Chen Zikun stood up, but his colleagues in the martial arts world didn't pay attention to him at all, and one by one he lowered his head to taste tea with Erlang's legs, only the head of the Zhenzhen Martial Arts Hall Yang said disdainfully: "There is no general in Shu, Liao has become a pioneer, hehe, there is really no one in the Jingwu Society." ”

"Head Yang, when Guan Yu Wenjiu killed Huaxiong, he was just a little pony archer, and it didn't hinder him from cutting the generals in front of the battle." Chen Zikun responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Yo, your tone is not small, you are Liu Zhensheng's apprentice, when will Jingwu be so unruly, it's the turn of the little character to speak." Head Yang sneered.

Chen Zikun said: "I am Huo Yuanjia's descendant disciple, now that the master is gone, our junior brothers and sisters, why can't we speak?" ”

Liu Zhensheng frowned, he recognized Chen Zikun as the master of the Lost Boxing who came to the door yesterday, but in his memory, the master did not accept such an apprentice, Huo's kung fu has always been passed on inside and outside, until Huo Yuanjia's generation has changed, making an exception to accept Liu Zhensheng, who was already famous at that time, as an apprentice, and later accepted a Lu Daan, as for Situ Xiaoyan, he is an orphan adopted by Huo Yuanjia, who is several years younger than Huo Dongge, and is considered a closed disciple, plus the eldest son Huo Dongzhang, a total of five people, One hand can count, how can it be wrong.

So Liu Zhensheng didn't speak, but just set his eyes on Nong Jinsun, he was Huo Yuanjia's best friend, one of the founders of the Jingwu Society, and there were many secrets that only he and the master master, and as a senior brother of the Gong Transmission Brother, he didn't know.

Before Nong Jinsun could speak, Situ Xiaoyan said: "Uncle Nong said just now, Chen is really the fifth senior brother of our Jingwu Society, didn't you hear?" ”

Head Yang sneered and said: "Master Huo is gone, there are people who are swaggering and deceiving under his banner, you don't care about it, you still make it true, when we are fellow martial arts practitioners who are easy to deceive, Huo Yuanjia has a total of five apprentices, why did he die for ten years, and suddenly another one jumped out?" ”

Nong Jinsun was a little angry, and said, "Master Yang's words are wrong, does Master Huo want to report to you if he accepts apprentices?" ”

Yang Zhangmen excused himself and said: "Master Huo naturally doesn't need to tell the world about accepting apprentices, but at present, the National Sports Federation is about to be established, this is a grand event that has not been seen in my Chinese martial arts for thousands of years, and it is not sloppy. ”

A martial arts senior who had been sitting on a chair drinking tea stood up, and arched his hands and said, "Let me be fair, in fact, it doesn't matter whether this little brother is Huo Yuanjia's descendant disciple or not, the important thing is whether he has the strength to represent the Jingwu Society." ”

Everyone agreed, and Yang Zhangmen stood up, tied his robe around his waist, and hooked his hand at Chen Zikun: "Come, little brother, I'll try your kung fu." After saying that, he flew into the yard as soon as he twisted his body, his movements were as light as a swallow, and all the people present were practitioners, how could he not see the wonder of his body and the high level of his kung fu, and suddenly a burst of applause sounded.

Chan remained unmoved.

Head Yang was furious: "Don't you dare to compete? ”

Chen Zikun said: "Yes, I don't dare. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and even Liu Zhensheng felt that Chen Zikun's move was too big, and such a contempt for fellow martial artists was a great disadvantage to the reputation of the Jingwu Association.

Chen Zikun continued: "My kung fu is not used for competitions, but for killing, I am afraid that I will hurt the head of Yang, and I will not be able to take care of you if I leave orphans and widows or something." ”

Head Yang was really angry this time, his beard stood up, and he shouted: "Guts and rats, how can Huo Yuanjia accept an apprentice like you, he will only be stubborn, there is a kind of truth in our fists and feet, you can rest assured, if Yang has a mistake and unfortunately dies under your fist, all the princes present can be a witness, and you will not be bad." ”

Chen Zikun said: "You are willing to die, I am not willing to kill, learning martial arts is not used to fight bravely, but to strengthen the body, protect the family and defend the country, Yang is a lot older, don't you even understand this simple truth." ”

The head of Yang who said righteous and stern words was embarrassed, but he was still tough: "Why don't you go to the Japanese to settle accounts if you have the ability." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Isn't this entangled by you, otherwise I would have gone earlier." ”

After that, he turned around and picked up the plaque of the sick man of East Asia, put it on his shoulder, and went out proudly.

Everyone looked at each other, and they couldn't believe that he really went to settle accounts with the Japanese.

Situ Xiaoyan was the first to jump up and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Several lightly injured Jingwuhui disciples also picked up single knives and sticks to follow, Liu Zhensheng slapped the table: "Nonsense!" ”

Situ Xiaoyan said aggrievedly: "Senior brother, look at what the four senior brothers have been beaten into. ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "Dogs bite people, do people also want to bite dogs, whoever steps out of this door today will not be a member of the Jingwu Society in the future." “

"Big brother!" Situ Xiaoyan stomped her feet and left hatefully, although she was a little junior sister who was favored by everyone, she didn't dare to ignore the orders of the senior brother in charge.

The fellow martial artists looked at each other, got up and said goodbye, and the wounded of the Jingwu Society were also carried down, and only Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun were left in the huge living room.

