With or without intention, the martial arts hall brought by Jiang Mushu came prepared, and the selected disciples were all carefully selected, each of them was the elite of the elite, against Yun Tie and Hua Jia and several other disciples of the National Martial Arts Pavilion, and they had the upper hand in an all-round way.

In ten games, the Guoshu Pavilion lost eight games, and it was basically the rhythm of going up and putting it down if it couldn't support a few moves. Soon, among the disciples of the entire National Art Pavilion, that is, only the stronger Liu Yong and Zhou Wu did not fight.

Jiang Mushu laughed out loud: "Do you know how the late Qing Dynasty perished? Yelang is arrogant, closed off from the country, and other people's spears and foreign cannons are coming, we are still big swords and long sticks, will we be opponents? The same is true now, the same is true of martial arts, if we don't learn advanced martial arts skills, if we can't learn from the masters, when the time comes, the eliminated and ugly ones will be ourselves, hahaha, Vice President Zhao, have you seen it? Is this your star martial arts hall?"

Vice President Zhao's face was blue and very unsightly. This is Chi Guoguo's slap in the face.

The martial arts heroes at the scene, their faces were not very good, even Zheng Ya couldn't help frowning a little, this is essentially different from the exchange and competition just now, the battle of ideas just now is their own business, behind closed doors, everyone has no problem arguing.

But now, it's different, taekwondo, Muay Thai and extreme vacuum karate have come to bully them, but their own family members are still not fighting and are completely defeated.

What is this called? A good party, it's like this, it's really disgusting like eating flies.

Zheng Ya also had the same uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when Huashan was arguing on swords last year, at that time, Zheng Ya fought to the death for the dignity of the national art and the final victory of the national art, and finally used his performance to defend the glory of the national art.

But now, Zheng Ya suddenly discovered that in fact, there are different voices in the country, even if it is a Chinese person, they may be confused about how to develop the national art.

Jiang Mushu saw that the atmosphere at the scene was very strange, stood in the middle of the field, took the microphone unceremoniously, and said loudly: "The so-called existence is reasonable, there is a market when there is a need, you can go to any city to have a look, you will find that taekwondo gyms are everywhere, what does that mean?"

Jiang Mushu used a question.

Below, the other people's faces were gloomy, no one spoke, Zheng Ya's side, Wu Qing used a little bit of alcohol, and said loudly: "I can't explain anything, taekwondo is popular because taekwondo is an Olympic sport, many children have learned, and there will be another way in the future." “

Jiang Mushu slapped his face and said: "That's right, you're right, taekwondo is an Olympic event, why don't you think about it, why is taekwondo an international Olympic event, but not tai chi......?

Strength is the confidence to speak, Wu Qing's identity and status are not good, after shouting, there is no follow-up, Vice President Zhao saw that Jiang Mushu was getting more and more energetic, and he was very unhappy, interrupted his words, and said in his mouth: "You came prepared, and you were caught off guard, so you are embarrassed to make a big fuss here?"

Jiang Mushu laughed, and said in his mouth: "I knew you would say such a thing, okay, then be fair, the previous competitions can be completely ignored, so let's do it, I will send three disciples, in the scene, as long as the disciples of the National Art Pavilion can beat any of them, even if it is just one, you will win, I will turn around and leave, there is no other word, Cui Changjun, Qi Jianqiang, Min Wuyue, out of the ranks." “

Below, three young men dressed in different martial arts uniforms stepped forward and stood beside Jiang Mushu.

The three disciples are represented, Taekwondo, Extreme Vacuum Jarate and Muay Thai, which is really on the same page as the Guoshu Museum.

Vice President Zhao looked at Zhou Wu and Liu Yong, his face was slightly relieved, and he said: "Lao Mo, Lao Zhang, let your disciples go to the sect to lead the teaching, if none of them are opponents, then today's star, it doesn't matter if it is not awarded, in the future, the National Art Pavilion will be a person with his tail between his legs." “

Zhou Wu is the most valued disciple of the Mo Pavilion Master, and he can be regarded as the most outstanding junior, however, in the Yuntie National Art Pavilion, he is not the strongest disciple, and the other disciples who came to see the world with him are weaker than Zhou Wu.

Liu Yong is also the most outstanding disciple selected by the master of the Zhang Pavilion, but unfortunately, his strength is only equal to that of Zhou Wu, and the strength of the other disciples of the National Art Pavilion is even more average.

