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Chapter 11 Changcheng Tour
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[Is it so awesome?! ]

[Fuck! What an awesome map cannon! ]

[This god did this at the Los Angeles Museum last night. ]

[I saw it too. There is a video from the same city. The police cars were there at the time.]

[Playing so big? 】

【6666...】

【What Fei Ge said was right, he was indeed an insurance fraud. 】

[Mom, come quickly! I found a new SSR electronic pet! ]

[Will you really not get beaten up like this…?]

Compared to the lively and bustling screen in the live broadcast room.

The hundreds of Changcheng locals at the scene had an exceptionally indifferent reaction.

Eyes kept wandering between the banner and Xiao Yu. Everyone was trying to figure out if this young man in front of them had any mental problems.

"There's none?"

Holding the microphone, Xiao Yu turned around and pointed at the banner behind him that read "Is there any expert in Changcheng who wants to fight me?" He frowned slightly and said, "Changcheng is so big, but there is no one who can fight me?"

Everyone at the scene was silent: "..."

"Taekwondo, Sanda, boxing... just one will do. Aren't they always making a fuss about beating up traditional martial arts? Why don't they dare to come out now?"

The speakers spread Xiao Yu's voice far away.

After a while, more and more people came over.

The old one put his hands behind his back and looked around.

The man folded his arms across his chest and observed with a grin.

Female, left wrist akimbo, right wrist pergola.

The younger one put his hands in his pockets, looking dazed.

A group of onlookers, who couldn't be more standard, gradually formed. With Xiao Yu as the center, they surrounded the small square.

"Don't just stare at it. If you have a cell phone, take a picture and post it online. Send it to your friends and family who practice fighting." Xiao Yu pulled the banner behind him and said, "I am the traditional martial arts master, Xiao Yu, and I am right here. All Changcheng people are welcome to challenge me."

"Those who don't want to challenge can also follow it on platforms such as Tiao Le, P Station, and Man Shou."

Among the crowd whose numbers were slowly "expanding", quite a few people took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"...Brother, let me ask you something." A young man standing in the front row raised his hand: "What do you do?"

"Isn't the explanation clear enough?" Xiao Yu looked at the young man: "Representing traditional martial arts, challenging the entire Changcheng fighting world."

"Oh." The young man nodded and put his hand down. After hesitating for a while, he also took out his mobile phone and took a picture of Xiao Yu.

"No one? Are you sure there's no one?"

Standing there and waiting for about four or five minutes, Xiao Yu looked around at the growing crowd of onlookers, smacked his lips, and raised his hand to unbuckle the rope of another banner.

"Wow--"

The second banner unfolds: [Changcheng is full of garbage.]

【what? 】

【What the hell? ! 】

[Good fellow! I just called him good fellow! ]

[Senior, you are too brave. ]

【? ? ? 】

[Fuck...]

[I have a feeling that my brother Yu is going to get beaten. ]

[It's really not that bad, brother. Don't risk your life. ]

[Is the internet celebrity industry so competitive now...]

And as the second banner fell.

The atmosphere on the scene finally became as warm as that in Xiao Yu's live broadcast room.

"..."

“…Is he scolding us?”

"No buddy, what do you mean?"

"Fuck! Are you sick?"

"Why is this person still cursing..."

"Fuck it! Who is the loser?"

"You're not trash?"

"Don't be so grandstanding, young man."

"BYD, you are good at fighting, right..."

Hundreds of people were talking to each other.

Public anger accumulated rapidly.

Soon, a "big man" came out of the crowd, swearing and tearing off the banner that read "Changcheng, all trash.", and pushed Xiao Yu hard: "Looking for trouble?"

Seeing someone step forward, many young men immediately rushed out and surrounded Xiao Yu with unfriendly looks.

"Come on! Let's fight. Don't you want to fight?"

"Apologize!"

"Where the hell are you from?"

"If you fight me, you bastard, I'll give you one hand." "What are you shooting?"

One person reached out to call Xiao Yu's cell phone.

Xiao Yu dodged it deftly: "What are you doing? Are you guys fighting? This is illegal. I'm broadcasting the whole thing live."

