Plane hunting

Chapter 172 You Can't Control Me
Huang Shaohong kicked the gymnasium again, which can be said to be earth-shattering. This day, he kicked more than 20 gymnasiums and dojos in one breath.

Including Goju-ryu, Kyokushokate, Tangshouhui and other genres of karate venues, as long as they are opened by Japanese people, he will go directly to the gym, and let the opponent press a blood handprint after victory.

After one day, he once again shocked the martial arts world in the capital, but he is not a good reputation. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Huang Shaohong, a well-behaved national hero, was like this, as were Chen Zhen, Huo Yuanjia, and Han Muxia. Now it feels like destroying a harmonious society.

The matter is too big, the Huaxia Martial Arts Association has sent people to look for him, and the Karate Federation has also sent a big boxer to sit in the Songtao Pavilion in the capital and wait for him to come and challenge him.

In a certain "Iga-style" karate gym in Beijing, Huang Shaohong hit his opponent with an "elbow-bottom hammer" in the abdomen, and sent the Iga-ryu master who was fighting him flying upside down. prostrate on the ground.

The blood sprayed out on the ground from thick to shallow, and then dripped, drawing a blood line of nearly ten meters between him and Huang Shaohong.

"The owner!" Several coaches rushed over to check the owner's condition.

"Don't worry, he was just injured by me. He will be fine after [-] years, and he won't die!" Huang Shaohong had already taken the signboard of the "sick man of East Asia" when he spoke:
"Come on, don't pretend to be dead, just make a fingerprint!"

Those coaches glared at him, Huang Shaohong just ignored him, walked over and poked the plaque in front of the owner, then shook his head and sighed:

"Isn't there a master in karate? You said that Huaxia Capital is such a big place, and your Japanese country doesn't even send a dark master to control the place, and you even open a fart martial arts gym. How can you let me kick the gym? "

"You..." a Japanese coach saw that he had won and made sarcastic remarks. He couldn't bear it and wanted to make a move, but was stopped by the host who vomited blood: "Stop. Cough cough"

The owner of the Japanese Pavilion coughed for a while when he opened his mouth, which made Huang Shaohong extremely impatient:
"I said you coughed for a long time and didn't see a liver coming out. Hurry up and press your fingerprints. It's getting late, and I have to kick the next family!"

The host was stimulated by his words, and another mouthful of blood spewed out. The Japanese coaches immediately wanted to risk their lives when they saw it. Unexpectedly, after the host spat out a mouthful of blood, his breathing became much smoother and stopped Coughing, quickly shouted in a weak voice: "Stop!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't use Huang Shaohong to force him. He used his own blood to press a handprint on the plaque. It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but it spread yesterday. If a person does not follow the fingerprints, he may suffer even more.

After the owner pressed his fingerprints, he said:

"Just before you came, the karate alliance of our Great Wa country has issued a notice to all the karate gyms of the Wa country in the capital of Huaxia. If you encounter a kick from the gym, I will tell you that the karate alliance has sent a master 'Abe Mika' in the capital. The Songtao Pavilion is waiting for you!"

After hearing this, Huang Shaohong was angry: "Since you knew the news earlier, why didn't you tell me earlier, it's not a waste of time to hit you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with the plaque in his hand, but he didn't expect that what he said would inflict a thousand points of critical damage on the museum owner, who was so angry that he vomited blood again and passed out.

Huang Shaohong walked out of the Gymnasium, got into the car he hired, and said the name of 'Songtao Gym', the driver looked excited: "Just now I followed you in to see, you are really good, you are winning glory for the country, my thanks Can you be a teacher?"

Ever since the driver knew that Huang Shaohong was kicking clubs everywhere, he saw the words and bloody handprints on the signboard. Not only was he not afraid, but he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Huang Shaohong looked at the white-haired uncle driver in the driver's seat, and said amusedly, "Master, you are a bit late in learning martial arts at this age, aren't you?"

