After filling his stomach, Jin Shan led his little brothers out of the factory and went in the direction of Foshan, and Wen Yi found Zhou Guangyao and asked him to copy two more copies of the firearms training method, said hello to Zhou Qingquan, asked him to prepare the car, and walked alone in the direction of Foshan Wuguan Street. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brothers, I'm going to Foshan Wuguan Street now, Miura is going to have a fight with Ip Man there today, and what I have to do is to stop Sato from killing Ip Man after Ip Man defeats Miura, and at the same time call on the martial artists present to kill the Fuso devils and rob them. ”

Wen Yi said as he walked, at this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room had risen from 300,000 to more than 3 million, and it was still increasing rapidly.

"Brother Yi, your live broadcast room has been put on the homepage of Doumao, and today's audience will definitely be full. The old Wang next door sent a barrage and said.

"Yes, those oily noodles and singing anchors have tens of millions of fans, Brother Yi is so awesome, it doesn't make sense if he is not popular!"

"Anyway, Brother Yi is not fighting cats, yesterday the classification was recommended at the top, and today the homepage is recommended, could it be that Brother Yi has edited the beauty to the raiders?"

"Brother Yi has made so many preparations, I am looking forward to today's rescue operation!"

"Under the leadership of Brother Yi, the Foshan martial artist is about to fire the first shot against Fusang!"

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actually recommended it on the homepage, Wen Yi's eyebrows raised slightly, and he knew that the B-level anchor would have a classified recommendation, but he didn't expect to get the homepage recommendation that only A-level anchors have today, and he was a little happy in addition to being unexpected.

In the editorial department of Doumao, Lan Shui looked at Wenyi's live broadcast room, and at the same time used communication tools to send the editor-in-chief the news that Wenyi's live broadcast room had been put on the homepage.

Lan Shui spent most of the day watching Wen Yi's live broadcast, although it was unbelievable, she still had to admit that Wen Yi had indeed crossed over, this thing that was impossible to do with modern technology, he actually did it, which shocked Lan Shui.

It seems that the editor-in-chief also confirmed the matter of Wenyi's crossing, so he made a decision to put his live broadcast room on the homepage recommendation surface.

Although such a gimmick is a bit old-fashioned, it is not lacking in attractiveness, not to mention that what is going to be broadcast live today is the drama of rescuing Ip Man, and there is even a riot against Fusang, which is absolutely full of highlights.

"It's really a mysterious person......" Lan Shui looked at the handsome man in the live broadcast screen, he was just an unknown little anchor twenty days ago, and he directly jumped to a B-level anchor in just a few days.

Can we break through 10 million fans today? Lan Shui has some expectations.

chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room all the way, watching many viewers actively offer suggestions, Wen Yi didn't take long to arrive at Foshan Wuguan Street, and saw that there were more and more pedestrians on the road, so he stopped talking.

Today's Wuguan Street, because of the battle between Ip Man and Miura, at this time, there are already many martial artists wearing coarse cloth short coats and strong muscles, who have practiced kung fu for several years, and ordinary people who are purely here to cheer for Ip Man.

Wen Yi followed the crowd inside, and stood at the edge of the central square of Wuguan Street, taking in the situation in the square.

In the middle of the square, a wooden platform more than one meter high and more than 20 square meters has been erected at this time, and a middle-aged man wearing a white karate suit and shaved hair is already sitting on the platform.

Around the wooden platform, there was a circle of Fusang soldiers holding 38 big covers in their hands, a total of 82 people, not allowing the audience to lean forward.

There is also a three-meter-high platform next to the wooden platform, and at this time there is a chair on the high platform, on which sits a middle-aged Fusang officer wearing gold-wire glasses and a mustache, holding a black cane in his hand, sneering at the onlookers under the stage.

There was a light machine gun on each side of the high platform, and two Fusang soldiers stood behind the guns, their muzzles pointed at the people under the stage.

At this time, there were already five or six hundred people in the audience, and the rows in front of them were all sturdy martial artists, who were naturally talking softly with their acquaintances.

Wen Yi slowly moved through the crowd until he reached the three-meter-high platform before he could stand. And Liu Qian and Mo Jingrong, who were standing on both sides of the high platform, also nodded slightly at him, at this distance, the two of them should be sure to solve the two machine gunners.

After standing still, Wen Yi's gaze continued to scan the crowd, and the other six people he had seen yesterday had already come at this time, all of them stood in the front row, followed by two or three people, and their eyes were full of resentment when they looked at the Fusang devil.

Looking up at Sato on the high platform, a sneer appeared at the corner of Wen Yi's mouth, no matter what, I will kill these Fuso devils present today.

"That's Miura, right? His strength is not weak, it's stronger than Jinshan Find. ”

"Sato on the high platform over there is the key today, without Li Zhao, I don't know how Brother Yi is going to solve him. ”

"Sure enough, there are two light machine guns, fortunately, Brother Yi found Liu Gan and Mo Jingrong, and it was the two of them who bowed their heads slightly under the high platform over there. ”

"Jin Shan is looking for those people who are also scattered in the crowd, Brother Yi has drawn such a big pie, they should be desperate. ”

"The banner of the Great East Asia Co-Prosperity Circle pulled by the Fuso devil is really shameless!"

"Huh, when did the fighting cat come out with an anchor who can cross, and he can really play. ”

"This homepage recommendation is so interesting, is the anchor making a movie? This scene is really good, better than Ip Man's movie. ”

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The more than 4 million viewers in the live broadcast room had a heated discussion because of the scenes in the live broadcast screen, and some new viewers who were attracted by the homepage recommendation could only rely on old fans to explain to them.

At this time, a young man wearing a half-worn robe was pushed onto the wooden platform by two Fuso soldiers with guns pointed at them. Sato, who was on the high platform, said a few words, and the Fuso soldier poked the young man in the chest with his spear and forced him to speak.

The young man's face was not afraid, but a look of grief and indignation, a slightly trembling hand picked up the paper that should have been prepared before, looked at the quiet people in the audience, hesitated, and said loudly: "Compatriots, what the Fusang devil wants me to say, I can't say it, I would rather die on this stage today, than say half a word against their will."

Fusang committed me in Huaxia, killed my father, and insulted my wife and children, but unfortunately he was useless as a scholar, and he couldn't exchange his life.

But after decades of martial arts training, your family and country are ruined, and your wife and children are dead, don't you even have the heart to resist? When the national disaster is at the head, how can a strong man regret to repay his family and country with a hundred deaths!"

The young man's face was angry and impassioned, and the words he said made many martial artists bow their heads in shame, and their eyes burned with anger and fighting spirit.

Seeing this, Sato on the high platform, although he didn't know what the young man said, he definitely didn't say a few words to the two Fuso soldiers on the stage according to the words on the paper. The young man was dragged off the stage by the two Fusang soldiers, smashed the butt of a rifle on the back of his head, and passed out directly, and was punched and kicked again, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

When everyone in the audience saw this, they all rushed forward, wanting to save him.

And the Fusang soldiers around the wooden platform also pointed their guns at everyone at the same time, pulled the bolt, and deterred everyone from rushing forward again.

"Who is this scholar? ”

"How can a strong man die to serve his family and country! This is the real Chinese people!"

"Brother Yi, save him, or he will be killed. ”

"Don't mess with the command upstairs, if Brother Yi rescues him now, most likely he will catch up with himself, and all the previous plans are useless. ”

The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked by the young man's words, Wen Yi looked at the young man who was dragged away by the Fusang soldiers, clenched his fists and let go, and finally did not move for half a minute.

"Master Ye is here!" At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted.