There was a commotion in the gymnasium of the University of Science and Technology.
Today is the day when Wu Jingjun and Liu Yi will take the stage. Many students from the University of Science and Technology have gathered here, some to watch the excitement and some to support their idols.
Looking around, it seems that Wu Jingjun has more fans. People in several areas held up photos of Wu Jingjun, and some even held banners with words such as "Shock HKUST with bare hands, Jingjun dominates Kyoto."
There are also some female fans who know they are Wang Zhanfeng's support group without even looking.
These women were a little crazy, and some even shouted "Wang Zhanfeng, I love you" loudly, and the screams pierced the sky above the entire HKUST Stadium from time to time.
Looking at Liu Yi and Lai Junwen, they seem a bit weak. Most of them are students from Liu Yi's class, cheering for Liu Yi and the others.
Nishikawa Yoko was also sitting among them. As soon as she shouted, "Come on Liu Yi, come on, Liu Yi," her voice was immediately drowned by the flood of shouts from Wu Jingjun.
Liu Yi was sitting on the sidelines at this time, turning a blind eye to the commotion in front of him, as if he was staying out of it.
He was still thinking about the conversation he had with Master Ma Hua last night.
Relying on the abundant funds of the Red Scarf Army and secretly bribing several leaders of the school, Ma Hua successfully entered the University of Science and Technology and became a glorious old man.
Liu Yi sneaked into Ma Hua's duty room last night and asked Ma Hua about the Hehuan Cult.
"Acacia Cult?"
Ma Hua was pouring Erguotou into the cup and was slightly surprised when she heard Liu Yi talking about the Hehuan Cult.
"This gang is so notorious. Why do you think of asking about this?"
"They sent a man to kill me tonight, but I killed him."
Liu Yi asked, "How is it? Is it a big trouble?"
"Not big."
Ma Hua chuckled, not taking it seriously at all, "With your current strength, one person can eradicate one of their sects. A small sect like the Hehuan Cult is not worth mentioning. Although it has some reputation, it is notorious. For money, they can
He said he would do anything. I think what you have to worry about now is not the Hehuan Cult, but the Yaowang Valley."
"Yao Wang Valley, why would master mention this?"
"Have you forgotten what you told me about that girl Wang Yuzheng?"
Ma Hua touched the wine glass and said slowly, "I once sneaked into Wang Yuzheng's home. Her mother was seriously ill... It was indeed not serious. You have to go to Yaowang Valley to get the Vitality Pill to free her mother from the illness.
"
"What, raw eggs? Do you need to steal them from Yaowang Valley? Can't I go to the market and buy two kilograms?"
"Rub! It's not a raw egg, it's a vitality pill! A pill that can regenerate functions! This is a panacea. Whether Wang Yuzheng's mother's illness can be cured depends on it!"
"Then I'll go to Yaowang Valley and get it!"
Liu Yi is eager to try.
"Silly boy, now is not the time!"
Ma Hua calculated with her fingers, "If I calculated correctly, the World Taoist Conference will soon begin. At that time, Yaowang Valley will prepare vitality pills for his disciples and provide them for use at the World Taoist Conference. You should take advantage of this opportunity
At that time, seize the elixir."
"The Taoist Association of the World?"
"Yes, this is a Taoist meeting held every fifty years in our world of immortality. When the Taoist meeting is held, all sects in the world can participate. Everyone who wants to increase the reputation of his sect will select the most outstanding disciples to participate.
Go among them. The disciple who can win the first place in the end, his sect will become the leader of the Taoist Association in the world and command the entire world of immortality!"
"I'll go, it sounds very cruel."
"Yes, apart from letting you take the opportunity to seize the elixir, my master actually has a task for you."
Ma Hua's eyes were slightly hesitant, "It's just that this task... is more difficult for you."
"Master, just tell me what you have to say. You are my reborn parents. If it weren't for Master, I wouldn't be where I am now."
Liu Yi is still very grateful to Ma Hua. Although Lin Tong led him into the gate of the world of immortality, it was Ma Hua, the fallen demon king, who really made him awesome.
"Master, I hope you can do me a favor..."
"Master, why are you so hesitant today?"
Liu Yi looked at Ma Hua who was hesitating today strangely.
"Actually... before I fell into a demon, my master was once a disciple of the Sword Sect's Immortal Yang Palace. The Immortal Yang Palace and the Hidden Sword Pavilion were equally famous, but in the end, before the World Taoist Conference, because of that incident,
I was supposed to join, but I abandoned the sect and fell into the devil's path."
Ma Hua sighed, "After losing that time, the Immortal Yang Palace has been in decline. Now, I don't know what it will become. I hope you can join the Immortal Yang Palace and help my teacher complete the mission of the year.
It’s a pity that I went to participate in the Tianxia Taoist Conference instead of becoming my teacher.”
"ha?"
Liu Yi was surprised. It was such a mission?
However, as a disciple, it is also your duty to fulfill your master's wish.
"I also know that it is a bit difficult for you to bring up this matter now. But apart from you, I don't know who to count on. That boy Chen Cai is far less powerful than you."
