"Phew, I'm in the crowd, I can see it clearly, when I was fighting just now, I counted the captain who stepped on it the hardest, jumped up and stomped hard, and now I think everyone is hurting? What a hypocrisy! ”

Li Mingfu's mouth has never spared people, even Wang Xiaoshi.

Wang Xiaoshi didn't speak, he gently moved his wrist joints, twisted his waist and stretched his hips, his bones were rattling, his eyes were burning, and he looked at Li Mingfu with a smile like a beast hunting.

Such a meaningful smile, in Li Mingfu's view, is simply a cruel smile of a tiger grinding its teeth and sucking blood, Li Mingfu suddenly had a cold back, shrank his head, flashed behind Li Mingjun quickly, and shook his hand again and again: "The gentleman doesn't move his mouth, boss, let's not play like this." ”

Everyone burst into laughter, among Yelanwei, only Wang Xiaoshi, who is as unruly as Li Mingfu and is a scoundrel and shameless with black hands, can make Li Mingfu afraid, otherwise, when it comes to lip service, who can say anything about Li Mingfu?

The next day, the news that the karate master of Sang Guo was beaten by a group of thugs on the streets of Hancheng, seriously injured and thrown into the Han River, was like a bomb, and it caused an uproar in public opinion in more than a dozen East Asian countries, including Han and Sang countries.

This incident has aroused widespread concern in the world martial arts circle, including martial arts enthusiasts, and more than 100 television stations and newspapers around the world have published and commented on this news.

On the Internet, a picture of netizens shooting on their mobile phones and beating up Yuan Benhong also quickly became popular, grabbing the headlines of major websites, Internet giants, and search engines to search for information with several keywords such as Yuan Benhong and gangsters, and the total number reached a terrifying number.

From a certain point of view, Hiroshi Genmoto's identity and status in the karate martial arts circle are exactly the same as Park Taebaek's status in taekwondo.

Hiroshi Genmoto, the most famous master of karate, fell into such a scandal and not only turned himself into a joke, but also completely turned the karate that he had worked so hard to promote all his life into a synonym for pseudo-martial arts and liars.

Overnight, almost more than half of the world's karate gyms closed down, and the remaining gyms were only barely able to hold on.

In the senior ward of Hancheng Yingai Hospital, Gen Benhong, who had just woken up from a serious injury, just turned on the TV, and saw the overwhelming news, his eyes cracked, and he screamed, and a mouthful of blood stained the sheets.

Ikebana Maruko, who was taking care of it on the side, silently helped the master wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling sad in his heart, and sighed faintly.

Master Yuan Benhong is a master of Dan Jin, his own physical functions have reached the point of impurity, even if he is seriously injured, but after a day and a night of recuperation, most of the external injuries, including internal injuries, have been healed, and this mouthful of blood, most of them are still humiliated and aggrieved in their hearts, and there is no way to vent it.

Genbenhong spit out a mouthful of blood, his anger and indignation eased slightly, he stared at the TV, his eyes were about to erupt fire, and said fiercely: "I was careless, I fell for the tricks of this group of Chinese people, I am ashamed of the people of Sang and my emperor." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help coughing again and again, an abnormal blush flashed across his cheeks, and the hatred in his eyes couldn't be washed away by the water of the Han River.

"Master, the matter has come to this, what should we do with the Karate Alliance?"

Ikebana Maruko stretched out his hand to caress Genmoto Hiroshi's chest that was constantly rising and falling because of anger, and his eyes also flashed with fierceness.

Although she was lucky not to be dragged into the scandal, a genius with great strength, she was killed with a sniper gun, which is also an unforgivable shame for Ikebana Maruko.

Genmoto snorted, and suddenly someone knocked on the door outside the ward, and the knocking sound was very rhythmic, just enough for the people in the ward to hear, but it was not abrupt and disturbed the patient.

Genmoto Hiroshi is like a beast in the jungle, always between life and death, and his perception of danger is as keen as a hanging spider silk.

At this moment, Yuan Benhong felt a faint murderous aura outside the door, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as if the knock outside the door was just a gust of wind.

"Please come in!"

Genmoto Hiroshi tried a look at Ikebana-chan-maruko, and Ikebana-chanmaruko also saw the wariness in her master's eyes, and was careful to be on guard before going to open the door.

What caught my eye was a thin and short old man, sitting in a wheelchair, the old man was wearing the Taoist robe of Sang Guo, a wide Taoist robe, and his thin body was contrasted as short as a child.

His hair and beard have become snow-white, and the wrinkles on his face are also dense, and thousands of furrows are densely arranged on his face, but his eyes are not faint at all, clear and deep, like the eyes of a young man, moist and clear.

