Gong Baosen, Commissioner Xiong, Mr. Fu, President Li, Huang Yiping, President Dai of Guangzhou Jingwu Association, President Luo of Guangxi Jingwu Association...

Lin Yue is sitting in the front row, with Gong Baosen on the left and Mr. Fu on the right. In the words of the 21st century, he can be considered a C-level debut.

Bang!

The old camera bursts with a light and a cloud of smoke.

There was a burst of applause from the side, and Master Liang, Master Liao, Chao Teng and others looked proud.

After taking pictures, Commissioner Xiong, Mr. Fu and others went to the seats below. Gong Baosen went to sit behind the wooden table in the inner hall.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and new people replace old ones. I never thought that the old brothers in the south would choose such a young junior to help me."

Lin Yue stood in front of the wooden case, tilted his head slightly, and saw a handsome and somewhat heroic face in the window lattice on the rear right.

Gong Er was watching from outside.

"Mr. Lin, today is my last battle. How about we compare ideas instead of martial arts?"

Lin Yue said: "I am a guest from afar, and you are a senior. It is up to you to decide what happens today."

Gong Baosen got up from his chair, walked to the wooden desk, picked up a piece of cake on the plate and held it in his hand.

"That year, the Chinese Warriors Association was established. A man came from the south with a piece of cake in his hand and asked my senior brother Li Cunyi to break it. My senior brother Li Cunyi did not say anything and made him the first president of the Chinese Warriors Association.

, what that man relied on was not his martial arts, but his words."

"Boxing has a north and a south, but does the state have a north and a south?" Gong Baosen glanced at Lin Yue: "This man's surname is Ye, his name is Ye Yunbiao, and he comes from Foshan. Twenty-five years later, I came here, hoping that there would be someone who could

Break this piece of cake out of my hand."

He stretched his arms slowly and put the cake in front of Lin Yue: "Mr. Lin, please."

It's more than an idea.

It's a competition of martial arts.

It is also a lashing against Foshan... no, or rather the southern martial arts community.

Lin Yue knew very well the thoughts of Gong Baosen, President Li, President Dai of the Guangzhou Jingwu Association, President Chu of the Shanghai Jingwu Association, Mr. Fu, and even Huo Dongge, the son of Huo Daxia, and others.

Now that the Japanese occupy the Northeast and are eyeing the Central Plains, their ambitions are obvious. People of insight in the north are constantly running to call on the people to unite as one and resist foreign aggression. Many people even paid their lives for this.

But looking back at the South, many people's living conditions are still stable, the years are quiet, and they have no sense of crisis. To put it bluntly, they are like "business women who don't know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but still sing as flowers in the backyard across the river." In order to change the status quo

, to let more people understand the truth about the death of lips and teeth. It was planned by Gong Baosen, led by President Chu, and President Li promised to come to Foshan to hold a second retreat ceremony. It said it was to help newcomers get ahead, but in fact it was to launch a righteous man.

A rising star with a sense of responsibility and sense of responsibility will come to take over Gong Baosen's class and start the process of spreading the martial arts from south to north as soon as possible.

Just like the conversation between Gong Baosen and Ding Lianshan (pseudonym, real name Li Cunyi) in the backyard, Ding Lianshan hinted that Gong Baosen was acting too hastily, and Gong Baosen defended himself by saying that he was just making way for the newcomers, and the juniors would do the rest.

Lin Yueting hates others arranging his own destiny, but considering the main mission: to achieve the name of the Grandmaster and the side mission: to get Gong Er, he needs to get close to Gong Baosen and gain favor, so he will use the trick. And in the end, Gong Baosen also wants to

The starting point for resisting Japan and saving the nation is good.

Unfortunately, the Japanese took action earlier than they thought. Before the spread of Southern Quan to the North had begun, the cannons at Marco Polo Bridge rang out.

The candlelight was dim, impurities exploded in the flame, and there was a faint burnt smell in the air.

Everyone was silent and looked at the old man and the young man standing in front of the wooden case.

Chairman Li and Mr. Fu frowned, because this was not in the script. They had agreed to give Lin Yue their reputation, help newcomers rise to the top, and then push southern boxers to spread their skills northward to fight against Japan and save the nation. It would be better now.

Gong Baosen suddenly raised the door so high, how could Lin Yue pick it up?

Judging from Lin Yue's performance in the martial arts competition, he has a 60-70% chance of winning if not 80%. If we talk about his thoughts, he is a young man under 30 years old. He has not walked as much salt as Kung Baosen. This is not

Deliberately causing trouble?

Third sister, Mr. Rui, Brother Yong, and Uncle Deng all had uglier expressions. They thought that after they imparted their experience, Lin Yue could successfully pass the final test. However, the old man did not compare his martial arts skills at the last moment, but his ideas, which was embarrassing.

Moreover, what made Master Liang of the Qinglong Martial Arts School, Chao Teng of the Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts School and others furious was that this Gong Baosen looked like a respected senior, but he actually put a lot of thought into this matter.

Yesterday, Lin Yue defeated Ma San. The key to being able to keep beating his opponent was the incomprehensible incoordination. It was like having two brains controlling his hands and feet. Ordinary people couldn't learn it at all.

Now Gong Baosen stretched out one hand and put the other behind his back. Naturally, Lin Yue could not face the enemy with both hands. This broke his biggest support according to the rules.

"He lost." In the corridor, Uncle Jiang gave a nut to the monkey standing on his shoulder: "He lost because he was too arrogant and dared to let the old man rule. No matter what Ma San did wrong, he was still a member of the Gong family.

The old man can teach you a lesson, but outsiders can't. Miss, don't worry, the worries of the old man's friends will not come true."

Gong Ershou picked up the window lattice and looked at the angular profile on the other side of the glass: "Uncle Jiang, do you still remember what dad told the youngest in the morning?"

"Second Miss, you mean to find out what this kid did after coming to Foshan?"

"Look at the people in this room. They are all wearing long coats, mandarin jackets, and melon-skin hats. He is the only one wearing a Chinese tunic suit."

"Second Miss, the competition now is about ideas, not clothes."

"How would you describe Endeavor Hall when the youngest comes back?"

Lao Jiang thought for a moment and said, "Teach martial arts in the morning and study essays in the afternoon."

Gong Er stopped talking and stared at the window because Lin Yue stretched out his right hand.

In the movie, Ip Man tried his hand three times and finally used the listening bridge to break Kung Baosen's momentum.

Lin Yue only made one move.

The moment his fingertips touched the edge of the pastry, Kung Baosen lowered his wrist and swiped his index finger at an extremely tricky angle, picking up the sesame seeds on the surface of the pastry and stabbing into the crook of his opponent's arm.

Kung Baosen pressed down his palms and raised his wrists, preparing to spread his fingers.

Unexpectedly, the four fingers that were pressed together in front of him were spread apart. The ring finger and little finger pressed down and stabbed his wrist hard. The tiger's mouth went numb immediately, and he could only watch as Lin Yue's right index finger and middle finger hit the crook of his arm.

Qi suddenly drained, a stinging pain struck, the five fingers in front loosened, and the cake fell downwards.

At this time, Lin Yue pulled away and moved his palm downwards. The cake fell into the gap between his middle finger and index finger, and he held it between his eyes.

"clever."

"sharp!"

People outside the hall took a breath. It can be said that the old man of the Gong family has tried his best to win. He set restrictions on everything from the rules to the content of the competition to make things difficult for Lin Yue. However, he did not expect that in the blink of an eye, the cake would fall after all the calculations.

Lin Yue's hand.

Everyone only knew that his hands and feet could operate uncoordinated, but they had no idea that this uncoordinated operation could be as fine as the fingers.

"Old man, the cake belongs to me." Lin Yue said with a smile.

Now that the cake is in his hand, the level of kung fu between the two is very high. As for splitting the cake with one hand, is it a problem for the leader of the Endeavor Hall who can "dance" with his fingertips? Of course not.

question.

However, Lin Yue did not break the cake, but put it back on the plate and turned to look at Gong Baosen.
Chapter completed!