It's a week. After the New Year is really over, the time has come to the end of February.

Compared with previous years, this year's Tianjue is much more lively. Especially in the Tianjue Workers' Cultural Stadium, the venue that has been idle for many years has also been opened. Because of the sincere invitation of Japan and Hanguo, the Chinese side finally agreed to hold this indiscriminate martial arts event to enhance international exchanges.

This is my old classmate from high school and one of the sponsors of this competition, Wu Chaofan. Chaofan, this is the leader who presided over the competition with me, Comrade Gong Yuemin. When he arrived at the venue office, Yu Qingcheng introduced everyone to each other. Gong Yuemin also shook hands with Wu Chaofan to get acquainted.

In addition to them, the Military Commission also strongly supported the martial arts conference this time. Yin Jun, who is responsible for maintaining stability, Fan Kaiqi was also transferred from the Northeast. Yin Jun and Wu Chaofan met each other, and they were also happy to hug again and again. Gong Yuemin didn't expect that there were actually two masters of transformation in the army, and his face suddenly looked much better.

"Since we have accepted the organizational task this time, we must do a good job in the competition, and we must do it well! Don't let foreigners look down on us Chinese again." ”

Yu Tingcheng and their help to preside over the conference together this time can be said to have given the Chinese side a backbone. In any case, it is impossible for the thing that was ridiculed by the Japanese people that "there is no Shaolin Temple, but there is no Shaolin Boxing" again. It's just that the majority of the people who preside over the conference are still those people from the Martial Arts Association and the Sports Committee, and the elders of Yongxing and the Taoist priests of Xishan are now also in the Standing Committee.

For those people, Gong Yuemin is a hundred unpleasant: "Gymnastics is gymnastics, and martial arts is martial arts." Why are these people still involved in this martial arts conference?"

In this regard, Yu Tingcheng was not surprised: "There is no way, people are also regular officials." I just hope that the people they have summoned from all over the country will not make too many appearances. ”

Two days after the preparatory work, Yu Chengcheng's leaders and investors began to preside over the "audition".

The basketball court of the Workers' Cultural Gymnasium has been temporarily converted into a fighting ring. There were dozens of people sitting on the judges' seats. And the real "commander-in-chief" is the Yongxing elder of the Martial Arts Association. In addition to gathering contestants and forming teams according to the rules, they do more work than to advertise and sell tickets.

As a result, on the day of the start of the preliminary competition, tens of thousands of spectators came. The organizers also held an opening ceremony, which made Yu Tingcheng and them stunned.

Wu Chaofan and other sponsors are also a hundred unhappy about this: "Lao Tzu sponsored hundreds of millions, don't select boxers first, use them to do this!"

The opening ceremony is said to have been designed by a certain big-name director, and it cost seventy or eighty million from the beginning of the preparation to today's rehearsal. On the colorful stage, a group of dancers dressed up as Shaolin warrior monks, jumping and dancing Shaolin's "seventy-two stunts"; the tenor singer in the middle also shouted impassionedly: "Shaolin Shaolin, how many heroes and heroes have come to admire you......

Yu Qingcheng couldn't help but say to Gong Yuemin, who was sitting next to him: "Did your Shaolin faction really show your face this time?"

Gong Yuemin's face was ugly.

Fortunately, Yin Jun and Fan Kaiqi didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so they persuaded Gong Yuemin: "Old chief, entertainment! Be harmonious, be harmonious......

Finally, after the opening ceremony, the preliminary competition officially began. It is gratifying that although the opening ceremony has some catwalk meaning, this conference is more formal because of the intervention of Yu Allure and Gong Yuemin. This tournament is a truly indiscriminate competition, there is no heavyweight division, and the players are also wearing very tight protective gear, and the first round is against Wudang Taijimen vs. Northwest Military Academy Sanda Academy.

Each team consists of three players and is a best-of-five system.

The three contestants of Taijimen are an old man and two young people. The old man was dressed as a Taoist priest, with a bun on his head, and the young man was wearing a centipede suit. The players of the Northwest Sanda Academy are three young people with five big and three thick, all dressed in green vests and camouflage pants. Gong Yuemin saw the three young soldiers from a distance, and he was also slightly surprised: "Hey, this soldier who practices foreign kung fu seems to have been instructed by a master. ”

Yu Qingcheng hurriedly humbled a little: "Where is it, this is the soldier I led before." Of these three fierce men, there is one she is very familiar with, it is Wang Gensheng.

At this time, the extremely excited voice of the child Zhang also came out of the stereo: "Distinguished guests, leaders, welcome to the scene of the qualifiers of the world's first martial arts conference, I am the host Zhang Yin! In this bright spring season, we ushered in the first round of qualifiers in the Tianjue Workers' Cultural Gymnasium, they are from the Wudang team, Taijimen! and the Northwest Military Region Sanda Academy, the Iron Fist Team!"

"A round of applause, please!"

As the players from both sides entered, the audience also burst into applause. Wang Gensheng and the others turned straight on all sides and saluted the army. The three people of the "Wudang faction" put on a pose, and they were very imposing together. The Xishan Daoist who was sitting on the judging platform also showed a smug smile, and turned around to discuss something with Elder Yongxing. However, the words of the child Lao Zhang made their faces cold all of a sudden.