These eyes, as if they have magical power, are full of forbearance, compassion, relief, perseverance, etc., with indifference and wisdom that have experienced vicissitudes.

Yuan Benhong is no exception, when he suddenly saw the old man's eyes, a violent and angry heart, immediately became like stopping water, and the old man in front of him, even if Yuan Benhong has become a god, in the face of this old man, he can only worship deeply.

This kind of respect has nothing to do with the strength of both sides, not only Yuan Benhong respects this old man like a god, but the entire Sang people, even including the emperor, can only bow their heads and bow in front of this thin and old man.

Because, this old man is one of the founders of the Sang country after the war, and he is also the founder of the martial arts spirit of the entire nation.

"Genmoto-kun, are you better?"

The old man sat in a wheelchair, bowing slightly, and Yuan Benhong, who was full of energy, lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, feeling guilty and remorseful, so that he had no way to face this venerable old man.

"I'm sorry, I fell for the enemy's tricks and brought immeasurable losses to the country and the nation"

Genmoto Hong's eyes didn't dare to look at the old man at all, lowered his head, and muttered.

The old man smiled, and in anyone's opinion, this smile was full of warmth and tolerance, like a spring breeze in March: "Genben-kun, don't blame yourself anymore, in fact, you have made great contributions to the country." ”

"What?"

Hiroshi Genmoto and Ikebana Maruko raised their heads together and looked at the old man blankly with disbelief in their eyes.

The old man smiled slightly, didn't say much, waved his hand back, and a girl behind him pushed him into the door, and then closed the door with his hand.

Yuan Benhong's heart jumped suddenly, until now, he didn't realize that the existence of this girl behind the old man was absolutely incredible for a supreme master who had already become a god.

I saw that the girl was wearing a coarse cloth dress, under the coarse cotton cloth, there was a pair of crystal beautiful calves, and long hair as soft as seaweed, reflecting her face pale and indifferent, from beginning to end, the girl did not frown, or even blink her eyes, such a person, like a dead corpse, but gave a strong warning to Yuan Benhong's heart.

This girl is definitely the most difficult master to mess with in Genmotohiro's life!

The old man entered the ward, smiled, and looked at Yuan Benhong: "Originally, I wasn't sure if the fat man hiding in the Song Family's Guoshu Pavilion was the person we were looking for, but since you had an accident last night, we have tuned a lot of live videos to watch, and finally determined that that the fat man Zhang Yuan is actually God!" ”

When he said the English word "god", the old man's tranquil eyes suddenly brightened, and there was a strong hostility in his voice: "It is this god who supports the backbone of the entire Chinese martial arts with his own strength." ”

"He improved the Chinese martial arts, and improved the obscure and difficult to practice Chinese martial arts into a simple and easy-to-learn Chinese national martial arts that entered the Tao with martial arts, and over time, the Chinese national arts that he improved will replace taekwondo, karate and any kind of fighting arts, and become popular all over the world."

"And this person is the enemy of my Dasang nation, when I was a god before, I didn't target the strategic policy of my Sang country, and made small moves behind my back, and now after returning to China, he has openly defected to the Chinese military, in the jungle of South Vietnam, annihilating my kamikaze commando, and sniping my Sang warriors."

"What's more, this person's martial arts inheritance has threatened the expansion of my Sang country's martial arts, affected my Sang country's warriors' belief in the invincibility of the world, and has severely destroyed the spirit of my Sang country's warriors to be aggressive and expand their territory."

The old man took a breath, said so much, was slightly short, sighed, and said lightly: "This martial arts conference involves the martial arts of several countries in East Asia. ”

When Genmoto heard the old man finally mention this ugly incident, he was so ashamed that he bowed his head deeply: "I'm sorry"

The old man shook his hand, and between his eyebrows, he was quite complacent: "You can escape your life under God's hands, which is already the greatest glory of your life, this is not a shame, understand?" ”

He said lightly: "After the street battle, we finally determined the identity of God, hehe, although we lost a game in the martial arts conference, if we can kill God, this battle, we can turn defeat into victory, and this kind of victory is what we need." ”

As if in the darkness, I saw the light in the dark night in the distance, and Yuan Benhong, who was all in despair, suddenly rose with a new hope: "So, we haven't lost yet?" ”

"Not defeated!"

The old man nodded affirmatively, looked through the window, looked at the twilight gradually falling in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Tonight, our real battle has just begun, and the great prosperity of the century-old national martial arts will also start from tonight's battle." ”

He turned his head and looked at Genmoto Hiroshi and smiled: "And you, you will definitely not fight alone again!" ”

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