Kung Fu Soldier King

"This man is crazy. He dares to challenge master mo. is he bored?"

"Life is loveless and boring. People come to find stimulation."

"I think the two beauties around him are good. I'll wrap them up when master Mo kills him."

"I bet that master Mo won anyway. Why do you say so much? Just take the money after the game?"

"You're right. I've mortgaged all my houses on master mo. I can make a windfall this time."

“……”

There was a lot of discussion around. Xiao Yanquan listened in his ears, but he didn't move. He just took off his coat and threw it to Lin Xianer under the stage.

Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves and moved his wrists.

"Roll down, what qualifications do you have to challenge master Mo?"

"Get down!"

He hasn't even warmed up yet. There is already a lot of shouting and swearing on the stage. If there were no security guards to maintain order on the scene, I'm afraid it would have started a long time ago.

Mineral water bottles have been constantly thrown down, and several security guards have been beaten and scurry.

In this southeast weather, as soon as the sun comes out, it's as hot as summer in the north. Although it's winter, it's not cold and warm at the moment.

As soon as the weather was hot, people became irritable. They began to make trouble before Mo Yongshen appeared.

"Xiao Jiuye, come on!"

But at this time, there was a group of people in the southeast corner, almost forty or fifty. Not only didn't scold Xiao Yan, but also encouraged him.

People who were close looked over there. They thought it was an outsider brought by Xiao Yan, but when they saw it, they found that it was a local.

"Whose crotch hasn't been closed, which exposed your third brother. We boxers in your old city live in vain."

"Zhou paopi, you've got the true story of Mo's boxing. You really don't even want your face."

“……”

There were many curses. Before the fight started, the stage became lively, and a group of big men on the podium laughed at each other.

Since ancient times, the custom of Wulin in Southeast China has been the struggle of literature, lawsuit and martial arts.

Such scenes are also common, so people just laugh but don't speak, waiting for Mo Yongshen to appear.

Dong Dong Dong

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire just south of the martial arts arena, and then an old jeep came in. Look at that big ass, it's a 212.

This thing is old enough. Mo Yongshen came in this car.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly in his heart. It seems that his mind has not reached the realm of inaction and selflessness. Although he is not sure about the first war today, he can definitely fight.

He read the information. This car was mo Yongshen's young age. He won the championship in the martial arts competition. The then governor of eastern Guangdong Province gave him his car.

It's an honor. He seldom appears in this car. He drove when he won the three tigers in eastern Guangdong, and served him occasionally. It is precisely because this occasionally appears that many people are deeply impressed.

As soon as the car appeared, it detonated the scene immediately, and the strong atmosphere ignited.

"Master Mo, we will always support you."

"Master Mo, please accept me as your disciple."

"Master Mo, kill this arrogant boy."

In the end, it is one of the three tigers in eastern Guangdong. Mo Yongshen's appearance is completely different from Xiao Yan's treatment. It can be seen that the Wulin in eastern Guangdong still respects the strong.

But many people don't know, there is a very ironic one.

The former boss of East Guangdong who sent Mo Yongshen the car was actually Ye min's grandfather. Ye Jinxian and ye Jincheng, including Lao Tzu of Xiao Yan's father-in-law.

It's just that no one knows. Xiao Yan won't pull others and say that my grandfather gave you this car. Isn't that a fool or a liar?

The car stopped at the side of the field. Mo Yongshen jumped out of the car. He was wearing a loose Tang suit today. Although the trouser legs are loose, they walk very neatly, obviously with leggings inside.

It can be seen that he is also very serious about the game with Xiao Yan.

His hairstyle is slightly similar to that of Xiao Yan. They all have a big back, but Xiao Yan's hair is thicker than his and looks more capable.

But as soon as the old man appeared, the cheers around him rang through the clouds, shaking the martial arts field.

The old man walked slowly to the stage amid cheers and flowers, and then solemnly arched his hands at the podium. In addition to a few old qualifications, others got up and saluted him.

Xiao Yan was very upset. If he came late, he was afraid that there would be not only no flowers and applause, but also mineral water bottles and toilet paper.

Before the podium started, the old man spoke.

"Everyone be quiet first. Don't have anything to say today." Mo Yongshen arched his hands around and shouted loudly.

His voice didn't use a loudspeaker, but it was very loud. It was Qi sinking Dantian. When he shouted, he breathed from his throat.

This little trick, the lion roar function is the most exquisite, he just used it casually.

But the people around were shocked and quiet one after another. There are others who talk to themselves. They have been kicked by the people nearby for a long time.

With such a great appeal, Xiao Yan sighed that he was not as good as himself. He stood quietly with his hands down and looked at Mo Yongshen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, I don't want to thank someone..." the front is full of scene words. Obviously, Mo Yongshen thinks he is the landlord. But then I went straight to the theme, "... Nine years ago, I was lucky to beat the heroes in this martial arts arena and won the title of the three outstanding martial artists in eastern Guangdong."

"Today, I stand here again. Opposite me is Mr. Xiao Yanxiao, a young hero known as the God of fire in Jinling."

With that, he pointed to Xiao Yan, who arched his hands without being arrogant, but in exchange for a hiss.

Mo Yongshen doesn't care. Nonsense. It's not him who boos. Of course he doesn't care.

Just listen to him continue to say: "today's war, please make a witness. The so-called back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. If I get old and lose the game, I will give up the name of Junjie in eastern Guangdong..."

It turned out that this guy had such a mind that he gambled not only on his fame, but also on his name.

Obviously, it means that if he loses, Xiao Yan will be the three tigers in eastern Guangdong in the future.

Although doing so looks open and aboveboard, it is not good for Xiao Yan.

If he loses the challenge, others will only say that Mo Yongshen is benevolent and righteous. It's your own strength. You'd better go home and play in the mud.

And if he wins, he gets a false name. He is so young that some people will not accept him. I'm afraid there will be an endless stream of people coming to challenge or smash the field.

At the very least, Chen Yan and Lin Jiawang will certainly attack him. Because the three tigers in eastern Guangdong have always ranked, this battle is inevitable.

In the past, Lin Jiawang took the first place, but Chen Yan and Mo Yongshen had a victory or defeat. It was always difficult to decide the second and third place. This root has a lot to do with play and state. After all, everyone is almost at the same height.

There were a lot of cheers around, but Xiao Yan felt dull. Nonsense, of course he felt bored, because these people didn't cheer him up.

"Master Mo, I still have an empty stomach here. What do you want to say later?" Xiao Yan saw that he still had something to say. It was almost noon, so he hurried to speak.

Fortunately, what he said was not high, otherwise the saliva around him would have obliterated him.

However, Zhang Zhijiang on the podium shook his head slightly and said, "people are good, but it's a pity that young people are so impetuous."

"I don't think so. Curator Zhang will wait and see." Fang Qingyun nearby suddenly said such a sentence.

What else do people want to say? Zhang Zhijiang has waved his hand and said to the referee in front: "let's start."