Film and Television: A Man in White Horse, Begins by Becoming an Apprentice of Yu Sheng Demon

Zhang Tong felt a little uneasy. He walked over quietly and asked Yu Tian in a low voice. His voice was sweet, like glutinous rice wine.

Yu Tian glanced at Zhang Tongyi, stood up, nodded gracefully, and said politely:

"I'm almost eighteen."

"He really is a child..."

However, she couldn't explain it clearly, so she changed the subject, pointing to the man and woman in the center of the room and introducing them:

“These are all martial arts masters here. Most of them are coaches from the Taekwondo Federation in Handong Province, and some are masters from martial arts schools and martial arts associations.”

"Sister Tong asked me to come here today just to get to know these people?"

Liu Yu muttered with some disappointment. As the founder of the Taekwondo Federation, he was a member of the board of directors.

These coaches and martial artists are likely quite skilled, at least at the black belt level in Taekwondo, and could take on several people unarmed.

Moreover, after witnessing Yu Tian's abilities, she no longer cared about any ordinary martial artist.

Seeing this, Zhang Tong was not angry, but smiled and said:

"This is just the appetizer; there are still a few experts who haven't appeared yet."

On the other side, Li Wanji walked up to a row of black belt coaches in the center of the field.

He whispered a few words to him, then walked out of the venue and greeted some of the upper-class people watching outside.

"Mr. Li, why hasn't it started yet? I can earn hundreds of thousands in a minute, I don't have time to wait too long."

A middle-aged man with a slightly stocky build and a beer belly glanced at Li Wanji out of the corner of his eye and asked a question, occasionally glancing at Li Wanji's large chest.

Chapter 187 Provocation, Relieving the Siege of Wei by Attacking Zhao

"Chairman Wu!"

Li Wanji greeted him politely:

“A few days ago, a driver said he was coming to visit today, so we had to wait for him to arrive.”

Although I dislike Director Wu, and although she has a face with squinting eyes, Li Wanji didn't show it at all.

Chairman Wu is a well-known real estate developer in the province. Apart from the most luxurious Shishan residential community in the province, which he did not develop, more than half of the other luxury residential communities are under his name.

This wealthy man is a top member of this gym, with annual membership fees of hundreds of thousands of yuan, not to mention the various Taekwondo competitions sponsored by his group in the province.

Li Wanji certainly couldn't afford to offend such a god of wealth.

"Since there are experts coming to the dojo for the competition, don't you have any other preparations?"

Chairman Wu paused for a moment, his gaze shifting from Li Wanji to the coaches and martial arts experts in the arena.

Although these coaches are all good, if you dare to come to the gym, you must be an expert.

These coaches are probably no match for them!

"Chairman Wu knows everything. Yes, we've also brought in our gym's top coach, and he's on his way."

Li Wanji had a charming smile and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out outside, followed by several muffled thuds and screams. Two figures were kicked in and slid several meters across the soft carpet.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that the two coaches who had been kicked in were wearing white taekwondo uniforms with black belts around their waists. They had been standing guard outside the VIP room.

A group of wealthy upper-class people had their eyes sparkling, looking like they were watching a good show.

These rich people are spiritually empty; all they have left is money. They wish there were people playing football every day so they could see real live-fire combat.

Abroad, there exist brutal underground boxing matches that serve as entertainment for some wealthy individuals.

However, in mainland China, such underground boxing circles are heavily targeted by the government and cannot develop at all, leaving less and less entertainment for wealthy people who enjoy thrills.

5

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, many young men and women dressed in brightly colored clothes rushed in, some even wearing university badges on their chests.

Behind them were the Taekwondo gym's students and instructors, all of whom looked excited and eager to see what was going on, and all wanted to squeeze into the VIP room.

Fortunately, the VIP room was indeed spacious enough; even after more than two hundred people entered, there was still a large open space.

Two young men were walking at the front of the group of students.

The boy looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his slightly high and straight nose, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes combined to make him very charming.

He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and had taken off his shirt, revealing well-proportioned, muscular muscles.

The other boy, or rather a young man, was older, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and his face showed signs of maturity.

The shirtless youth was the first to stand up, and said coldly:

"My name is Zhao Xinglong. I sent you an invitation three days ago. Where is your master? Why are they all rotten fish and shrimp?"

