He Zhang Shuo doesn't mind forming a team with three women, but those three women are afraid that they won't let him join, not to mention that their team is enough, they just want to form a team of four, and they are only afraid that they will only find women, not a man to join.

"KOF contests?" After getting out of the hotel and coming to the outside of the street, Zhang Shuo did not leave immediately, but walked along the side of the road and thought. Although it is said that the side quest only needs to participate in the tournament, the main quest must be related to the KOF contest, so the strength of his teammates is very important, and if the strength is too weak, it will definitely drag him down. After all, he doesn't know the strength of this world's martial artists, and he doesn't dare to guarantee that he can fight three times at a time, so a strong teammate is necessary.

"There it is!" When Zhang Shuo saw an advertisement for a taekwondo branch to recruit disciples, he had an idea. In this world, not only taekwondo has branches, but many fighting schools have branches, that is, Muay Thai, Aikido, kendo, etc., there will be openings to recruit disciples, as long as you go to these places to find, the possibility of finding a master can be greatly increased.

After making a decision in his heart, Zhang Shuo immediately stopped a taxi.

Zhang Shuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, did not immediately say where he was going, but asked the driver: "Mr. Driver, if I want to find the most powerful martial artist in this city, I don't know if you have anything to suggest?" ”

"Martial artist?" Hearing Zhang Shuo ask about the best martial artists, the driver suddenly became interested, and without thinking about it, he said: "I don't know who the best martial artist in London is, but in Haveling, you will definitely be able to find many martial artists." There are many martial arts halls and dojos recruiting disciples, and the directors of those martial arts halls are all very powerful martial artists. ”

"London?" Hearing that this city was London, Zhang Shuo's heart moved, remembered it in his heart, and asked out loud: "What you said about Heifling, are there many martial arts halls and dojos there?" ”

"Of course!" The driver nodded and said: "90% of the martial arts halls and dojos in London are opened in that place, there are many schools such as Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Indian, American and domestic schools, and the competition is very fierce. Because the competition is fierce. Therefore, if the fighting strength is not good, let alone recruiting disciples, it is a big problem whether the martial arts hall can be maintained. As long as there is a martial arts gym that is still open there, then this martial arts gym must have a master with strong fighting strength. ”

Speaking of which. The driver looked at Zhang Shuo and said, "Sir, you're also going to learn martial arts, right?" When it comes to martial arts, of course, the British Empire's Sestari fighting is the most powerful, but this is not something that ordinary people can learn. In addition to this, fencing is also a powerful fighting technique. Depending on your figure, it's good to learn fencing. ”

"Thank you Mr. Driver for the recommendation!" For this talkative driver, Zhang Shuo smiled and said, "Mr. Driver, then please take me to Heveling." ”

“OK！” The driver answered and immediately started the car.

The car drove down the road, and after a while, the driver couldn't help but say, "Sir, if you don't think fencing is enough for men, then you can also learn Muay Thai." There are a lot of Muay Thai masters in Havering, so you have to learn for a while. Even if you can't become a martial artist, it's okay to fight three or five at a time. ”

"Muay Thai?" Zhang Shuo couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Mr. Driver, I'm not here to learn martial arts. And even if I were going to learn martial arts, I wouldn't learn Muay Thai. I am a Chinese, and the first choice will only be Chinese kung fu, not fencing, Muay Thai, etc. ”

"Kung Fu?" The driver couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this, and said with disdain in his tone: "Is it that kind of soft kung fu?" Don't talk about the martial artists, even me, I can take down three with one punch. ”

"That's because you haven't met a real kung fu master. The ones out there are just for the sake of watching. Zhang Shuo shook his head when he heard this, and did not refute the driver's words with practical actions, because it was too unnecessary.

"It's not all the same. Is there any difference? The driver shrugged his shoulders, largely disapproving.

Seeing this, Zhang Shuo didn't speak, just looked ahead and said nothing. When he used kung fu to defeat many strong people in the KOF competition, I am afraid that no one will think that kung fu is soft. Of course, this has nothing to do with changing other people's perceptions of kung fu, it is just a whim.

The driver didn't speak when he saw Zhang Shuo. After saying a few more words, seeing that he didn't reply, he was no longer bored with himself, and drove the car silently.

Nearly an hour later, the taxi stopped at the intersection of a major road.

