Five hundred and fortieth chapters change too fast
"Boy, huh, my master is here and you are dead."
"It's not too late to beg for mercy now."
When those guys saw the reinforcements coming, they immediately returned to their previous arrogance and pride.
He Zhenzhong has always ignored this kind of people. He was beaten just like his grandson. When this Korean came, he immediately became arrogant again. What is it if he is not a bitch? Moreover, this kind of person is no different from the previous traitors.
He bullies his own people in the same way, and when he sees the Japanese, he behaves too lordly and too lordly.
The middle-aged man's face became a little serious. He looked at He Zhenzhong and said, "Little brother, thank you for your help. You'd better leave quickly."
"What?" He Zhenzhong stared at the middle-aged man in confusion.
"I fought against that guy, and I lost." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"Oh?" He Zhenzhong looked a little sideways, thought for a while, and then said: "That's because my boxing skills are incomplete, right? Also, you can't hit hard, so..."
The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at He Zhenzhong, with an excited look on his face. "How do you know that my boxing technique is incomplete? Have you ever seen the complete Mizong Boxing?"
He Zhenzhong nodded. He had already redeemed it in the system, so he knew it.
"Great, great, little brother, can you take me to see that expert?" The middle-aged man reached out excitedly and grabbed He Zhenzhong's arm, "There was a war and our boxing records were lost.
, only one-third of it has been handed down now."
He Zhenzhong nodded and said: "It's better to solve the immediate trouble first."
Deng Deng Deng.
The sound of dense footsteps came.
The crowd watching the excitement had automatically moved out of the way.
"Master, you are finally here."
"You must avenge us."
"Let them see the power of our Taekwondo."
Those guys immediately gathered around him, enthusiastically surrounding one of the Koreans, like stars circling the moon.
What else can He Zhenzhong say? A Korean stickman is so popular among the Chinese people. He looks so arrogant and arrogant, as if he is superior to others. However, those guys don't feel that they are cheap. The flattering smiles on their faces make them want to go.
It's the same as kneeling down and licking. Look at the middle-aged men practicing martial arts next to you. The treatment and the difference are simply worlds apart.
He Zhenzhong was wondering whether he should find the system to redeem more martial arts and rebuild the Jingwu Sect. The spirit of the Jingwu Sect is very necessary for the current Chinese people. Moreover, practicing martial arts is also good for physical fitness.
It will definitely be of great help. If it can be promoted, the physical fitness of new recruits will definitely be great if they join the army in the future.
"Hmph, you are a bunch of idiots. Even the Kungfu of a three-legged cat can beat you like this."
"Get aside and let us see who is so capable."
Although the guy was pushed aside by several Koreans and even almost fell down, the smile on his face remained unabated.
Deng Deng.
The leading man had a calm face, folded his arms in front of his chest, and exuded the aura of a master, and walked over slowly and unhurriedly.
However, when he saw He Zhenzhong, Jin Taiyong's eyes suddenly widened, and then he loosened his hands and placed them on his eyes, rubbing them vigorously and blinking continuously.
Immediately, several Korean stickmen around him showed doubts on their faces. What is this?
The guys at the back also looked at each other, wondering what was going on?
"Master, it's really you." A broken Chinese voice sounded. Jin Taiyong's face was full of excitement, and his body was shaking slightly. In this way, there was no trace of the expert demeanor he had before.
In an instant, the scene became quiet and you could hear a pin drop. This change must have been too fast.
"Give me a slap." A stick with a dull face said to his companion next to him.
Snapped.
A crisp slap sounded.
Five red finger prints instantly appeared on the guy's face, but he didn't feel any pain. He just stared straight ahead. He was not dreaming. Their master, a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, really called a Chinese man master.
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The guys at the back also had their eyes wide open and their mouths opened wide, as if they could fit a fist in. The person they had always despised was actually their master’s master? If you think about it this way, wouldn’t that guy be them?
The master? This.
The onlookers suddenly became excited. They felt uncomfortable when a Korean guy was so arrogant. Now seeing this scene, they were naturally enlightened and felt great.
He Zhenzhong also remembered, wasn't the guy in front of him the same guy at the China-US-ROK trilateral affairs exchange meeting? He didn't expect that he actually came to China.
"I haven't taken you as my apprentice yet, so don't scream."
Hearing this, those Korean guys had the urge to vomit blood. Their country's grand master called this guy master, but this guy wasn't happy? They felt like they were dreaming, it was so unreal.
"Then, why did you accept me as your disciple?" Jin Taiyong was also a little anxious. He looked at He Zhenzhong and said bitterly: "I have been in China for more than a year, but I have never been able to find you, master."
"The essence of my Chinese martial arts will never be passed on to others." He Zhenzhong said lightly.
Jin Taiyong nodded and said urgently: "Master, don't worry, I will apply for Chinese citizenship right away."
"Master, are you crazy? Are you going to betray our great Korea?" A stick man stepped forward and yelled at Kim Tae-yong.
"Go away." Jin Taeyong slapped the stick away. "I am half Chinese. I don't want to be a Korean anymore. If I am fake, I will have plastic surgery. I slap a big area and still look like Korea, Korea."
Yes, I’m not ashamed either.”
Everyone was dumbfounded and almost stared out of their eyes. No one expected that a Korean master with great reputation in the world of Taekwondo would say such a thing.
puff.
A Korean guy couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his mouth and spit out blood. He felt so aggrieved...