The driver's hair was gray, his beard was all white, and he looked like he was in his 50s. Hearing this, he sneered: "That's right, why didn't you say that I didn't meet a hero like you when I was young!"

In the Songtao Pavilion, all the coaches and students are kneeling and sitting on both sides of the dojo, and a young man in his 30s wearing a Taoist uniform is closing his eyes and resting his mind, kneeling in the center of the venue.

At this time, a gym staff trotted over, bowed and said:

"Master Abe, Mr. Watanabe, the president of the Beijing branch of the Karate Federation, just called. He said that that person just defeated the owner of the museum, Matsui Shinkui, and he is on his way here. I will be counting on you in a while!"

The young man in his thirties didn't lift his eyelids, but closed his eyes and said, "Please reply to Chairman Watanabe, Abe will definitely live up to his trust!"

The Karate Alliance was not the only one who got the news. After Huang Shaohong got out of the car, he was stopped by several people in suits when he walked to the gate of Songtao Hall with a plaque.

The other party walked up to Huang Shaohong with a look of arrogance, pointed at him and said, "Which sect are you from? Don't you have a tutor? Didn't your master tell you what martial arts are? You kick around, not only because you are wrong Wude, also destroys stability and unity."

Huang Shaohong raised his eyelids: "Are you from the Karate Federation?"

The man snorted coldly: "We are from the Huaxia Martial Arts Association, hurry up and come with us, and let someone from your teacher come over to lead you!"

The driver master who came with Huang Shaohong couldn't help but give a shit. It is estimated that the bustle can't be watched anymore, and the hero has bumped into the relevant department.

"You can't control me, get out of the way!" Huang Shaohong didn't even bother to look at them, and waved his hands directly, like chasing flies, telling the other party to get out of the way.

The members of the Martial Arts Association immediately felt provoked, and the leader said angrily, "Why can't you control you? As long as you belong to the Huaxia Martial Arts World, no matter which sect you belong to, you must be under our jurisdiction!"

Although he was angry, but seeing Huang Shaohong's confident appearance, he also had some suspicions in his heart, fearing that he was the disciple of the great master, so he added another sentence and asked: "Tell me who your master is first, and see if I recognize him or not! "

Huang Shaohong was too lazy to talk nonsense with the people from the Martial Arts Association, so he put his hand into his belt, and then took out the British passport that Tang Zichen had prepared for him from his luggage: "Look clearly, I am an overseas Chinese in the UK, and I am looking for the British Martial Arts Association to come and talk to me. Let me talk!"

The other party froze, and then realized, no wonder he was so impatient, it turned out that he really couldn't control him.

The leader smiled coyly: "So it's a foreign compatriot." But he cursed inwardly: "There's a fart from the British Martial Arts Association, find one and come to me."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Shaohong had already stepped close to him holding the card face, and after approaching, he squeezed with his body, and the Tai Chi soft energy was activated, shaking all these people out, and then strode into the club hall.

The leader's complexion was extremely ugly in an instant, but he sighed helplessly when he thought of the identity of the other party's overseas Chinese. He couldn't control the other party until he discussed with the two colleagues next to him, and then followed him in.

Although they can't control each other, they still have to monitor the development of the matter. It would be bad if the trouble got out of hand.

The master driver who came with Huang Shaohong spat softly from behind: "Hey, just bully your own people!" After speaking, he also stepped up to follow.

The driver master didn't know, although his voice was low, but those in front of him were also martial arts practitioners, they had good ears and eyes, but they heard everything clearly, and couldn't help but look ugly.

When Huang Shaohong entered the gymnasium, his eyes lit up when he saw the man kneeling in the center of the venue with his eyes closed and meditating. The man looked only about 30 years old, with a peaceful expression and long breathing.

The two hands hit the knees in front of him, the skin was delicate and smooth, without any dead skin at all, it was obvious that kung fu had entered the dark force, and the calluses on the hands were melted away.

"A master!" Huang Shaohong's first impression of the other party was that he was a master, a master who broke through the dark energy.

(End of this chapter)