The headquarters of the Taekwondo League is a building in the south of Jeju Island. The most eye-catching one is a three-story luxury villa. In the villa, Kim Do-won’s study room
"Brother, Ouyang Wang has already boarded the ship to Japan." A short, fat, round-faced middle-aged man said to an old man wearing a white Hanbok sitting behind the desk.
This short, fat middle-aged man is none other than Kim Nam-gil, the younger brother of Taekwondo League leader Kim Do-won, and the only biological brother.
Although Jin Daoyuan was a little disgusted with this unlearned and incompetent younger brother, there was nothing he could do about Jin Nanji. His strength was only equivalent to the fifth level of ancient martial arts, and he could be said to be completely different from his brother.
"This god of plague should have left a long time ago. I don't want to offend two terrible people because of him." Jin Daoyuan said lightly. In front of interests and friends, he chose interests.
This is the reality of Korean people. Things that are worthless will be kicked away, and things that are valuable will be snatched away even if they are shameless.
"Brother, I heard that people from China have found Li Yuanxiong. Do you think... will they express their anger at us?" Jin Nanji said a little uneasily.
"No!" Jin Daoyuan was also a little worried. After all, they were too close to the Ouyang family.
Taekwondo can blossom all over northern China and enter the secular world, and even set up Taekwondo clubs in various universities. If the Ouyang family had not allowed it to do what it did, Taekwondo would not have developed so smoothly in China.
Now, the big tree of Ouyang Family fell down, and the Taekwondo League couldn't wait to kick Ouyang Family away.
At this time, on the road a few miles outside the Taekwondo League headquarters, three black cars were heading in the direction of the Taekwondo League. In the carriage of one of the cars, sat a middle-aged man with silver hair and a white face and a fat man with a big belly.
When the three cars entered within three kilometers of the Taekwondo League headquarters, they were immediately targeted by the Taekwondo people.
Soon after, there was a knock on the door outside Jin Daoyuan's study.
"Come in!" An old but powerful voice came from the room, and then, the man outside the door opened the door and walked in. It was a middle-aged man in a black suit. This man was very tough and had a strong look in his eyes.
The light is shining, it seems that the cultivation level is not weak
"What's going on? Didn't I tell you? When my eldest brother and I are discussing things, no one is allowed to disturb us." Jin Nanji's face looked a little ugly.
"This..." The middle-aged man walked respectfully in front of Jin Daoyuan and Jin Nanji, and said cautiously, "I told you that an unidentified person entered the scope of our headquarters."
"What..." Jin Nanji couldn't help but glared and said angrily: "You losers, if someone breaks in, won't you kick them out? What's the fuss about?"
"You can't go away with a blast!" The middle-aged man with a tough aura had a bitter look on his face. He didn't have the aura that a master should have at all.
"Huh?" Jin Daoyuan's expression changed a little, "Who is the person coming? Have you asked clearly?" He had an ominous premonition. Something bad seemed to happen today.
"The opponent has passed two levels and is almost at the entrance of the headquarters," the man said in a trembling voice.
"What!" Not only Jin Nanji was in disbelief at this, but even Jin Daoyuan stood up from his chair at once, "Boy, you and I go out and take a look."
Things are not that simple! Kim Do-won's face was extremely solemn, but Kim Nam-gil's face was very exciting, sometimes angry, sometimes shocked, as rich as a revolving lantern.
"Boom!" Suddenly a loud sound came from the front, and a vast pressure was like a flash flood, instantly covering the area within a mile.
The mountain-like fluctuations of vitality made everyone feel as if doomsday was coming. People with low cultivation levels immediately collapsed to the ground. People with passable cultivation levels also fell to the ground under this pressure.
His face instantly turned pale and horrified.
Jin Daoyuan, who had just walked out of the study, suddenly changed his face, and there were two unbelievable looks in his eyes: "Innate master!"
Jin Daoyuan was shocked by the terrifying pressure. The person who came was so powerful that he released the innate-level pressure without any pretense, shocking everyone in the world.
Such a blatant provocation made the usually deep-tempered Jin Daoyuan feel angry.
"Whoosh!" Jin Daoyuan's figure disappeared immediately, and moved forward with extreme speed. A congenital-level strongman came knocking on the door. This is a very serious matter.
"Damn it, that madman came here to run wild when he was full and had nothing to do," Jin Nanji cursed. The powerful pressure made him very uncomfortable, as if a big mountain was pressing on him.
Outside the gate of the Taekwondo League, three cars were parked. On the steps of the gate, there were men in black suits lying all over the floor.
All of those men are the leaders of the younger generation in the Taekwondo League, but now, these so-called elites have all been beaten until they fell to the ground groaning in pain and unable to get up.
But at the top of the steps, there were seven people standing. The one at the front was a middle-aged man with silver hair and silver eyebrows, and a sickly pale face.
"Hmph! They're all just flimsy garbage." A tall, thin, middle-aged man with a sallow complexion like a bamboo pole glanced disdainfully at the men in black who were humming uncomfortably on the steps.
