Faced with the facts, Huang Qiying finally believed her son's statement, took a bottle of eight-treasure porridge and tried the medicine herself, and the two bottles of the dark injuries left by the early years of boxing practice have greatly improved.

The old man clicked his mouth a few times: "This medicinal effect is really miraculous, but why do you say that this 'Eight Treasures Killing Soup' is so similar to Eight Treasure Porridge?" ”

Yan Zhendong, Lin Shirong, Ya Chasu, and Liang Kuan all laughed, what do you mean...... They have seen Huang Shaohong make this 'life-killing soup', and putting those few things in them is not the ingredients for making eight-treasure porridge!

Huang Qiying sighed after speaking: "What kind of pharmaceutical factory can I get with this, since you can sell this medicine in Foshan, then let's sell this in the capital, such a miraculous effect is not afraid of not being famous!" ”

Huang Shaohong personally poured a cup of tea for the old man: "Then the incident I told you!" ”

Huang Shaohong wants to use Bao Zhilin's family background to open the 'Jingwu Sports Club', which is really difficult to do without Huang Qiying's nod, after all, no matter what era the word filial piety must be ranked first, the old man wants to say no, even if he opens the Jingwu Club, he is also an object to be ridiculed in the eyes of outsiders.

Huang Qiying sighed: "Now that you are older, your martial arts are also blue, and you are known as a generation of grandmasters, if you want to do something in the martial arts world, I can't stop you, turn around and show this old face to help you invite a few old guys to come out and talk!" ”

Ten days later, Grandmaster Huang Qiying, one of the Ten Tigers in Guangdong, hosted a banquet in Sanxiao Building for several great masters in the martial arts world in Beijing, such as Guo Yunshen of Xingyi Gate, Cheng Yanhua of Bagua Gate, Yang Jianhou of Taiji Gate, Li Xiaochen of Huiyou Dart Bureau, Wang Zhengyi of Shunyuan Dart Bureau and other grandmasters brought their disciples to the scene.

In the hall on the second floor of the Sanxiao Building, five or six tables were placed around, and a vacant space for martial arts was vacated in the middle.

Huang Qiying and Guo Yunshen are one south and one north, with very high seniority in the martial arts world, and the two sit hand in hand on the main seat, and the next at the same table are Yang Jianhou, Cheng Yanhua, Li Cunyi, Li Xiaochen, Wang Zhengyi, and several other sect masters, each of whom is a figure who is a top family, and Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong sit at the end of the seat to accompany each other.

And the disciples brought by these grandmasters were seated at several other tables.

Waiting for the banquet to be placed, Huang Qiying took the first step as a respect, toasted the colleagues in the martial arts world present with a glass of wine, and then introduced Huang Feihong to everyone present.

Huang Shaohong also got up and toasted everyone, Foshan Huang Feihong's name is also rumored in the capital, but the northern martial arts community has always looked down on the southern boxer, because he doesn't pay much attention to him, a foreign boxing master, and thinks it's just through the prestige of his father Huang Qiying.

Only the old man Guo Yunshen glanced at Huang Feihong in surprise, and found that this body was indeed a rare martial arts wizard.

Huang Shaohong went straight to the point, said his purpose, this time to the capital, want to converge the north and south martial arts, the establishment of the 'Jingwu Sports Association' aims to promote the national arts, to strengthen the country with force, to strengthen the species, to achieve the ultimate goal of strengthening the country, strengthening the people, and strengthening the body.

The goal is very great, but no one responded to it when it was said on this occasion, and immediately fell into a cold field, and only after a while did a big boxer open his mouth and ask:

"What is this national art? Is it your Bao Zhilin's boxing, or my poking foot door? And the purpose of the 'Jingwu Sports Association' you said is good, but who will be the president? Hehe, the confluence of the north and the south, it is easy to say. ”

Huang Shaohong opened his mouth to explain: "Don't misunderstand this master, national art is a trick that only kills people and does not perform, and the real kung fu handed down by the ancestors of various sects and sects can be called national arts!" ”

The big boxer who poked at the foot door snorted coldly: "Don't say so much, who will be the president?" ”

Yan Zhendong, who was on the side, immediately turned his face and snorted coldly when he heard the other party's words: "The president is naturally a capable person, if you are not convinced, we will see the real chapter under our hands!" ”

This big boxer who poked his feet was also opened in the capital, and a group of apprentices under his hands, at this time at this kind of martial arts gathering, he naturally couldn't hang his face when he was called to fight, and immediately slapped the table: "It's better than it, Lao Tzu is still afraid that you won't succeed!" ”

Huang Qiying and Huang Shaohong didn't speak, today they are looking for the martial arts community in the capital to come here, they have the mind of Liwei, if they don't have kung fu in their hands, they want to say that the confluence of the north and south martial arts is just a joke.