Pointing to the road ahead, the driver said to Zhang Shuo: "Sir, in front of you is the street with the most Black Spirit Martial Arts Halls and Dojos, there are many martial arts halls and dojos here, as long as you walk forward, you will see it." ”

"Thank you!" After thanking him, Zhang Shuo paid the fare, and said to the driver before getting out of the car: "Mr. driver, if you usually have time, you can take a look at the KOF contest that will be held in half a month." There, you'll see a different kind of kung fu. Ignoring the driver's reaction, he opened the door and got out of the car directly.

"KOF contest? A different kind of kung fu? Looking at the back of Zhang Shuo's departure, the driver muttered to himself, then shook his head and drove away. In his opinion, kung fu is for performance, and there is no other use, where can it be used for fighting.

Zhang Shuo, who got out of the car and left, didn't know what the driver thought, but even if he knew, he wouldn't correct it, because it was really unnecessary, after all, he didn't care about the driver's idea at all, and the driver and him were just strangers.

Looking at the end of this street junction, the surrounding buildings are completely opposite to the high-rise buildings in the city, and there are not many high-rise buildings in sight here, most of them are small two- and three-story houses.

Zhang Shuo looked curiously at the houses on both sides of the road, and just as he was thinking about how to find a strong martial artist, a young man with a flyer walked up to him and handed him a flyer.

"Sir, the karate martial arts gym is now recruiting, if you need it, you can go and sign up, the registration fee is not expensive."

Taking the flyer and looking at it, Zhang Shuo asked the young man, "Are you a student of the karate martial arts gym?" ”

"Yes!" Seeing that Zhang Shuo seemed to be a little interested, the young man perked up and said seriously: "I am a member of the martial arts hall, but because I can't make up the tuition fee, I came to the street to distribute flyers and make up for the tuition fee." ”

"It's good to be a student of the martial arts hall!" Hearing that the young man was a student of the martial arts hall, Zhang Shuo nodded and asked again: "Then I want to ask, who is the most powerful person in the martial arts hall?" How good is he? ”

"The most powerful thing in the martial arts hall is Master Kenzaburo Miyaita, as for how powerful he is, I don't know." After saying this, the young man felt that this was not good, and added: "Although I don't know how powerful the curator is, he is a master of the seventh stage of the black belt, and all the students in the martial arts hall combined are not the opponents of the curator." ”

"Black Belt 7th Dan?" Zhang Shuo thought about it, and shook his head helplessly. He had never been exposed to karate, so he didn't know how strong this black belt was at all. As for the fact that all the students are not the opponents of the curator, it is even less worth mentioning, how strong can the students be? At most, it's just beating ordinary people.

After thinking about it, Zhang Shuo asked again: "Then how many masters of your curator can rank among the many martial arts halls and dojos around here?" ”

"I don't know the exact number, it must be a secret, but our curator can definitely be ranked in the top ten!" The young man straightened his chest as he spoke, looking very proud.

"Top ten?" Zhang Shuo nodded thoughtfully, although he had a decision in his heart, he said to the young man: "In this way, I have to think about it again, so I won't bother you." ”

"Yes, sir!" Hearing this, the young man did not sell the karate martial arts gym anymore, but nodded his head and left, continuing to hand out flyers to others.

After the young man left, Zhang Shuo didn't think twice as he said, but followed the address and asked for directions. The reason why he said that to the young man was because he wanted to go to the gym and try the strength of the curator to see if he was qualified to team up with him. Since it was a kicking gym, he naturally couldn't let the young man take him there, lest he would be burdened after he left.

The place where karate is located is not called a martial arts hall, but a dojo, which Zhang Shuo only knew after coming to the karate dojo outside according to the address and seeing the sign outside. As for why that young man is also called a martial arts hall, I am afraid that he only answered that way because of him.

"Why is this karate dojo so deserted?" Standing outside the karate dojo, seeing that there was not even a figure at the door, Zhang Shuo groaned slightly, but still pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"Bang!" Just as Zhang Shuo's words fell, a loud noise came from the dojo, followed by a commotion.

"Master!"

"Teacher!"

"Teacher"

“…………”

Listening to the many worried shouts inside, Zhang Shuo's heart moved, and he quickened his pace and walked inside.

"Your strength is too poor!" As a girl's lost voice sounded, Zhang Shuo, who had just walked to the door, saw the door opened, and a girl walked out of it.

The girl looked less than twenty years old, nearly 1.7 meters tall, wearing a white tracksuit on the upper body, blue trousers and red sneakers on the bottom, tied with a long braided hair, and her youthful and beautiful face was full of disappointment.

Seeing Zhang Shuo walking towards her, the girl glanced at him, looked up and down, shook her head, and left disappointed. (To be continued.) )