However, in the National Arts Pavilion on the scene, Zhou Wu and Liu Yong are already the strongest disciples, if they don't succeed, then today's situation will be very inappropriate.

Senior Lang's face sank like water, and he said softly: "Zhou Wu, you go up first, behave calmly, don't admit defeat easily." “

Zhou Wu nodded and said okay, after going up, he thought about it, faced the taekwondo master Cui Changjun, arched his hands, and said in his mouth: "Yuntie National Art Museum, Zhou Wu, please advise." “

Cui Changjun returned the salute and simply explained: "Black belt fifth section, Cui Changjun." “

Zheng Ya doesn't know much about the fifth stage of the black belt, but the exclamations and gasps of the surrounding martial arts people made Zheng Ya have a more sober understanding of the gold content of this black belt fifth stage.

Probably, this is a formidable opponent.

Sure enough, after the two of them started, the battle situation immediately showed a one-sided situation, Zhou Wu, who was not Ma Ling's opponent, nor was it Cui Changjun's opponent.

Zhou Wu's attack on Kong Wu was powerful, but after the attack, he quickly fell into a very strange state, Cui Changjun's movements were obviously not very fast, but Zhou Wu just couldn't hit him, giving people the feeling that Cui Changjun only needed to turn sideways a little to completely avoid any dangerous attacks from Zhou Wu.

gives people a very clear understanding that Zhou Wu is frantically waving his fists and feet, and others don't take him seriously at all.

After a few easy flashes, Cui Changjun suddenly stepped out of his leg head-on, and kicked Zhou Wu's chest, it seemed that the kick was not heavy, but the huge force pushed Zhou Wu backwards and went a foot away, almost kicked off the stage, plopped, and sat on the stage with a butt.

Similar to this kind of exchange, in fact, being kicked like this is already considered a loss, but Zhou Wu stubbornly got up, went up again and started to fight, this time, Zhou Wu learned the previous lesson, and did not attack blindly, but just surrounded Cui Changjun, slowly probing, looking cautious.

Cui Changjun kept shaking his head at Zhou Wu's performance, and said slowly in his mouth: "I am a Chinese, I don't have a Han, but I like taekwondo, since the Martial Arts Association allows us to join, then we have to treat everyone equally, this brother, your kung fu is too bad, not an opponent, go down and rest......"

As he spoke, Cui Changjun flew up and kicked at Zhou Wu.

Zhou Wu was silent, and raised his leg to block, but, as Cui Changjun said, Zhou Wu was far from being an opponent, this kick, Zhou Wu made a defensive move, and even had the shadow of a defensive kung fu iron cloth shirt, unfortunately, the strength was too weak to resist at all.

With a bang, Zhou Wu was kicked and rolled on the ground a few times, but he rolled off the red carpet on the stage, and with a look of shame, he lowered his head and walked to his seat.

Cui Changjun showed mercy at his feet and didn't hurt him much, but this gathering and exchange, this child's psychological shadow area is not small, and the two fiascos before and after are enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

Zhou Wu was defeated, and among the representatives of the martial arts hall on the scene, the strongest was Liu Yong, and Liu Yong stepped onto the stage.

Glancing at Cui Changjun, Liu Yong naturally looked away.

Even if Cui Changjun just fought, the loss was not large, Liu Yong was self-aware, and he was not an opponent at all.

With a turn of his eyes, Liu Yong looked at the opponent who was obviously shorter among the three, Qi Jianqiang, who was wearing an extremely vacuum jarate uniform, and arched his hands: "Huajia Guoshu Pavilion, Liu Yong, please." “

Qi Jianqiang came out when he heard this, and said in his mouth: "Yamato Karate, Qi Jianqiang." “

He didn't say anything about his rank, but the black belt around his waist said it all, this is also a master, and it is very likely that he is a master who has surpassed Cui Changjun.

As soon as the two fought, Qi Jianqiang suddenly showed a powerful and incomparably aggressive nature, and from his body, Zheng Ya seemed to be able to see the appearance of fighting spirit.

The extremely sharp leg technique directly suppressed Liu Yong, unable to move, barely defended for more than a point, and did not even attack a move, Liu Yong had already been swept down with a kick.

(End of chapter)