"What did you say?"

Jiang Bei looked at the Japanese in front of him angrily: "Are you insulting me?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you." Yongmafan grinned, "I mean everyone here, your martial arts are all dances, including you, Wang Hailie."

Although Wang Hailie was not happy with it, his cultivation still made him feel nothing. He looked at the Wudang disciple in front of him and bowed.

"please."

"I've given you advice." This Wudang disciple was not happy when he saw that Wang Hailie came with this Yong Ma Fan, so he just attacked him.

On the other side, Jiang Bei suppressed his anger and bowed.

"Please give me advice."

"Well, come on." Yongmafan put his hands on his hips and grinned: "Come and hit me."

....

Lingfeng looked at Lingming and frowned.

"Is this friend you invited not good morals?"

"So, is it that our famous overseas 'martial arts' in Wudang Mountain to be maintained by martial ethics?" Lingming shook his head and said, "Then this martial arts are too cheap."

At first, Ling Feng thought Lingming didn't know, but now looking at Lingming's expression, he obviously knew the components of this courageous man.

He is here to make trouble.

"As a disciple of Wudang, you actually do such a thing?!"

"If you don't break, you won't stand." Ling Ming shook his head and said, "Look, what is our Chuanwu like now? To outsiders, we are already like the same thing as the Thunder God Tai Chi and Ma Bao... But what about the reality? So what? Isn't it like what Yong Ma Fan said, rather than calling it Wu, it's better to call it Wu."

At this moment, the Yongma Fan had already decided the outcome.

The strong muscles and body, the fierce muscles and strength hit Jiang Bi's breakfast with one punch.

Simple and simple punch.

The same is true for Wang Hailie. Although he is polite, his boxing is fierce. In this boxing, there is the ferociousness of modern fighting, the skills of passing on martial arts, and the power that is not inferior to the Yongma style.

The two of them almost swept the arena, and there was no one in one round.

Jiang Bie, who was beaten out of breakfast, stood up staggeringly, shook his head, and still put on a stance: "Please... Give me advice."

"How many times you stand up, the results will be the same, and there will be no change."

Yongmafan grinned and said, "But I don't mind, hit you."

Jiang Bie said staggeringly.

"Wudang...Jiang Bie...please...please give me advice..."

...

The Wudang disciples on the stage also had some so-called disciples of the martial arts successors beaten by the two of them, as clean and neat as if they were sweeping the eight desolates.

Yongmafan's hands were sore that he yawned.

"Is this what, Chuanwu? Is this what, Wudang? It's so weak."

"That's it?" Lingming pointed to Yongmafan's side and stood up and said, "So sober, senior brother, look, look, the so-called Wudang disciples, Wudang martial arts, the so-called traditional martial arts, were beaten by a foreigner, this is our martial arts, senior brother, look sober, have you been immersed in the dream of spreading martial arts for so many years?"

Lingming blushed and said excitedly.

"Look, look, these Wudang disciples who were beaten and fell into tears, can you tell me how magical and powerful our Wudang Mountain's "Chuanwu" is?"

Lingfeng looked at the excited Lingming and pondered.

"You... don't understand what martial arts are at all."

"I don't understand?" Lingming said excitedly: "Yes, I don't understand. Our master was beaten by a passing gangster back then and his nose was bruised and swollen. This is the so-called martial arts, this is the so-called Wudang master. Of course I know martial arts, and of course I understand my Wudang martial arts. I understand all these, but you don't understand them..."

"Yeah..."

Most of the fallen Wudang disciples could not stand up and challenge the two kickers.

But the Wudang disciples in the audience were jealous of each other, including those who were not disciples of the Wusect, as well as Lingming's disciple Ling Zhen.

He didn't understand why the master did this, but he knew that at this moment, he was going to stand up.

"Wudang disciple, Ling Zhen, please give me advice."

Ling Zhen, who had slimming his arms and legs and had no muscles, stood on the ring.

"Mudang disciple, Jiang Heng, please give me advice."

"Mudang disciple, Qingwu, please give me advice."

"Wudang disciple..."

The Wudang disciples watching from the outside stood out. They were obviously not Wumen disciples, but they stood in front of these two evil gods.

The two of them are not afraid of these martial arts disciples who have been practicing for many years, let alone these Wens disciples with thin arms and thin legs.

However, at this time, both Yongmafan and Wang Hailie felt an inexplicable pressure.

Yongmafan inserted his hand into his pocket and said, "You all come, come together, you can."

However, Wang Hailie put down his hands and pondered.

"I am here to seek martial arts. Even if I have no martial arts, I am not here to cause trouble. If I offend you before, I will give you more tolerance. However, I am here to advise you not to challenge Yongmafan. Although he is alone, not everyone can challenge him."

Wang Hailie was kindly reminding that this Yongmafan is not the kind of person who can show mercy. Even thin people, women, and children, as long as they dare to stand in front of him, he will punch. He is such a person.

What he asked for was Wu, and what he asked for was only to release the fire in his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your reminder." Ling Zhen took a deep breath and said, "But I still want to say, let me know, Wudang disciple, Ling Zhen, please give me advice."

The Wudang disciples around responded together.

This made Lingming look anxious and uncomfortable: "Bastard, why are you going up and joining in the fun? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by that Yongmafan? Come down here quickly!"

Lingming knew Ling Zhen's physical condition and couldn't help but beat him up.

However, at this time, Ling Zhen did not listen to the master as usual, but walked forward stubbornly.

At this time, Ling Feng also stood up. The old Taoist lord took off his Taoist robe and exposed the practice uniform inside.

"Senior Brother Lingfeng, you...you are so old..."

Fist is afraid of being young. Although Lingfeng is the instructor and coach of their Wudang disciples, Lingfeng is afraid that he will be knocked down with one punch if he really wants to fight.

"Junior Brother Lingming, you still don't understand." Lingfeng stood on the ring and said lightly, but did not look back: "Wu, what is it."

"The martial arts of our Wudang are will and inheritance. We pass on the way to strengthen the body and strengthen the body to the world, we pass on the idea of ​​unity, hardness and softness to the world, and we pass on the will to the world with softness."

"The way to pass on martial arts is never martial arts, but spirit. The spirit of generations and the unyielding spirit integrated into martial arts is the most precious Taoist treasure left by the ancestors. If it is a fighting technique, why do we call it a "communication meeting" instead of a "fighting competition"?"

Lingfeng glanced at Lingming and said, "You have never understood that the reason why the master was beaten so badly back then was because he used his body to protect a student they were bullying, so he made such a mess... You don't understand, what is martial arts."

After saying that, Lingfeng threw down Lingming, who was murmured, went to the ring, bowed and looked at the two foreign warriors and said.
Chapter completed!