It's just that Wang Yong injured the senior brother of the Daoist Hall, and he even wanted to use them as a test stone for accepting apprentices!

Is this kind of humiliation something that these arrogant trickle disciples can endure?

"Close the door!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and then I saw two trickle disciples step forward and close the door of the hall.

The tourists outside the door were looking at it, and they were suddenly turned away, and they couldn't help but complain one by one.

But the trickle disciple's face was expressionless, which was different from the enthusiasm he had for tourists before.

Boom, the wooden door was tightly closed, and the hall became dark for a while.

The senior brother struggled to stand up, his eyes spurted with anger, pointed to a badge on the wall of the gym, and said word by word: "This is the symbol of our gym, cherry blossoms, flowing water." The cherry blossom is the national flower of the Orient, and when it is in full bloom, everyone is impressed by its beauty, but when it withers, no flower will linger on the branches and fall together. The reason why Master chose the cherry blossoms as the symbol of the dojo was because the cherry blossoms represent the spirit of our Oriental bushido: death without remembrance, death without scruples, death without hesitation! And now, your insult has made us feel that this moment is coming! Today, there is no end to death!"

"Never die!"

"Never die!"

"Never die!"

The disciples in the hall shouted in unison, deafening.

There was a belief in death in everyone's eyes, as if they were really facing a desperate situation, ready to break with the enemy.

Wisps of faith gathered together and turned into a huge momentum, which was heavy and oppressed on Wang Yong, Yinglang, and Rakshasa Girl.

"Good...... Terrible. Yinglang couldn't help but feel a touch of fear, and quietly took a step back.

Even the Rogues changed color, and her eyes were a little less playful and a little more dignified.

Hundreds of people stood in a row shouting as if they were facing an army. If hundreds of people rush up regardless of the rules, even if they are masters who can fight, they will inevitably hate the spot.

The senior brother's face was gloomy, looking at the expressions of Yinglang and Rakshasa Girl, the corners of his mouth flashed slightly.

The trickling gym is so easy to kick!

At the beginning of the construction of the dokan, Yoshio Funakoshi hired the priest of the shrine to design a special structure for the dokan.

Normally, the door is open, and nothing is noticed. But as soon as the door was closed, the gym immediately turned into an eerie Shura field.

And the enemy who is imprisoned in it is impossible to be unaffected. As long as it is affected, it will inevitably not be able to exert its true strength.

This is the so-called "potential".

And now, the disciples of the Trickle Stream Gym are trying to expand this "potential" to a terrifying level.

Their eyes were reverent, their mouths wide open, and they sang a song with all their might.

"How much obsession and hardship there is in a lifetime

Fame and fortune are all thrown away

Cultivate the mind, cultivate martial arts, guard against arrogance and rashness

There is no escape from the enemy with empty hands!

Offensive attack, the glory of karate!

Battle, war, the pride of bushido!

……”

This is a song specially used to describe karate, which was sung out by hundreds of people at the moment, with a shocking momentum, carrying a kind of momentum of unity, and rumbling and suppressing on the heads of Wang Yong and the three of them.

For a while, it became a little difficult for the dojo to breathe.

Where has Yinglang seen this kind of battle?

The calves were weak and shivering, but the previous arrogance was all gone.

"Smack"!

With a crisp sound of stepping on the ground, the trickle of the Daoist disciple who was challenged by Wang Yong stood up.

The fighting spirit is high, and the eyes are excited, as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.

He didn't say a word, just sang a karate song in his mouth, and then hooked his finger at Yinglang, signaling Yinglang to step forward and die.

Yinglang was trembling, his face was pale, and he didn't even have the strength to step forward, how could he dare to step forward to fight?

"Old ...... Teacher...... What should I do?" Yinglang stammered and asked Wang Yong.

Wang Yong's face was calm, and he suddenly asked Yinglang: "Can you sing?"

Yinglang nodded reluctantly: "Yes...... But everyone else said I sang badly. ”

"Then will you sing the song "The Great Wall Will Never Fall"?"

"Yes......" Yinglang nodded.

"Then sing, I'll give you a start. Wang Yong said, and suddenly his voice increased, like a wisp of clear sound in the pouring rain, penetrating the heavy rain curtain and reaching everyone's ears.

"After a hundred years of sleep, the people of the country have gradually woken up

Open your eyes and watch carefully

Which will be a captive to confess himself

Because of cowering and forbearance

People are becoming more and more arrogant

……”

At first, Yinglang was still full of fear, and he didn't dare to sing along with Wang Yong.

It wasn't until Wang Yong sang a paragraph and sang the high dynasty part of the song "The Great Wall Will Never Fall" that Yinglang seemed to suddenly have a burst of courage, and his voice and tone all burst out like thunder.

His eyes lit up and his expression was resolute, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength just to shout these few lyrics.

"Shout, shout

This is a place where the whole country is in the army

Historically, robbers have invaded

Eventually, he will die

The Great Wall will never fall

Thousands of miles of Yellow River water

……

Rush out of the way and wave your hand

We must devote ourselves to the prosperity of the country

Shall the land be trampled down again?

All of them take on a mission"

After singing, Yinglang's voice had already exceeded his limit, surpassed Wang Yong, and surpassed the chorus of the entire Trickle Daoist Hall disciples.

Yinglang's impassioned voice, like an unyielding big axe, broke through the oppressive black curtain in the dojo with a bang, and split a ray of light.

The onlooker Rakshasa couldn't help but be moved, and her face was full of surprise and emotion.