Upon hearing his words, the people at the taekwondo gym erupted in uproar.

A tall, slender coach didn't exchange any pleasantries. As he stepped onto the stage, he stood with his legs spread and his fists clenched. Then he replied:

"Li Feng, fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, please give me some advice."

"let us start!"

That young man named Zhao Xinglong was even more straightforward.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy, his body making a slight clicking sound. Goosebumps rose all over his body, his hair stood on end, and his gaze became extremely sharp.

Like a leopard eyeing its prey!

In the center of the arena, Zhao Xinglong, having gathered his strength, took a step forward, colliding with his body as if a mountain were crashing into him.

The speed was so fast and the force so intense that the ground trembled from the impact.

"Bajiquan, hold fast on the mountain!"

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Li Feng was struck directly by Zhao Xinglong, staggering back five or six steps. His left arm bent into a strange arc, and his face turned purple.

He endured the pain and let out a scream; his arm was clearly broken.

The other coaches and martial artists were so gloomy at the sight that they were almost in tears. They knew very well Li Feng's strength; he was considered above average among all the coaches, yet he was defeated in a single move.

"It's Bajiquan."

Li Wanji, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately realized that something was wrong. As the president of the Taekwondo Federation of Handong Province, although her martial arts skills were not high, her vision was definitely high.

Bajiquan is one of the most ferocious and violent styles of Chinese martial arts, and is known as "Bajiquan can determine the fate of the world".

This kind of fierce punching style, like Muay Thai, is very effective against Taekwondo, which uses techniques and kicks.

After defeating Li Feng, Zhao Xinglong didn't stop. Instead, he said with some pride:

"Looks like Taekwondo is nothing special. If you can't beat anyone today, don't bother coming to our university again. What kind of Taekwondo club is this? You'll just embarrass yourself."

"fart!"

Upon hearing Zhao Xinglong's shout, two more coaches couldn't help but stand up, but they were also defeated by Zhao Xinglong's three moves.

Seeing this, Li Wanji frowned, picked up his phone and continued dialing, muttering:

"Why haven't you come yet?"

A taekwondo gym with its own building and tens of thousands of members certainly cannot be without top-notch experts.

For a time, in the huge taekwondo club, there were dozens of coaches and martial arts instructors, but no one dared to stand up and fight.

Zhao Xinglong's attacks were particularly brutal, causing fractures to all three coaches who had just challenged him, potentially leaving them with lifelong aftereffects. This made the coaches even more hesitant to take any action.

"Who else?"

Zhao Xinglong shouted arrogantly. Yu Tian, ​​who was sitting to the side eating watermelon, couldn't bear to look at him. "Why don't you call me Zhao Xinglong? You might as well call me Zhao Ritian."

However, the dignitaries and onlookers who watched the performance were full of praise for Zhao Xinglong's performance. On the rainy day, they could clearly see Liu Yu's cousin Zhang Tong, dressed in a Taoist robe, taking a small half glass of red wine with great interest.

Feeling the rain, Zhang Tong nodded and greeted them, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Judging from the way Zhang Tong handed out the wine, he seemed interested in Zhao Xinglong.

Watching the show is no big deal, but Li Wanji and Chairman Li are almost in tears, okay?

"President Li, the martial arts club relies on force. Since your skills in the Asian Taekwondo Federation are inferior to others, you should just close down."

"Our Sakurajima Karate is planning to expand its branch in Handong Province. How about you buy this building for us then?"

Are you from Sakurajima?

Hearing the young man's tone, Li Wanji's gaze turned icy as she said:

"This is just a conflict between us and the martial arts club of Handong University. You're not even Chinese, so what right do you have to come here and provoke us?"

As a Korean, she disliked Sakurajima even more than Chinese people.

Anti-Japanese sentiment is so strong throughout South Korea that South Koreans often act like madmen whenever they encounter Sakurajima players in various competitions around the world.

In their hearts, they could lose to anyone but to the people of Sakurajima.

"Excuse me, girl from South Korea, I'm an international student at Handong University. My name is Shinichi Miyagi, you can just call me Miyagi."

As he spoke, Sakurajima lifted the bangs from his forehead and actually bowed ninety degrees to the dignitaries present.

"Snapped!"