-known figures in Qinyang City - Ma Xingyang, the director of the Xingyang Martial Arts Hall, Hei Jiaolong, Mr. Wang, etc.

These people, no matter which one they are, take them out alone, and they all have a pivotal position in Qinyang City, and now, these people are gathered together, and things are obviously unusual.

Following the gaze of these people, I saw two people standing on the huge playing field in the center of the stadium.

One of them, dressed in the clothes of the Xingyang Martial Arts Pavilion, was tense and made a defensive posture.

Opposite the man, a man with a long stick stood casually, the man was wearing a long robe, slippers on his feet, and a long braid tied at random on the back of his head, like a wandering samurai in a costume TV series of a certain country.

"The so-called Chinese martial arts, is it just such a little Taoism?"

Suddenly, the man with long hair spoke, his expression was arrogant, and his tone was extremely disdainful: "Sure enough, what is stolen is stolen! What Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, they are all lies! Admit it, your Chinese martial arts are stolen from our country!"

Before that, he had already killed more than a dozen masters, and every time he knocked them down, he was not exciting enough, and he couldn't get up directly from beating those people!

The so-called vertical in and horizontal out is that scene.

Hearing that man's words, not only the Xingyang Martial Arts Hall opposite him widened his eyes, but the black dragon and the others who were sitting on him also blew their beards and glared angrily, scolding and scolding: "This group of sticks is really too shameless! I want to keep everything for myself, a small country, can it hold my countless treasures in China?"

Mr. Wang also frowned and said: "Yes! This kind of small country, as long as the above sanctions, they have to obediently admit it, but they still don't learn to be obedient, and they still have to come to the house!"

Different from the righteous indignation of these two people, Ma Xingyang was full of seriousness: "This guy is obviously prepared, no matter what he says, if we can't beat this guy back to his hometown tonight, tomorrow, the newspaper over the stick may brag about it!"

"In the martial arts competition, there are losses and wins, all of which are trivial, but if we are proud of the stick because of our reasons, and our Huaxia face is humiliated, it is our sin!"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhao Gang beside him and sighed heavily.

Zhao Gang was discharged from the hospital very early, and there was nothing wrong with his various examination data, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was quite healthy.

But I don't know why, after he came out of the hospital, every time he started training, he would have weakness.

Every time this happens, let alone training, it becomes extremely difficult for him to even want to walk.

That guy from the Stick Country obviously learned about this, so he would attack at such a time.

He told Mr. Wang and others about this early in the morning, so as soon as he heard Ma Xingyang's words, Mr. Wang and the others showed a sad face.

"Hey, what are you afraid of!" Black Jiaolong didn't care much about this, he grinned and said, "Xingyang Martial Arts Hall is not just Zhao Gang!"

As he spoke, he pouted at the middle of the arena: "Isn't Wu Zhuo also quite powerful? He, but he is known as the man who is most likely to surpass Zhao Gangdi, and with him on the field, he can also repair that guy!"

Mr. Wang nodded and agreed: "That's right! I think Wu Zhuo's strength is quite strong, there should be no problem." ”

Ma Xingyang wanted to speak and stopped, but he didn't say anything after all.

On the side, Zhao Gang looked depressed.

From a generation of masters to a wasted person, no matter who he is, he can't be in a good mood.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense!"

Jin Yingjun slammed at Wu Zhuonunu and contemptuously: "If there are any other moves, just use them quickly! I'm very busy! If you don't have any capable people in Qinyang City, then I'll go to other cities to have a look!"

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is just thirty years old this year, and he has fought all over the country of sticks.

After he became the first person in the domestic martial arts, someone told him that the martial arts of their country originated in China!

Such a statement made him very, very unhappy.

Because in his opinion, Huaxia is a place where the people are poor and backward!

How could such a country be able to develop such a superb and powerful martial art?

Not only martial arts, but also many, many other things, he also stubbornly believes that the place of origin is their country! Huaxia is just a despicable country that shamelessly copied their things and still doesn't recognize them!

So, he came over and slapped him in the face!

He wants the whole world to see clearly that in front of the great stick country, Huaxia is nothing!

"Your Excellency, don't be too arrogant!"

Wu Zhuo was so angry by Jin Yingjun's shameless arrogant words that he got up under his feet, and at the same time punched out - he wanted to let this damn guy know that it wasn't a cat or a dog, and he was qualified to come to Huaxia to be arrogant!

"It's worthy of Wu Zhuo!"

Seeing Wu Zhuo's powerful fist, Hei Jiaolong and Mr. Wang excitedly slapped the case at the same time.

In their opinion, Wu Zhuo's fist was so powerful that even a stone could be blasted into slag by him.

It should be enough to deal with that arrogant stick!

However, in the next second, the smiles on the faces of the two of them froze on their faces like that.

Boom!

In the middle of the field, a man flew upside down.

However, the person who flew out upside down was not the stick man everyone expected, but Wu Zhuo.

I saw that the man from the country of sticks did not use the weapon in his hand, he just sacrificed his fist in the same way.

When the two fists collided with each other, Wu Zhuo didn't even have a chance to resist, and was actually blasted out directly!

Such combat effectiveness is simply terrifying!

After Wu Zhuo fell to the ground, he only felt that his entire right arm was sore, and he wanted to raise his right hand, but found that he couldn't move.

By this time, the stick man had already walked in front of him and stretched out his foot.

Click.

There was a tooth-aching sound of bones shattering, and at the same time, Wu Zhuo wailed.

In the next second, he fainted directly in pain.

"Who else!?" The stick man didn't look at Wu Zhuo on the ground, turned to look in the direction where Ma Xingyang was, and he smiled defiantly: "I'll just ask, who else?!"

"It's so handsome!

"Ahhh

"Go, go, the British drama is mine!"

Listening to Jin Yingjun's arrogant words, a group of female cheerleaders from the stick country in the field had red eyes, and they couldn't pounce on them one by one.

At the same time, their mobile phones also clicked, and they had filmed everything Kim Young-jun was doing and passed it on to friends in their country.

I believe that it will not be long before there will be an overwhelming boast announcement on the side of the stick country.