Who is Han Yi for Chinese martial artists?

Wu Tianshen said with emotion, "I didn't expect it to be your turn to make a move so soon!"

After he said this, the eyes of a large group of martial artists swept over, faster than a machine gun, more fierce than a sword, and the average timid person was likely to be frightened to death by the gaze of so many martial artists.

After seeing that Han Yi was an unfamiliar face, some martial artists frowned.

But soon these Chinese martial artists saw Wu Tianshen talking beside Han Yi, although Han Yi's reputation is not obvious, but Wu Tianshen, Wu Dashao, is a top son in Yunzhou, the Wu family's power in the military and political worlds is unfathomable, and the old man is a big man at the level of the founding Yuanyun.

Wu Tianshen is in the martial arts circle, studying under the great master of Yunzhou Wing Chun Quan Ding Guosheng, and his little uncle Wu Gou is also a disciple of the great master Zhao Zhifeng, and his kung fu is also superb.

Therefore, when the Huaguo martial artists saw Han Yi and Wu Tianshen, the eldest young master, sitting together, the way the two of them spoke looked familiar, although they did not hook their shoulders, they still let these martial artists play.

Wu Tianshen fought privately with someone a while ago, and he was almost beaten to death, and it spread all over the Yunzhou circle, so it was naturally regarded as a kung fu failure, so even Han Yi was looked down upon.

Especially seeing that Han Yi is younger than Wu Tianshen and an immature teenager, he is even more worried.

Han Yi could sense the expressions of these martial artists, but he ignored them quietly, and followed Wu Tianshen and said, "Borrow some more money?"

"You won't be betting on yourself to win, right?" Wu Tianshen didn't expect you to look at Han Yi like this.

Han Yi nodded and said, "Not bad! Don't you want to be a billionaire? Now the opportunity has come." ”

Wu Tianshen smiled bitterly, "Do you really think that I am the second generation of gentlemen? My family education is very strict, only two million of the 20 million are my own, and the rest are borrowed by me!"

"No wonder you want to fight me to the death in the ring for two million," Han Yi smiled, "Don't borrow it, just put all the five million I won just now, if I win this one, I will have ten thousand! ”

Han Yi snapped his fingers, there was a crisp crack, and then he stood up and walked slowly to the ring.

Wu Tianshen watched Han Yi walk slowly to the ring, so that he couldn't see any traces of the battle of life and death, as if a teenager took the money to buy ice cream to eat to satisfy his hunger.

"It seems that I am really not mistaken, Han Yi is firm-minded, and like the sun jumping out of the sea, there is a silent artistic conception, obviously, there is a majestic atmosphere, affecting Han Yi, and he has a great feeling for him, his momentum is absorbing this majestic atmosphere, so now Han Yi looks like he is every move, punch and kick, all with this momentum. It's true, it's pure. ”

Wu Tianshen had a feeling, his fingers flicked on the mobile phone, and he bet his 20 million and Han Yi's 5 million on Han Yi.

Phew······

"The operation of such a huge amount of money is even harder than when I fight in the ring once. ”

Wu Tianshen was angry, and after placing the bet, he got up and squeezed to sit next to his teacher Ding Guosheng, his vision was not good, but the teacher's vision was accurate.

"What, you are still a little nervous?" Ding Guosheng glanced at his apprentice, saw his eyelids jumping, and asked a little puzzled.

"Hey!" Wu Tianshen shook his head, and his breath calmed down, "Twenty-five million, stud Han Yi!"

Ding Guosheng was stunned for a moment, he knew what stud meant, but he didn't expect his apprentice to suddenly have such a big momentum, although twenty-five million is nothing in the Wu family, but the Wu family's family education is extremely strict, and the disciple is not allowed to have more than 100,000 expenses if he is not an adult.

"Are you so optimistic about him?" Ding Guosheng narrowed his eyes and asked his apprentice.

"Well, I always feel that there is a general trend rising in him, I used to compete with him, winning or losing five or five, but as soon as I fought, I was shocked by the momentum of his fists and feet, and I was at a dis······advantage unconsciously."

Wu Tianshen stopped as he spoke, looking at Han Yi in the ring and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Haha!" Ding Guosheng suddenly smiled, so much so that he was shocked, Wu Tianshen asked suspiciously, "Teacher?"

"What you said is the emotion contained in Han Yi's heart, which is usually not stimulated or revealed. Practicing boxing, blindly practicing hard, that is not good, to understand that all things are moved, there will be people who are moved, and only between the competitions can they forget the pain of life and death, love and hatred. This kind of boxing technique is the real superior boxing technique, you can experience this, it means that your boxing technique has gradually reached the point of superior boxing! ”

Ding Guosheng also looked at Han Yi in the ring, and sighed that none of his disciples could compare with this kid······

"I just don't know how far this boy can go in the martial arts conference?"

"Oh, the Japanese fighters are here!"

Izumi Sakai is dressed in a snow-white practice uniform, wearing clogs under his feet, and a headband with the Red Sun flag tied around his head, a standard bushido attire.

Click!

He stepped out of his Japanese seat, and as soon as he crossed the line, it was as if he had taken two steps, and he leaped into the ring, and his clogs stepped on the ring, making a crisp crashing sound even with the thick cushion.

The two stood opposite each other in the ring.

The snowflakes fell quickly, and Han Yi looked behind him through Sakai Quan's figure, and could see the big red lanterns fluttering in the wind in front of people's houses in the distance, the red lanterns were like fireflies in the dark night, very faint in the wind and snow.

It's just that it's past ten o'clock in the morning, and it's still daytime, so it should be much better if it's night.

He looked at Sakai Izumi again, this Japanese man was four or five years older than him, he looked like he was twenty years old, with a slender figure and a masculine and handsome appearance, and he was also looking at Han Yi.

Seeing Han Yi's gaze looking at him, Sakai Quan smiled and said, "Han San, what are you thinking? Is it tomorrow's Lantern Festival?"

Han Yi shook his head and retracted his gaze, "I'm not thinking about the Lantern Festival. ”

"That's a pity, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As a martial artist, it is said that when I came to the land of Vietnam and participated in the martial arts tournament, I should have given up my distracting thoughts, cut off my personal distractions like a knife, and concentrated on the pursuit of higher martial arts, but on such a special day, I miss my mother. It's a pity, Han Sang, you won't be able to see your mother from tomorrow, maybe when the moon is full next year, I can mail the Lantern Festival to your mother for you, maybe I can mail a pot of red bean porridge made by my mother from Japan, I miss the red ······ made by my mother very much."

"Then I'd better kill you quickly, lest you miss your mother too much!" Han Yi said calmly.

"Uh······" Before Izumi Sakai could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed and he retreated wildly.

Rumble!

Han Yi didn't know when he came to Sakai Quan, and a fist shadow continued to enlarge above his head, as if Wuyue Taishan had collapsed and smashed down, and the wind and thunder exploded on his fist, and it came in a flash.