Liu Zhensheng sighed and said: "The Jingwu Society is no longer the Jingwu Society when the master was alive, the old and the small, can't stand the toss at all, if the Jingwu Society is broken in my hands, how can I face the master's spirit in the sky." ”

Nong Jinsun walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Zhensheng, I understand your hardships, now there is no successor to the Jingwu Society, and it is difficult to support it alone, and the Shanghai martial arts world is a plate of scattered sand, and there is no power to fight against the Japanese, but Dongge was seriously injured by them, and this account must be calculated no matter what." ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "The Japanese took advantage of my absence in the martial arts hall to provoke, this account naturally has to be calculated, but you can't act recklessly, you must think in the long run, by the way, Mr. Nong, that Chen Zhen?" ”

Nong Jinsun said: "This person is indeed a disciple of Master Huo, when Huo Yuanjia was entrusted by Tao Chengzhang of the Restoration Society to accept this son as an apprentice, he came to teach martial arts three days a week, this matter is not spread, only me and your master in the Jingwu Society, and Dongge know." ”

Liu Zhensheng suddenly realized, and said: "I see, no wonder his Lost Trace Boxing is very authentic, since he is the same junior brother, I can't sit back and watch him get into trouble, Mr. Nong, I'll chase him!" ”

After that, he got up and went out and went straight to the Hongkou Dojo.

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Hongkou belongs to the Zhabei area of Huajie, this area has been settled by Japanese since 30 years ago, and has been inhabited by tens of thousands of Japanese people today, the streets are full of Japanese-style taverns, and Japanese women wearing kimono clogs and walking with small pieces are also common, known as Little Tokyo.

Hongkou Dojo is a kendo hall opened by the Japanese, only open to Japanese people, Chinese are not allowed to enter, in fact, honest Japanese do not come here, usually come here are mostly ronins with long knives in their waists.

A tall young man in a suit got off the rickshaw with a wooden sign, walked to the door of the Hongkou Dojo, and bowed slightly to the gatekeeper: "I want it." ”

The gatekeeper saw that he was heroic and restrained, and his steps were steady, and he knew that he was a practitioner, so he bowed down and saluted back: "I want it!" ”

Chen Zikun entered the Hongkou Dojo in a grand manner, which is a typical Japanese-style courtyard with mainly wooden buildings, a pond and lawn in the courtyard, a road paved with white stones, and a few cherry blossom trees standing in the courtyard.

Chen Zikun walked to the porch, took off his leather shoes and put them on the table, a pair of torn socks under his feet exposed his toes, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, he opened the sliding door with the plaque, walked into the inner room, knelt down and said loudly in Japanese: "Excuse me!" ”

Twenty kendo disciples in white kimonos were lined up on both sides, sitting majestically listening to the teacher's lecture.

Seeing the uninvited guest come in, the teacher stopped lecturing, and the Yin Owl's eyes were staring at him, and he scolded: "Baga, what's the matter with you?" ”

Chen Zikun lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Excellency has forgotten something, and I have come to return it to its original owner." ”

The teacher said, "So, what is it?" ”

Chen Zikun showed the plaque under his armpit, and the four white characters on it were particularly dazzling.

The teacher was furious: "You are not Japanese! ”

Chen Zikun stood up, his head was almost on the roof, he pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Idiot, are the Japanese as tall as me?" ”

The teacher felt insulted: "Who the hell are you?" ”

"Jingwu will be Chen Zhen!"

This can poke the hornet's nest, the kendo students on both sides rushed up with a strange scream, Chen Zikun waved the plaque and smashed it to the front three people, and then kicked a person out with a side kick, and knocked down the two people behind, and then rushed over like a tiger into a flock, alternating left and right with two legs, using the trick of Foshan without shadow feet, the average height of these students is less than one meter six, in front of the tall Chen Zikun like a toddler without beating, from time to time a person flew out, and the house built of wooden strips and cardboard was a mess, they were no match for Chen Zikun and retreated one after another.

The teacher, who had been sitting still, couldn't hold his breath, and just as he was about to get up, Chen Zikun came over with a flying leg, he couldn't block it, he was kicked back again and again, and finally broke through the screen and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Chen Zikun came over and shook his finger: "You remember to me that the title of the sick man of East Asia does not belong to us Chinese." ”

Suddenly, I heard a howl behind me, and when I looked back, more than a dozen kendo students rushed over waving wooden swords, and it turned out that they were not scared away, but went to get weapons.

Chen Zikun didn't dare to slack off, grabbed a wooden sword and fought with them, he used the authentic Wudang swordsmanship, with one to ten easy, the body movement was smooth, a group of dwarfs were pulled by him to lose their armor and collapse.

Chen Zikun was a little puzzled, with the level of these people, it seemed impossible to smash the Jingwu Sect to pieces.

was suspicious, and suddenly rushed behind a group of menacing ronins, and this group of white robes and black pants uniformed kendo students are different, their kimonos are their own personal clothing, different flowers, and much older, basically between twenty or thirty years old, the weapon in the hand is not a wooden sword, but a bright long knife.

Chen Zikun was frightened, he was not three heads and six arms, and the gunshot wound on one arm was not good, what to do to deal with these ronins.

Without saying a word, he turned his head and ran, the ronins screamed and chased out, and the kendo teacher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and finally smiled with relief: "These bastards of the Black Dragon Society, they came so late." ”

But in less than three seconds, the bastards of the Black Dragon Society all retreated, still holding the long knife in their hands, but their momentum was not as arrogant as just now.

Then I saw Chen Zikun walking in with a smile with two shell guns in his hands.