She never thought that a single song could inspire a person's inner courage and give him the courage to face hundreds of people alone!

Perhaps, this is the duty without hesitation?

Smack!

Ying Lang suddenly stepped forward, his momentum majestic, like a fearless protector Arhat, standing in front of the disciple of the Daoist Hall.

"Shall the land be trampled on again, and this sleeping lion has gradually woken up!"

Yinglang roared out the last two lyrics, and the next moment the whole person was like a lion, fiercely pounced.

The fit and the force is fierce, which is exactly the move of Wang Yong to hit the senior brother.

The disciple of the Gym who stood up thought that Yinglang had been suppressed, and he didn't think that Yinglang would be able to get rid of the pressure at all. Caught off guard, he was bumped into by Yinglang all of a sudden.

"Shock! Bomb! Shake! Bomb!"

Four words burst out of Yinglang's mouth, and then the disciple flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

He fell to the ground with a pop, grinning in pain.

Yinglang stepped forward, pressed his knee against the disciple's throat, and punched him.

While fighting back, he shouted and asked: "Accept it! Accept it!"

But the blood was surging, and it was a little difficult to control it for a while.

Seeing that Yinglang's fist fell on the disciple at once, the disciple was beaten screaming again and again, and half of his face was swollen into a pig's head.

At this time, the other disciples in the hall also lost the heart to sing, and they all looked at the scene in disbelief.

Is this still the same guy who was shivering just now?

Is this still the reckless man who has no brute strength and can't skill?

Xiao Chuanjun is also an old disciple of the gym, and he was beaten by a novice who had only studied for ten minutes and had no power to fight back?

What's wrong with the world?

The senior brother's face was pale, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he was obviously angry to the extreme.

The well-planned home momentum was broken like this?

Just such a bad song of ghosts crying wolf?

"I, no, serve!" the senior brother seemed to be answering Yinglang's question, and as if he was venting the anger in his heart.

He roared, took a step forward, and formed a knife with his right hand, slashing at Yinglang's neck.

Yinglang, who was immersed in the pleasure of beating, didn't expect the senior brother to sneak attack.

By the time he realized it, it was already too late, and the senior brother's hand knife had already arrived.

"It's over, it's really dead now!" Yinglang shouted weakly.

But then he heard a voice explode in his ears, but it was Wang Yong.

"If you don't accept it, hold it for me!"

The voice was cold and untouched.

Wang Yong's right hand pinched out a strange shape, like a copper tripod, weighing more than a thousand catties, but it was fast and incoherent.

In the blink of an eye, he ran into the hand knife of the senior brother.

Wang Yong's gesture changed, like a copper tripod upside down, pressing on the senior brother's wrist with the strength of a thousand catties.

Click!

A thin and continuous sound of broken bones sounded, making the hearts of everyone present tremble.

"Ahh

Bang!

Wang Yong's gestures kept stopping, changing again, and he became a furnace ding that was coming over again, rumbling into the senior brother's dantian.

The senior brother was stunned, as if he had been electrocuted, stiffened for about a second, and collapsed to the ground, as if the skeleton of his whole body had been shattered.

"Xiao Jianglong's revenge, I avenged him!" Wang Yong finished fighting, retreated three meters away, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes.

The senior brother didn't have the strength to respond to Wang Yong at all, like a puddle of mud on the ground, there was no movement.

"Senior Brother!" Several Daoist Hall disciples were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

One of them held on to one arm and barely helped the senior brother up.

After lifting it up, I found that there was an extra puddle of urine on the ground, but the urine stains were thick with blood.

The disciples who saw this scene were all shocked.

This shows that the kidneys of the senior brother were penetrated by Wang Yong's punch! This made the senior brother directly incontinent and urinated, and urinated on the spot!

You must know that the senior brother is a master of dark energy, and he has dark energy to protect his body.

The power of a punch is terrifying?

The disciples present couldn't help but feel a hint of fear, and the previously high spirit of bushido instantly fell to the bottom.

The Rakshasa woman looked at Wang Yong's punch, and her eyes showed a touch of incomprehension: "Why does this move look a little familiar to me?"

Wang Yong smiled slightly: "This move is called an inverted Ding, and it is adapted from your fist intent." It's just that it's several times more powerful than your fist intent. ”

The Rakshasa woman's eyes flickered, but she did not speak. In his heart, he secretly recalled Wang Yong's gesture of "upside down Ding" just now, and was ready to find an opportunity to practice this trick.

The power of this move was so great that the Roguesa saw it more clearly than the others.

Just now Wang Yong also used four points of strength, and he beat a dark master with a ruptured kidney, and there is no possibility of practicing martial arts in the future. If you do it with all your might, I am afraid that you can directly beat the senior brother to death, and half of your stomach will be pierced.

Such a domineering and ferocious move, but it can be kept as a killer weapon in case of emergency.

"Who else?" Ying Lang saw Wang Yong's might, and couldn't help but lift his spirits, jumped up from that Daoist disciple, and said loudly.

Trickle down the other disciples, you look at me, I look at you, there was silence for a while, but no one dared to stand up to fight.

"It's boring! a bunch of cowards!" said Yinglang excitedly.

Although the disciples of the Trickle Stream Dao Hall were angry in their hearts, they were helpless. Wang Yong's terror, I'm afraid that except for the owner of the pavilion, Yoshio Funakoshi, no one can subdue it.

But Yoshio Funakoshi has disappeared for a long time, and even the disciples of the main dojo can't see him, but how can it be possible on such an occasion?