Guangdong and Guangzhou Chinese Martial Arts Museum.
In the VIP lounge, Zhou Lie, the true disciple of Juling Sect, was sitting on the leather sofa, listening to the introductions of the martial arts association chairman.
The composition of the Wushu Association's main committee is composed of veterans from the Guangdong and Hainan martial arts circles among the four major schools. However, these veterans are not the backbone of the schools. Old qualifications do not mean strong strength, otherwise they will not be recognized.
Sent to take charge of these matters.
Therefore, these old guys, who all looked to be over fifty years old, treated Zhou Lie with great respect and caution.
Tomorrow morning, after the top eight qualifying rounds are over, the Guangdong Martial Arts Tournament will come to a successful conclusion. At the end of the Martial Arts Tournament, there will be a "power reduction" conference for martial arts schools in various places. This involves a wide range of things. Although martial arts in various places
The museum may have anticipated and prepared for it, but the meeting may not be peaceful. As the person in charge of this conference, Zhou Lie needs to further understand the situation carefully.
Melissa was sitting in the corner looking bored, but she actually remembered some details in her ears.
The Djinn Army accepts funding from the Geely Empire, and naturally has to pay a certain price. The Prime Minister, under the banner of "introducing outstanding young people to interact with each other to promote the friendship between the two countries," actually wants to put a nail in the Djinnmen's direct family.
, Zhou Lie and Melissa both understand this.
Suddenly, the door to the VIP lounge was pushed open, and a strong man wearing a giant spirit uniform walked into the room, came to Zhou Lie's side, leaned over and said a few words in his ear.
Suddenly, Zhou Lie narrowed his eyes slightly.
Everyone else in the room suddenly realized what seemed to be happening, and they all fell silent.
"Tianhai Mansion Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall, where are the owners Weng Xiaolin and True Master Zhao Qi now?"
Zhou Lie raised his head and asked the people on the martial arts competition committee.
Several people were suddenly shocked. Did Xiaolin Martial Arts School commit something?
"Master, please wait a moment. We have been paying attention to the whereabouts of martial arts forces from various places that have entered Guangdong Province, especially the owners of various martial arts schools. We will know with just a little research."
Several people from the main committee hurriedly told Zhou Lie that they immediately sent people to check the news and got a reply soon.
"Weng Xiaolin is currently a guest at the Taihe Tiger-shaped Boxing Martial Arts School, and other tiger-shaped boxing schools in Guangdong seem to be also there. As for Zhao Qi, he went out today and was not with Weng Xiaolin. It is not clear where he went specifically."
The person in charge of the main committee said to Zhou Lie.
"How strong is Weng Xiaolin?"
Zhou Lie asked.
"This person once reached the realm of internal training when he was young, but it was just ordinary internal training. Later, he was seriously injured, and there are still hidden injuries on his lungs. In addition, he is old and cannot easily get lucky. He has not made a move for many years, and his strength
At most, it is at the peak of ordinary horizontal training."
The person in charge thought about it and said.
"I will send people to follow you and rush to the Taihe Tiger-shaped Boxing Martial Arts School as quickly as possible to capture this person. It is best if he is alive."
Zhou Lie said calmly.
Hearing this, everyone present was heartbroken. The person in charge of the presiding committee asked cautiously: "Master, I dare to ask, what did Weng Xiaolin commit?"
"Didn't you hear what I said? Just do things well. There are other things you shouldn't know. You don't need to know."
Zhou Lie glanced at him and said.
"Yes, we understand."
Several members of the presiding committee felt cold in their hearts and immediately confessed and left the house.
"Using the channels of the military department, I want to know where Zhao Qi is right away. In addition, I will dispatch twenty sergeants to wait for orders, and also have the top five ten soldiers come to see me."
Zhou Lie turned his head and said to the sergeant who reported the news.
"yes!"
The sergeant looked serious and immediately left the VIP lounge.
"What? What happened? Such a big battle?"
Melissa stretched out, showing off her extremely graceful curves, and asked casually.
"Do you want to trick me? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you know about this matter. It has something to do with you."
"Do you know about the Doumu Soul Needle?"
Zhou Lie glanced at her and said.
"Tiannan Su Clan? How could I not know? When Xu Qingyuan extinguished the smoke, Tiannan Su Clan made great efforts. One of my uncles died under the Su Clan's Doumu Yuanhun Needle. However, Tiannan
The Su family was wiped out by you back then. For this matter, we dispatched three knights to help you."
Melissa narrowed her eyes slightly.
"At that time, someone from the Su family still escaped. I just got the latest news from the military department. The first true disciple of Xiaolin Martial Arts School, Zhang Hongyun, the then captain of the 2nd Lingwu Pioneer of the 3rd Army, was a remnant of the Su family. Yu San
He resisted arrest in the Linchuan military camp and has already escaped. Now the military department has ordered the arrest of everyone related to this person. Weng Xiaolin and Zhao Qi have come to participate in the martial arts meeting, so this task falls on me."
"I suspect that because Zhao Qi behaved so abnormally, he may have secretly passed on the Doumu Soul Needle, but he hid it very well and did not reveal any clues."
Zhou Lie said.
"Doumu Soul Needle? That's quite possible."
Melissa pondered.
Soon, while the two were talking, the sergeant returned to the VIP lounge and whispered a few words in Zhou Lie's ear.