The eyes of the people in the martial arts world in the capital fell on the old man Guo Yunshen, and the old man sat steadily, taking care of the dishes by himself, and from time to time he even bumped into a cup with Huang Qiying.

Yan Zhendong and the big boxer who poked the foot door walked to the open space in the middle, and after reporting their names to each other, they were not polite, and they hit as soon as they shot.

The people around them watched it with relish one by one, and they were not afraid of accidental injury, and the competition between the two big boxers was not a matter of life and death, and this bit of fire was not well mastered, and they were not qualified to sit at the same table with those grandmasters.

I saw the master who poked his feet, a little on tiptoe, a cat's waist directly jumped up, his legs were linked, and he directly used the foot poking stunt 'iron foot head' to point at Yan Zhendong's chest and abdomen.

It is said that the iron foot of this foot door can kick broken wood and broken tiles after learning, and the foot is like an iron shovel.

This big boxer obviously wants to fight quickly and teach Yan Zhendong a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhendong didn't hide or dodge, and suddenly shouted: "Look at my iron cloth shirt!" ”

I saw him inhale violently, his body swelled in a circle, and the muscles and fascia all bulged up, and the other party's two feet that could break bricks and tiles poked on his chest and abdomen, making a sound like defeat, and it didn't even knock him back half a step.

At this moment, the martial arts community in the capital was all moved.

Lao Yan laughed, stretched out two palms the size of a fan, directly grabbed the feet of the big boxer, shouted loudly, and smashed them to the ground when they were round.

If he really lets him smash this down, I'm afraid that if he doesn't break through the floor of this restaurant, this big boxer will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die, let alone want to mix in the martial arts world in the capital in the future.

At this moment, Huang Shaohong moved, and an arrow step arrived in front of Yan Zhendong, holding the big boxer with both hands, and placing it firmly on the ground, and at the same time, his shoulders collided, knocking Yan Zhendong back two steps: "The competition is over, the two of you can be regarded as chess opponents!" ”

The big boxer was rescued by Huang Shaohong, his face was red, but he was grateful that the other party had saved face in his words, arched his hand towards Huang Shaohong, and then returned to his seat.

Yan Zhendong saw that it was Huang Shaohong who made a move, so he didn't speak, but he was strange in his heart, as if the other party's strength was suddenly much greater, and just a moment just made him unstable and took two steps back.

When Yan Zhendong also returned to his seat, the old man Guo Yunshen suddenly smiled and said: "Shandong Yan's iron cloth shirt, not bad, not bad, your kid has practiced to the top, it is a piece of material!" ”

was praised by the grandmaster with the highest ranking in the three major families at that time, Yan Zhendong opened his mouth and laughed non-stop.

At this time, Huang Shaohong stood in the middle of the field and did not return to his seat, clasped his fists and arched his hands around: "Today, I, Foshan Huang Feihong, proposed to merge the northern and southern martial arts and establish the 'Jingwu Sports Association', since I proposed it, I want to be the president of the ......."

He directly stated his purpose, and the expressions of the people present were different, but most of them secretly admired this southern boxing master, who was bright and upright, and did not hide it.

Huang Shaohong continued: "People in our martial arts world, it's useless to say too much, in the end, I still have to see the real chapter under my hands, today I Foshan Huang Shaohong will meet all the heroes of the martial arts world in the capital here, if anyone can beat me in one and a half moves, our Jingwu Association will still be founded, this president, I Huang Feihong will give up!" ”

Everyone was stunned, Huang Shaohong's words undoubtedly wanted to overwhelm the martial arts world in the capital with his own strength, is this going to follow the old path of Yang Luchan, so many people are fighting, who do you think you are!

The martial arts colleagues present all thought that this Southern Boxing Grandmaster was either crazy, or he didn't take the northern martial arts world seriously at all.

"Feihong, what nonsense are you talking about?" Huang Qiying was frightened, originally he wanted to rely on the martial arts of their father and son, plus Yan Zhendong, to make the martial arts community in the capital recognize them as a fine martial arts club, but he didn't expect his son to open his mouth to challenge everyone.

Huang Shaohong smiled at the old man: "Don't worry, now the country is weak, the people are weak, and the purpose of the Jingwu Club is to strengthen the country and the species, I must take this step!" ”

Guo Yunshen was also a little moved at this time, put down the chopsticks, and said, "Okay, ambitious!" He looked around:

"The door of the capital practice style is almost all here today, and they are all able to speak, the old man is the master on behalf of the three major internal boxers, if this kid can win five games in a row, we will be as he wants!"