"Now that I know Master, I can leave this matter to my disciple."
Liu Yi nodded, "But joining the Immortal Cultivation Hall...is this easy?"
"It's not difficult."
Ma Hua said and handed over a letter, "Here is a handwritten note from my master. You can take it to Liu Haisheng of Yangxian Hall. After he reads it, he will naturally accept you as a disciple."
"Okay, I've put it away, my disciple."
Liu Yi was sitting in the gymnasium at this time, and Xiaomi was lying on the chair next to him in a puppy state, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched the letter hidden in his arms.
It seems that after I have an explanation with the Dragon Group, I should leave for the Yangxian Palace. The World Taoist Association has less than two months left, so there is not enough time.
"Brother, why are you always walking?"
Su Junping asked Lai Junwen, who was walking around in front, while taking pictures of the surrounding scenes with his own small DV.
"Damn, I'm a little nervous!"
Lai Junwen punched the air a few times and said, "I have been studying martial arts for so many years, and this is the first time I have participated in a ring competition!"
These few punches were short and powerful, and the air crackled like a firecracker.
"Don't worry, Wu Jingjun and Long Koujie are far behind."
Chen Cai comforted Lai Junwen, "Don't be so nervous! Let's put on a good show for your Xiaoya!"
The last time Longkousuke defeated Lai Junwen, it caused a lot of pressure in Lai Junwen's heart.
"Yes, brother, just go ahead and fight."
Su Junping also encouraged, "You are so good at Kung Fu, there must be no problem!"
"Hmm... but my second brother, why are you in a trance today?"
Lai Junwen glanced at Liu Yi sitting there and couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, I'm fine. I'm just waiting to go up and beat up Wang Zhanfeng later."
Liu Yi gave him a smile, indicating that he was fine.
"Oh, just be fine. Wang Zhanfeng doesn't know Kung Fu. You are just bullying the weak."
"That's not what he said in the pub."
Liu Yi said, turned his head and raised his eyes into the distance.
Wang Zhanfeng was sitting in his lounge at this time, his legs trembling.
I'm afraid this guy should know about his defeat of Longkou Jieyi. In today's arena match, it can be said that he is dead.
"Brother, come on, don't let Wu Jingjun's karate show off."
Liu Yi also encouraged Lai Junwen.
"Um!"
Lai Junwen took a deep breath and nodded.
Just when the arena match was about to start, Su Junping suddenly exclaimed, looked at the picture in his DV, and shouted.
"Look, look, someone is on the ring!"
"Who? Wu Jingjun?"
"No, no, he looks like an international student!"
While talking, Liu Yi and the others also raised their heads and looked towards the ring.
I saw a tall, thin, well-dressed male student taking off his coat, revealing his shorts underneath.
His skin is dark and his muscles are as strong as stone.
"Come on, come on, I, Basong, won first place for Muay Thai today!"
Muay Thai? Thais?
Several people looked at each other.
"Come down!"
Wu Jingjun, wearing a white Taoist robe, jumped onto the ring and said, "Today is the ring match between me and Lai Junwen, it's not your turn."
"Since it's an arena, let's distinguish between high and low."
Na Basong spoke stilted Chinese and said, "Don't you dare, let's have a competition!"
As he said that, he stretched out his right hand with a row of bandages and curled his fingers at Wu Jingjun.
In front of so many students, and with the reputation of the karate club at stake, how could Wu Jingjun show weakness!
"Okay, let's warm up with this wild boy like you first."
"Okay! Let's fight!"
Amidst the shouts of a group of students, Basong suddenly ran forward and threw a set of combo punches at Wu Jingjun.
Thailand is a country where boxing is popular. There is a saying that ten men have nine punches! Nabasong has also been immersed in Muay Thai for many years, and he has long wanted to establish a prestige for his Muay Thai at HKUST! When he got the opportunity, he attacked Wu Jingjun like a tiger.
.
"snort!"
Unexpectedly, Wu Jingjun snorted coldly, stretched out his arms to protect himself, and kept blocking the combination punches from Basong.
At the same time, he flew up and kicked Basong directly in the lower abdomen, causing Basong to fall to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't realize that Wu Jingjun still has some tricks up his sleeve."
Chen Cai stood aside. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but curl his lips, "This kick is quite powerful. Brother, you will be under pressure soon."
"yes……"
Lai Junwen also wiped away the cold sweat. This Wu Jingjun doesn't seem to be weak...
"hateful!"
But Basong got up again amidst the boos. His eyes were fierce, and he suddenly showed off his unique skill, running a flying knee towards Wu Jingjun's cheek.
"snort!"
Wu Jingjun would have blushed if he suffered a flying knee from this blow. But he was not shocked at all. After snorting coldly, he sank his feet, stepped on his horse, and directly punched out with an ordinary straight punch, taking the first step.
It hit Bassoon in the lower abdomen again.
Basong grunted, and before his knee could hit Wu Jingjun, he flew out first and passed out on the ring.
Wu Jingjun stood proudly amid the cheers, adjusted his black belt, and then raised his fingers at Lai Junwen.