Hongkou Dojo is dead, for these people who are accustomed to playing prestige and domineering, it is like a dead old lady, a big deal. However, many spectators at the scene, as well as their representative, Master Funakoshi Yoshizhen, knew that the dead guy was not wronged at all. From ancient times to the present, people in the martial arts have hated this kind of behavior of hurting people with hidden arrows behind their backs, and they can't wait for everyone to shout and fight. Now that the dead ghost in the Hongkou Dojo actually did such a thing that defied the world's condemnation in front of everyone, and did not attract the crowd to attack him, he could already be regarded as taking care of them, and he actually asked the Jingwu Sports Club to punish the murderer, which was purely shameless.

Huo Dongge patted his chest and said to Wang Mengxiong: "Senior brother, don't worry. If the Hongkou Dojo is untrustworthy and wants you to get into a lawsuit, the senior brother will try his best to keep you safe. ”

Wang Mengxiong knew the result the moment he fought back against the guy who hurt people in the back, if it wasn't for him, another person might be injured or even killed. In this case, what kind of reasoning did you talk to these devils, and they were killed directly. As for the Japanese people in Shanghai at this time, they can't make any waves. What's more, there is also the relationship between Chu Yigong, and when the lawsuit is brought to the Songhu Protector Envoy, he can also speak.

The people in charge of the Hongkou Dojo also knew that they were wrong, but they were so arrogant that they refused to stop there, and while shouting to sue the official, they also went to Funakoshi Yoshizhen to beg him to call the shots. Funakoshi Yoshizhen is very convinced of these guys' ability to reverse black and white, but he is a Ryukyuan himself, and he is not a family with these guys cultivated by the military department, and he has no feelings of hatred and hatred. However, since the person in charge begged him to be the master, he was afraid that these guys would go to the military headquarters to talk nonsense if he didn't say anything, so he immediately nodded and said: "Although a disciple died on our side, the situation at that time was obvious to everyone. Even in the Ryukyus, such acts are not allowed. If it is really investigated, people accuse your disciples of not being strict, disregarding people's lives, destroying martial arts exchanges, and finally counting this despicable act on the head of the Hongkou Dojo, then it is not a matter of personal life and death, but a big issue representing the image of the entire country. If this affects the plans of the military department, I'm afraid that your Hongkou Dojo can't afford such a responsibility, right? ”

There is a way to point tofu with brine, and one thing drops one thing. Funakoshi Yoshizhen has nothing to do but pursue the essence of martial arts, so he doesn't care about the Hongkou Dojo that was supported by the military department. What's more, his words also grasped the weakness of the Hongkou Dojo, if it really makes trouble, no matter how you look at it, public opinion will not be on their side, and the Enthusiastic Military Department is not happy, so it is really uncertain whether this dojo can be run or not.

"That's it! Then listen to Mr. Funakoshi once, and temporarily let the Jingwu Sports Club go. But sir, can you teach that kid a lesson, even if you hurt him in one hand, it can be regarded as a vent for our dead disciple. ”

"Yaga! What stupid things to say! I'm fifty years old, so why can't I do it to an eight-year-old? When these words go out, they will make people in the martial arts laugh. You Hongkou Dojo is shameless, I still want the face of Master Ryukyu Tangshou! ”

Funakoshi Yoshizhen's face darkened, and he scolded people mercilessly. The person in charge of the Hongkou Dojo just now was scolded by him and bowed and apologized again and again, and he didn't dare to put one more fart.

Seeing the trouble, the people of the Hongkou Dojo were subdued by Yoshijin Funakoshi, and the supporters of the exchange meeting also pretended that nothing had happened. Anyway, it's not the Huaxia people who die, as long as they don't make trouble anymore and stay honestly.

