Zhao Jingyang collected his qi and blood, his face lost blood, and his body shriveled, as if he was crumbling; When he walked into the karate dojo, a pair of eyes stared at him, with different expressions, until Zhao Jingyang sat in his place, his eyes spread out in twos and threes.

The emotions contained in these eyes are as clear as a mirror, reflected in the heart lake; Among them, it is friend and foe, and it is clear and clear.

On the side of the Great Powers' seats, Keswick withdrew his gaze from Zhao Jingyang and whispered to Dupont beside him, "Zhao Jingyang's situation is not good."

DuPont nodded, "Oriental means."

He said, "I probably won't live long."

"Mr. Keswick, as soon as Zhao Jingyang dies, Tianxiang's business is afraid that there will be twists and turns."

Keswick laughed, "I know what you mean. But I've thought about it carefully, even if Zhao Jingyang dies, our business won't have problems."

He said, "Zhao Jingyang is not alone. And he's a smart guy. He knew very well that when he died, his women would lose their umbrella. He's sure to leave them with plenty of cards. I don't think there will be any heavier hole cards other than Tianxiang."

Laughing: "Without his umbrella, we must ensure the smooth cooperation with us; Otherwise, what will happen to them, hehe..."

He also said, "I think it is 10,000 times easier to take the Tianxiang formula from those women than it is to take it from Zhao Jingyang."

DuPont looked stunned.

Huo Yuanjia also saw Zhao Jingyang. Nong Jinsun said, "See? He is Zhao Jingyang."

Huo Yuanjia looked at it for a moment, shook his head and sighed, "Sure enough, I am seriously ill, and my qi and blood are exhausted, I am afraid that my life will not be long..."

Xiao Yan next to her saw Sanmao who came in with Zhao Jingyang, and couldn't help but raise her hand to say hello; Sanmao smiled back.

Zhao Jingyang was surprised for a moment and asked Sanmao, "Which one is that little girl?"

Sanmao scratched his head: "What do you ask about?"

Zhao Jingyang looked at the unnaturalness on his face, and suddenly laughed: "You kid is enlightened."

Sanmao hehe.

Zhao Jingyang glanced at him and closed his eyes.

Although his eyes were closed, the whole scene was still as he was witnessed, and his heart was overflowing; Different emotions emanated, like a bright light for Zhao Jingyang.

Among them, malicious people abound.

He opened a line of his eyes and glanced at the huge word "Wu" under the plaster on the opposite wall, behind which there was the deepest malice.

Time is lost, and seats are filled.

Soon after Zhao Jingyang arrived, Dong Hongyu and the people from the city hall also came.

She asked the people in the city hall to sit down in the established seats, and walked to Zhao Jingyang and sat down.

He said, "Most of the people who are supposed to come have come."

Speaking of which, Spiegel also came. He also looked at Zhao Jingyang here and sat down beside him.

"Jingyang, Ruby."

Zhao Jingyang said, "I just said I didn't see you just now, why did you come here?"

Spiegel said, "The Orientals blocked the southern junction and dragged it for a while."

Then he said to Dong Hongyu, "Didn't Minglou come?"

Dong Hongyu said with a smile: "There are a lot of things going on in the city hall, and the Ming Building can't leave."

In fact, Minglou has another important thing - the wind and rain are coming, the black clouds are pressing the city, and there are corresponding actions in the organization, which need to be implemented with the cooperation of Minglou.

"My brother-in-law." Zhao Jingyang laughed.

Spiegel twisted him, and his face was filled with worry: "What's wrong with your body? It was fine the other day!"

She didn't know Zhao Jingyang's road.

Dong Hongyu said, "Don't worry about him, he's fine."

When Spiegel heard this, his heart turned, and he got together with Dong Hongyu and muttered.

Ten o'clock is approaching.

Jingwumen's side should be one of the earliest to come, only a little later than the reporter; And now, the little devil's seat is still empty, and there is not a single hair.

Everyone is waiting.

Originally, Huo Yuanjia was ready to go to war single-handedly, but this time, a group of disciples opposed it together; He couldn't do anything, so he came together. Even Xiaoyan is here?

Chen Zhen was a little nervous.

He's still young after all.

I couldn't help but say, "What kind of moth are the Orientals doing?"

Nong Jin Sun next to him said, "It's nothing more than psychological warfare."

Huo Yuanjia smiled: "I have been successful in practicing martial arts for more than 20 years now, and I have fought no less than 100 times. Which time was it not crowded? Such a small trick also wants to put pressure on me?"

In the closed dojo, the voices of people were buzzing, and there was a sense of boredom, which gradually arose.

But Huo Yuanjia sat firmly like a mountain, looking peaceful.

Zhao Jingyang said to Sanmao, "Huo Yuanjia's martial arts are not as good as yours, but his spiritual realm and bearing are an example for you to learn."

He said, "The dignity and honor of the family and the nation are pressed on him alone, before the war, if it were you, can you be as stable as Mount Tai?"

Sanmao thought for a moment and shook his head: "Can't do it."

He said, "Master Jing, I have done some knowledge of other martial arts categories; It's quite different from the method we practice. They don't have a great way to sharpen their muscles and bones, but they can improve their physical fitness a little bit by practicing day after day."

"In terms of use, there are some subtleties."

"But the ceiling is low." He said, "Master Huo is already a world-famous grandmaster, but if he fights, he will definitely not be able to beat me."

Zhao Jingyang bowed slightly: "Martial arts is the evolution of battlefield killing, and in the process of evolution, some concepts of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have been added, but due to the limitations of the general environment, there are limits."

"The methods I have passed on to you are completely different. It's an otherworldly way. The two cannot be compared."

The general environment of the world is like this, and only Zhao Jingyang, an "outsider", shows the difference; Native people, in this environment, can evolve on their own, and this is the only level.

Ten o'clock is coming.

Beside it, a sliding door opened, and a little devil burst in.

The consul Iguchi old devil took the lead, followed by Fumio Funakoshi, the head of the Black Dragon Society who fought with Huo Yuanjia today. Surrounded by a group of samurai dressed in kimonos, stepping on clogs, and armed with oriental swords.

This group of devil soldiers and samurai came in and spread out on all sides, like guards.

The old devil at the mouth of the well walked into the ring, and Balabala talked nonsense; Then Huo Yuanjia and Fumio Funakoshi boarded the ring at the same time, and signed a life and death certificate under the witness of the people in the city hall.

In the huge dojo, the sound gradually died out.

Everyone's eyes were on the ring.

Huo Yuanjia lifted the hem of his robe and arched his hand to Fumio Funakoshi; Fumio Funakoshi bowed deeply.

The two confronted each other, went around, spied on each other's flaws, and went straight around the ring.

Huo Yuanjia was so tidy, his feet were confused, and between shaking his body, he avoided Funakoshi's blow, but he hid a kick, the scorpion swung his tail, and went straight to Funakoshi Fumio's lower body.