"Let's go and see this Zhao Qi. I had wanted to summon him to see me for a long time, but there was no chance. Now I can meet him."
Zhou Lie stood up and said calmly.
"What do you want when you see him? Kill him?"
Melissa asked with an interesting look.
"If he is willing to give the Doumu Soul Needle conscientiously and is willing to sacrifice his life for me, I can save his life. Otherwise, I will lose my limbs and bring him back to talk about it."
Zhou Lie said calmly.
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Taihe Tiger Shape Boxing Martial Arts School.
The owners of the Eight Tiger-Shaped Boxing Martial Arts Schools had a pleasant chat over tea. During the conversation, Weng Xiaolin was mentioned all the time. After all, Zhao Xuanqi was so popular in this martial arts competition.
During the conversation, a disciple suddenly walked into the tea room and whispered a few words in the ear of Xu Guitang, the master of Taihe Tiger Boxing Gym. Xu Guitang frowned slightly, then confessed to everyone and walked out of the tea room.
Everyone didn't take it seriously. After all, as a museum owner, you can't have a leisurely time every day.
Not long after, Xu Guitang returned to the tea room and said to everyone: "Everyone, please move to the dining room. What's the point of drinking tea? Let's talk about it while drinking."
No one objected to it. At a military gathering, there was tea but no wine.
The group of people walked out of the tea room chatting and laughing and came to the dining room. The door of the dining room was ajar, leaving a slight gap.
Xu Guitang walked behind the crowd and looked at Weng Xiaolin's back, his face uncertain. Finally, a stern look flashed in his eyes.
brush!!
He suddenly stepped forward and hit Weng Xiaolin on the back with a tiger palm.
Xu Guitang is in the realm of internal training. Although he is old, he does not have old injuries like Weng Xiaolin, so this blow is very fierce.
Bang!!
A palm hit Weng Xiaolin's right shoulder, and the strong impact caused the unprepared Weng Xiaolin's entire body to fly out and hit the dining room door, which was ajar.
The door was knocked open and Weng Xiaolin's body fell into the hall.
"Master Xu?!"
Several other hall owners immediately turned around in horror and looked in the direction of Xu Guitang. Xu Guitang looked gloomy and stared straight into the hall.
Everyone seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong. They immediately turned around and saw a dozen giant spirit sergeants holding sharp-edged firearms in the hall. Several members of the presiding committee and several masters from the four major schools surrounded the fallen Weng Xiaolin in the hall.
Seeing this formation, everyone couldn't help but their hearts were beating wildly.
What happened?
Blood spilled from the corner of Weng Xiaolin's mouth, his mind went blank for a moment, and he soon realized what had happened.
"Master Weng, you and I have no enmity in the past and have no enmity in recent times. The only reason is that you have accepted a good apprentice, Zhang Hongyun, the successor of Tiannan Su Clan's Doumu Yuanhun Needle. Tsk, tsk, if you are sensible, please cooperate and accompany us obediently.
Let’s take a trip.”
The person in charge of the main committee said calmly.
Weng Xiaolin was shocked.
Zhang Hongyun...the descendant of the Su family in Tiannan...
Decades of life experience made him understand one thing instantly.
If you can't be caught, everything will be over if you are caught.
He gritted his teeth suddenly and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
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On the other side is the Academic Affairs Office and Dean's Office of the Faculty of Arts of Guangdong University.
"Then everything will be troublesome to the dean."
Zhao Xuanqi said to the energetic, white-haired old man in front of him, took out an envelope from his arms, put it on the table, and moved it in front of the old dean.
"Mr. Zhao, I approved your sister's admission application because of her own knowledge and ability. It has nothing to do with anything else. There is a lot of filth in this world, but I think that no filth should enter the campus, because this is China and the nation.
I hope that this place should remain as pure as it should be, so please take this back."
The old dean frowned and pushed the envelope back in front of Zhao Xuanqi.
"You misunderstood. The development of the school requires the attention of the society. I am just trying my best to give the students two more books and the teachers more meals."
Zhao Xuanqi smiled and pushed the envelope back again.
"Thank you Mr. Zhao for your kindness, but I don't expect your kindness to appear at this time."
The old dean shook his head again and refused to accept it no matter what he said. In the end, Zhao Xuanqi had no choice but to take back the envelope, still somewhat admiring the old dean.
There are not many such upright people in this world anymore.
Well, maybe, or maybe he just didn't see much.
Anyway, it will be the same if you donate it in other names in the future. It seems that such a good dean should donate more.
After Zhao Xuanqi said goodbye to the old dean, he got up and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office Building of the College of Liberal Arts.
The building seemed a bit empty, with no students visible.
Until we came to the lobby on the first floor, we didn't see any students.
There seemed to be quite a lot of students when I first came here?
Zhao Xuanqi frowned slightly, as if he noticed something was wrong.
There seemed to be a solemn atmosphere spreading in the air.
Zhao Xuanqi moved to the window and looked out the window. He saw a sergeant in a giant spirit uniform outside the Academic Affairs Office building, surrounding the entire Academic Affairs Office building.
It seemed that something extraordinary had happened.
"Zhao Qi? Your master is already in our hands. Come down and have a talk."
At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from the hall on the first floor of the Academic Affairs Office.