"The following is the most exciting moment of this North-South Martial Arts Exchange Conference, which was played by Wang Fan, who represented the Jingwu Sports Association, and Lu Xinyang, who played on behalf of South Shaolin. The two sides have almost rested, and the final showdown will begin immediately! ”

Lu Xinyang slowly approached the venue, still thinking about his grandfather's confession in his mind. "The one named Wang Fan seems to have practiced horizontal kung fu, and there must be a cover door. Just now, the little devil had already figured out that the perineum point might be a cover door, but he turned the situation upside down in an instant, hiding the cover door on it, so that the little devil lost the opportunity to start. You then use all means to attack that part. Just force him to admit defeat, and don't hurt anyone. If the cover door is broken, his work will be wasted, and we can't do that kind of immoral thing. ”

On the other hand, on the side of the Jingwu Sports Club, many disciples led by Liu Congyun surrounded Wang Mengxiong to the sidelines like a moon. There are those who carry towels, those who hand water, those who fan, and those who praise, and those who praise them, they all want to bury Wang Mengxiong in the crowd.

Huo Dongge stretched out his hand and pushed everyone away, put his arm around Wang Mengxiong's shoulders and said, "Little junior brother, you tell me the truth, are you sure about this battle?" I see that Master Lu of Southern Shaolin has already told his grandson a lot of things, if your cover door is broken by him, then ...... you? ”

"Cover door? What cover door? Wang Mengxiong winked at Huo Dongge with a smile, and then turned around and left the field without a trace of hesitation.

"Is it ......?" Huo Dongge didn't know what Wang Mengxiong really wanted to express in the blink of an eye, if he really wanted him to guess, the next thing to worry about was not Wang Fan, but Lu Xinyang. Thinking of this, he hurriedly shouted, "Senior brother, don't hurt people anymore." After all, it's all a family, and it's up to the point. ”

These words were shouted too loudly, and they were heard by Lu Xinyang on the opposite side, and they were almost dizzy. "Just now, grandpa also told him not to be heavy-handed, but the other party actually asked the child not to hurt himself. Am I so vulnerable? ”

Originally, he planned to charge up three points according to what his grandfather said, but now Lu Xinyang decided to use ten out of ten strength to teach this child a good lesson, and also show the people of the Jingwu Sports Club what the fate of underestimating people is.

With the referee shouting, the battle for the championship and runner-up began. Lu Xinyang learned the lesson of Kazuo Hashimoto and took the initiative to attack. He relied on his tall and tall horses, punching, kicking, grabbing his head, and hitting his shoulders, almost turning his whole body into a means of attack. This is similar to the many types of martial arts that Kazuo Hashimoto just hashimoto, one is proficient in several skills, and the other is to turn his whole body into a weapon. All kinds of attack methods are staring at Wang Mengxiong's next plate, and it is clear that they want to break his cover door.

"Niang Xipi, the bait originally prepared for Kazuo Hashimoto, but he didn't completely swallow it before he completely worshipped. I didn't expect this Lu Xinyang to also chase the bait and bite indiscriminately, if I don't give him food, I think I look down on him. ”

Wang Mengxiong no longer struggled with the question of whether to throw bait to the big fish, but responded to Lu Xinyang's attack step by step, and gradually exposed the next plate in front of him.

"Since you refuse to admit defeat, then let me beat you to admit defeat!"

Lu Xinyang made up his mind and began to use his best skill-Shaolin Xinyi. There is a saying in the martial arts: Tai Chi treachery, gossip slippery, the most hated and poisonous. The poison of the mind lies in incurring disability and fatality. All the hits are critical, such as Baihui, Renzhong, Sun, Adam's apple, dantian, and perineum. This time, he mobilized the three talents of heaven, earth and man into one in an instant and attacked Wang Mengxiong's perineum acupoint, and a cold wind followed, making the people around him exclaim.

"The fish take the bait, close the net!"

Wang Mengxiong clamped his knees, smashed out a heavy fist, and hit the opponent's left ventricle at the same time as Lu Xinyang hit his perineum acupoint, and immediately beat him to his breath, and the whole person flew up.

An old man with a fluttering beard flew after him and caught Lu Xinyang just as he was about to land. Turned to look at Wang Mengxiong and said, "He also hit your perineum acupoint, why are you okay?" ”

Wang Mengxiong got up in a dashing manner, shook off the dust stained in the fight on his body, and said with a slight smile: "Maybe he is tired and tired, of course he is fine." ”

"Fart!"