The sun was shining on this day.

In the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall, Sun Zhiqing felt very painful, thinking that he was already a big master, well, it was true that he came to Luzhou at the beginning, but he was beaten one after another.

The redness and swelling on my face hadn't healed for a while, and I started vomiting blood again.

He was lying in the courtyard of the martial arts hall, feeling the smell of blood in his mouth, and looking at the few guys who were walking out, he felt depressed in his heart.

The junior brother next to him came over to help him get up, and Sun Zhiqing said sickly: "Isn't it just to call someone?" Isn't it just that the small ones come out of the old ones? We will too! ”

"Close! Call Master Ho! ”

……

There are IELTS test centers in Luzhou at the end of April and early May, and He Bangwei thought about it and applied for the test in early May.

There is still nearly a month to go, and while I am busy with the submission of materials, I should be able to use the "Sleep Dafa," which should be no problem.

He Bangwei planned very well, and then received a crying call from Sun Zhiqing.

He wasn't going to pay attention to him, but when he mentioned that "this person is very powerful, completely different from our system, I'm afraid it's the culmination of another country's genre", so he decided to take a look.

After being in contact for such a period of time, Sun Zhiqing actually secretly figured out He Bangwei's thoughts, in his mind, such a big master may also have the feeling of loneliness of a master.

Crookedly, he did touch He Bangwei's idea of insight.

In such a harmonious society, it doesn't seem to be easy to meet those masters, He Bangwei thought.

"Master He, that person is indeed very powerful, extraordinary." Sun Zhiqing's face was pale and he was injured internally, and he said in a reminiscent tone: "The person who came is from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and he introduces himself as a red belt." ”

"Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu? Red belt? He Bangwei asked.

Sun Zhiqing asked his junior brother to serve tea. Explained: "Before, we communicated with other martial arts halls, and one of them taught jiu-jitsu, but we didn't know what it was from Brazil or Japan. After the exchange, the people over there left. Now it seems that I am not reconciled, and I went back to call someone. This one is a red belt, I checked it. It's actually the highest level in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. ”

Seeing the master, Sun Zhiqing was also a little excited in his heart, he was actually a martial idiot in his bones, otherwise he would not always be pestering He Bangwei to be abused these days.

"Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, the highest black belt is nine dan, and the red belt is only awarded to those who have made special contributions to Jiu-Jitsu, which is an honorary title. The person who came called himself a red belt, his name in Chinese was Zhang Guoqiang, and his foreign name was Gao Sen Gracie. He went on to explain. The defense is very strong, the close quarters are super strong, and after taking me down, it quickly dissolves my fighting power. ”

He Bangwei listened quietly, and his heart ignited an interest in this Gao Sen Gracie, the highest level of red belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?

When the tea was served, Sun Zhiqing put it for Master He, and he was not very sure that he would be able to make a move this time.

If Master He doesn't make a move, then he can only go back and ask the master. I don't know if it's in time.

He looked at He Bangwei's face and tried to guess the master's thoughts from it. But it didn't come to fruition.

"Zhang Guoqiang said that he would stay in Luzhou for three days, let me call someone, he also wanted to see the national art here." Sun Zhiqing added.

He Bangwei smiled, blinked and said, "Okay, then let's see each other." The tone was very kind.

Sun Zhiqing took a sip of tea, excited in his heart. Not only to be able to stand out for the martial arts, but also to be able to see high-level battles as a martial artist.

The other party is known as the supreme red belt of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Master He is a talented and unprecedented swordsman, and this scene must be very exciting.

"Then I'll ask him out?" Sun Zhiqing asked tentatively.

He Bangwei nodded and said, "Okay." After making an appointment, I was told that I would go back to class first. ”

Sun Zhiqing: "......"

Please, you're going to compete with someone's red belt! They are the highest level of jiu-jitsu! Don't you prepare first? You don't go back to me?

After all, I am Sun Zhiqing, the elder brother of Xingyi.

While thinking like this, he could only smile bitterly as he watched Master He's figure drift away.

The two sides were very efficient, and a day later, He Bangwei finished the English IELTS course - this time he went to the tutorial class to sleep, and then set out on the road to the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall.

When He Bangwei, who was dressed in casual clothes, knocked on the door of the martial arts hall, there were already more than a dozen people standing inside, and their eyes were all looking at He Bangwei who came in.

The person who had heard Xingyi mention that the so-called "Master He" was young, but he didn't think that he was so young, okay, yes, don't embarrass us.

The courtyard of the Xingyi Martial Arts Pavilion, which usually has a few fallen leaves, was spotlessly tidy today, and most of the disciples were also dismissed.

He Bangwei noticed that except for three or four familiar people, the rest of the nearly ten people were all people he had never seen before.

The three foreign-looking people in the middle of the courtyard should be the main ones of this trip.

Hey? Didn't you say it was a red belt? Why didn't you tie it? He Bangwei entered the courtyard and had some doubts in his heart.

Gosen Gracie or Zhang Guoqiang stood in the center of the field and waited for his opponent to arrive, and when he saw He Bangwei enter, he not only did not despise his opponent because of his youth, but showed a solemn look.

He grunted to the younger foreigner next to him, and saw the young foreigner ask in Chinese that was not very fluent: "Is this the opponent?" What is your name? My master's name is Gao Sen Gracie, and you can call him by his Chinese name - Zhang Guoqiang. The last sentence he said to He Bangwei.

He Bangwei nodded and glanced at the people with raw faces.

Sun Zhiqing immediately explained: "These are all well-known people in the neighborhood, and I don't know how to hear about this competition and rushed over." If it takes longer, there should be more people coming. "He's a bit of a pride.

He also wanted to introduce further but was interrupted by He Bangwei waving his hand, this trip was for Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Zhang Guoqiang, and no one was too lazy for him to understand.

Standing forward, He Bangwei looked at Zhang Guoqiang in the next game.

He is not tall, his muscles are not obvious but he is very streamlined-this is somewhat similar to himself, his hair is neatly combed, his eyes are staring at him intently, and he looks good in a white practice uniform.

He Bangwei really thinks that this person is dressed very well, probably because he has a kind of spirit.

"You're a red belt? Highest? He confirmed.

The young foreigner was a little upset when he heard this, but he translated it into the original Portuguese language.

Zhang Guoqiang nodded deeply, did not speak, just stretched out his right hand.

The young foreigner was a little puzzled as to why the master seemed to attach so much importance to it.

He looked at He Bangwei who was walking into the arena, imagining the embarrassment of waiting for him to be locked on the ground by the master's jiu-jitsu, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone around them stepped back some distance.

The few warriors who had just come here gathered together, with different expressions, some came to admire, some were unconvinced, and some were noncommittal.

Everything is waiting to be seen on the field. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you for being struck by lightning 2, the reward for the exile attempt.