【66666! 】

[If no one hits me, it means I am the best martial artist in the world. If someone hits me, it means you must not go down the path of crime! ]

【A sudden fear? 】

[What did I say? I'm going to get beaten.]

[Shut up! I, Yu Ge, will beat up ten of you!]

[It can’t be the finale, right? I still want to see Fei Ge beat him up. ]

[Don't hit my Tamagotchi! (crying)]

[Quick! Tell me the address! I want to get punched too...]

"You still know that it's against the law?" The big man who was the first to step forward and tear down the banner pushed Chen Yu again and slapped him: "Then it's not against the law for you to scold us?"

"I'm just telling the truth." Facing the crowd's excitement, Xiao Yu was quite calm: "There are millions of people in Changcheng, but not a single one dares to fight me. Aren't they useless?"

"grass**!"

"Say it again?"

"You've never been beaten before!"

"Come on! I'll fight you!"

"Brothers, please make way. I'll kick first..."

The leading man grabbed Xiao Yu by the collar and said, "Aren't you looking for a duel? Let's have a duel. How do you decide?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yu looked the big man up and down and shook his head: "Martial artists are also dangerous weapons. As the saying goes, Confucianists disrupt the law with literature, and knights violate taboos with martial arts. It is the bottom line that martial artists should not touch ordinary people. The bottom line cannot be broken."

Big man: “…What do you mean?”

Xiao Yu: "You are too weak, I won't fight you."

Big man: “???”

[Still pretending to be cool. 】

[Master! You are worthy of being called a master! I understand! ]

[I almost believed it...]

[These traditional martial arts scammers always have reasons. 】

[Brother Yu, promise me that you will continue to broadcast in the future, okay? ]

[After soaking in strong sulfuric acid for sixty years, the lips are still hard. 】

"I come."

A young man wearing a hurdle vest squeezed into the crowd with a calm face. He took out his mobile phone and showed Xiao Yu his federal second-level athlete certificate on the screen: "I am a professional Sanda practitioner. Can I challenge you?"

The big man suddenly laughed and let go of Xiao Yu's collar.

The local citizens of Changcheng, who had formed a "united front" and "shared the same hatred of the enemy" in the square, also applauded and cheered under the leadership of several people.

Especially the old men and women who are full of "collective consciousness" and "group honor" cheered loudly without thinking about the big deal.

"Well done young man!"

"come on."

"How dare you mock us for having no one in Changcheng?"

"beat him!"

"Oh oh oh……"

Under the spotlight.

The young man was so happy that he felt like he had obtained the supreme right to mate. But his face was still expressionless. He put his phone in his pocket and hooked his finger at Xiao Yu: "Tell me, how do you call?"

"A professional Sanda?" Xiao Yu straightened the wrinkled collar of his robe.

"Correct."

"I am the descendant of ancient martial arts, I can only fight without restrictions."

"Oh. You practice traditional martial arts." The young man in the vest smiled knowingly, curled his lips and spat: "Okay. If you say there are no restrictions, then there are no restrictions. You can fight in any way you want."

"Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

"... Stop wasting time. Do you dare to fight?"

"it is good."

Nodding, Xiao Yu rolled up his sleeves and said, "Please get out of the way, everyone."

"Okay, okay, okay. Come on, everyone move back." The big man called on everyone to make way.

The young man in the hurdle vest also began to stretch his legs, swing his waist and warm up.

The scene gradually became quiet.

After rolling up his sleeves, Xiao Yu raised his hand and pulled down the banner that read "Is there any expert in Changcheng willing to fight me?", rolled it up together with the one thrown on the ground by the big man, folded it, stuffed it into his bag, and carried it on his back.

Then he picked up the speaker and said indifferently: "Very good. I go to Daomen Xiao Yu and accept your challenge. Six days later, at Fei Ge Fighting Gym in Los Angeles, we will see you at the winner's boxing gym!"

After saying that, he turned around, sprinted, pushed through the crowd, and ran away.

Big man: “?”

Young man: “???”

The audience: “???”

……

(End of this chapter)