A look of disdain
Although the guys who were knocked down were not convinced, they could not speak out to argue. At this time, the entire Taekwondo League headquarters was alarmed, and many people ran towards the gate.
"Who is the master here to visit the Taekwondo Alliance? Jin is really honored!" At this time, a low, but rich voice came from inside. The sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
"The real master has come out!" A middle-aged man who was as fat as a pig smiled at him. It didn't matter, but the fat all over his body trembled.
But when I saw a figure flashing through the gate, an old man wearing a white Hanbok and a black gauze hat walked out with a smile.
Just when the top six masters broke into the headquarters of the Taekwondo League, a villa on the seaside in the northeast of Jeju Island completely collapsed amidst the rumbling sound.
The dust rushed up to the sky, and the earth trembled. The powerful force exploded like a bomb with unimaginable power. At the moment the villa collapsed, a purple light shot out from the villa that turned into ruins in an instant.
out
A young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a cold and somewhat terrifying face, appeared a hundred meters away from the villa.
"It's unreasonable to let him escape again!" The young man's face showed a trace of anger. This young man was naturally Nangong Chu.
After he came to South Korea, he first drove away the cold air from Zhuo Fan in Seoul, and then punished the four evil masters such as Boss He, and then took a plane from Seoul to Jeju Island.
Even so, he still made a mistake. The beachside villa where Ouyang Wang stayed was already empty.
"Hateful!" Nangong Chu cursed lowly, then rose into the sky, turned into a purple light, and flew towards the south. After Nangong Chu left for a while, the people nearby noticed the situation here.
So someone called the police, and a few minutes later, ambulances and police cars arrived.
When these rescue workers and policemen came to this ruins, they were completely dumbfounded. A villa worth hundreds of millions was turned into ruins for some reason.
The wall completely collapsed, with bricks and tiles scattered all over the floor, not even a complete pillar left... It was simply more thorough than the demolition by a professional demolition team!
At this time, on a passenger ship heading to Japan, a tall old man was on the deck, looking to the east. The old man's back was obviously a little bent, as if there was an invisible mountain pressing on him.
The old man has a face full of vicissitudes of life and a look of helplessness
"One day, our Ouyang family will come back." The old man's eyes suddenly shot out two extremely determined rays of light, and then he turned and walked into the cabin.
That tall back has some loneliness and a hint of desolation
"Ha!" A loud shout rang out from outside the gate of the Taekwondo League headquarters. The huge sound wave made everyone's ears buzz. A middle-aged man with flying silver hair took a step forward, and then punched a man in Korean clothes.
The old man blasted over
A bright light suddenly emerged from the silver-haired middle-aged man's fist, and the unparalleled fist power like the Yangtze River surged toward the Korean-clad old man like an overwhelming force.
The silver-haired man's eyes were like lightning, and his sickly pale face was flushed. The vast vitality fluctuations radiating from his body showed that he was a master, and a peerless master.
The earth cracked under his feet, and the world was shaken with one punch. The silver-haired man was unrivaled.
"You..." The old man in Korean clothes looked frightened and angry. Faced with the seemingly invincible punch, he did not dare to fight head-on. He put his feet on the ground, and his body rose into the sky like a bolt of lightning, and then jumped forward.
He stepped out and stepped on the silver-haired man's head with both feet.
"Boss Zhuo, come on! Give this old guy a beating!" A wretched old man who stepped aside shouted loudly.
The "Boss Zhuo" he refers to is of course Zhuo Fan. These six masters who defeated the Taekwondo League are naturally Boss He, Long Ying and others led by Zhuo Fan.
They came to the Taekwondo League. Although they brought the translator kid with black-rimmed glasses, Zhuo Fan and others seemed to have no need for an interpreter. As soon as they arrived at the Taekwondo League, they started fighting
Since you are killing the chicken to scare the monkey, what else is there to say? It’s not too late to beat them until they are submissive and then talk slowly.
"Good leg skills!" Zhuo Fan did not dodge, turned sideways, and kicked his right foot upwards. His terrifying leg strength was not much weaker than his fist strength.
Jin Daoyuan's legs stepped straight down from the air, and instantly collided with Zhuo Fan's kick, causing a dull sound like muffled thunder.
"Kick, kick, kick..." Zhuo Fan stepped back a few steps, and the steps under his feet burst into pieces. However, Jin Daoyuan easily did a backflip from the air, jumped back several feet, and then steadily
stand on the ground
In Taekwondo, more than 90% of the moves are performed on the legs. Jin Doyuan has been immersed in Taekwondo for decades, but his kick skills are also extremely powerful.
The two masters exchanged moves and seemed to be evenly matched
Others may not see anything fishy, but Zhuo Fan and Jin Daoyuan know very well that Jin Daoyuan is accumulating strength, while Zhuo Fan changes his moves temporarily. This time, there is some difference.