"The first game is about to start! Let me introduce to you, there are no rules in this competition, which means to test the real combat skills of the players, please check the safety of the protective gear! Especially the three Taoist priests of the Wudang faction, although the Wudang faction is very awesome in martial arts novels, but the fighting in the real world is always dominated by physique! You three are too small, don't be disabled by Brother Bing......"

"Where is this narrator popping up? "Elder Yongxing was furious, because this kind of explanation simply smashed their listing signboard!

But!

In the first game of the indiscriminate game, the young Taoist priest faced a soldier brother, but it was just a move! The soldier brother kicked him on the patella with a sweeping leg, and the young Taoist priest didn't even have a "poss" set, so he rolled on the ground with his bones on the ground, and he couldn't even shout with his mouth open in pain! The soldier brother glanced back at the captain, but Wang Gensheng stood on the edge of the ring and yawned, waved his hand to let him continue.

Wang Gensheng and another player had no interest in playing at all, so the first player fought in a row!

"Damn!"

As a judge, the Xishan Taoist priest was obviously angry, as a person who has inherited a little health culture, but has been working behind closed doors all day long, and has no experience in actual combat exchanges, he can't understand why the "master" in the team can't beat a single move? After the second young Taoist priest came on the field, he was obviously much more cautious, and before the electric bell rang, he put on a shape with his front legs stretched out and his back legs bowed, and his two hands stretched out like Huang Feihong.

Gong Yuemin almost didn't spit it out: "Martial arts don't enter the Dan Dao, let's start fighting with a fighting frame!

Sure enough, the soldier brother was also a hundred unhappy with this Taoist priest who pretended to be forced, and when he stepped forward and slapped his lower leg, he brushed his leg and neck, making this Taoist priest scream. After that, Brother Bing was not polite, and stepped forward with a forehand armbar, pressing the young Taoist priest to the ground! Finally, Brother Bing took out a hand and slapped it on the Taoist priest's face, shouting while patting: "Oh...... Oh!...... Oh......"

As the host, the eldest child Zhang shouted along with him with a very unprofessional ethics: "Oh...... Oh!...... Oh ......" As a result, the audience also clapped along with the shout: "Oh...... Oh!...... Oh ......" At this moment, the face of the Xishan Taoist priest on the judging seat turned red, and Elder Yongxing was even more angry and stood up and shouted into the microphone: "Referee, what about the referee!"

Fortunately, the referee stopped the game in time. However, the young Taoist priest had already been beaten and cried, and went down the field with nosebleeds and tears, and when he left, he said to Brother Bing: "Hey, you are very good, too ...... It's so insulting!"

Brother Bing glared: "Gou Ri, you try to scold again?"

In the end, the people at the scene focused their attention on the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest waved with one hand, his eyes always seemed to be open, as if they were not closed, and the old child Zhang also said on the radio: "Hey, old man, it's time for you to play! Audience friends, the old man may be old and a little deaf, how about we invite him out together and show off the magic skills of the Wudang Sect?" The audience listened, and naturally shouted in unison.

"Good ——!"

"One, two, three!"

"Here's one!"

"Wudang Sect!"

"Let's ......"

Elder Yongxing and Daoist Xishan glanced at each other, and they both saw patches of cold sweat on each other's foreheads.

"Good, good fight!"

Yu Qingcheng and Gong Yuemin were really happy when they saw such an atmosphere. To truly revitalize national arts, the first thing to do is to break superstition and throw out all these pseudo-Shaolin, pseudo-Wudang, pseudo-gossip, and pseudo-Tai Chi guys. Only by taking off the fake can we recognize the real thing. "This time, I really want to thank Rihan for giving us the opportunity to truly revitalize the quintessence of the country. Look at how these fat-brained guys get off power!"

Finally, the old Dao couldn't pretend anymore, and said very calmly: "Poor Dao is unwell today, so I will retire first." ”

"Woo ......" The audience also let out a burst of boos unique to Lao Tianjue.

The old Zhang was also very excited to announce: "The results of the first round of the competition, the team of the Sanda Academy of the Northwest Military Region, eliminated the Wudang Taijimen 3-0! How about it, I am not wrong, fighting is based on physique, I have presided over the fighting competition for ten years, I am very professional! Please remember me, my name is Zhang Yin, and the old Zhang ...... the child."

Wang Gensheng and the three of them also saluted the audience again, winning the warm applause of the audience.

However, Elder Yongxing, Xishan Daoist, as well as the leaders of the Sports Committee and the Martial Arts Association, had a black cloud on their faces. At this time, they finally realized that they had taken over this martial arts conference, and they originally wanted to make a big profit, but they really stepped on the pit. Because of the competition rules of this martial arts conference, it is impossible to play any tricks: if you can fight, you can fight, and if you can't beat, you can't beat.

Of course, they still firmly believe that a miracle will happen! Finally, the voice of the child Lao Zhang continued to sound, and the second round of qualifiers was about to begin: "Audience friends, the next round will be the Neimeng Gu wrestling folk team, against the Shaolin Temple warrior monk team! Everyone is welcome to ......."

Airplanes!......

The light flashed at the venue, and I saw a group of people dressed as monks, carrying three people dressed as warrior monks, and they made a wonderful appearance in the music: "The stock market of a thousand years......!

Gong Yuemin looked forward to it: "These three cute ancient babies who practice wrestling have a good physique!