"A Li, where did you find such a master? With iron cloth shirt and eagle claw hands, even I have to deal with it carefully." Huang Feihong sat on Jiang Li's left hand and looked at Yan Zhendong who had just entered the ring bravely.
, said in surprise.
With his knowledge, how could he not see that this Master Yan has cultivated both internally and externally, and has reached a relatively high level, making him a real master.
"This is the master I was talking about, what do you think?" Jiang Li looked at him and smiled.
"It's really good. He's a master." Ye Wen also sighed.
"Iron cloth shirt is easy to learn but difficult to master. It also requires special medicine and liquid. Master Yan's ability to practice it to this level is unique even in the entire Central Plains." Huang Feihong said with admiration.
Nowadays, few people in the Central Plains have mastered the iron shirt and golden bell. The reason is that the process of practicing is too painful and not many people can endure it.
Practicing internal martial arts is hard enough, but external martial arts such as Tiebushan are much more difficult than internal martial arts. There are very few people who can persevere.
"It seems that Foshan Wuguan Street is about to welcome a real master again." Ye Wen said with a smile.
Although there are hundreds of martial arts schools in Foshan's martial arts street today, each martial arts gym is row upon row, each one more prestigious than the other, but there are only a few martial arts schools with real talents and practical knowledge that can be noticed by Ye Wen, and most of them are
He is also a descendant of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, like Wang Lun.
Yan Zhendong's kung fu is much better than Wang Lun's. Foshan Martial Arts Street finally has a martial arts master who can handle it.
"Drink...the battle between eagles and snakes...the nighthawk turns back...the goshawk presses its claws...the female eagle digs for food...the strange eagle sucks the blood...the evil eagle rips out the heart."
Suddenly, there were loud roars from the ring, and Yan Zhendong's figure suddenly rushed towards Miura Ichiro. A pair of iron claws scratched Miura Ichiro's body everywhere, and finally hit Miura Ichiro's chest, knocking him down.
into the arena.
"good."
At this moment, around the arena, no matter which martial arts school disciples or the people watching the show, they all cheered enthusiastically.
Everyone looked at Yan Zhendong on the stage and gave their loudest cheers.
"Pa bang bang..." Jiang Li, Huang Feihong and others stood up and applauded him as well.
His eyes swept across the crowd below, and Yan Zhendong finally showed a smile on his dark face, showing his white teeth, feeling extremely satisfied.
He knew that from today on, he was able to gain a foothold in Foshan, and because he defeated Ichiro Miura, a foreigner who had brought great shame to Foshan, his reputation was almost as high as that of Huang Feihong. Now, even if he does not rely on Jiang
Li, he can also carry forward the Yan Family Boxing.
However, thinking of this, Yan Zhendong glanced at Jiang Li with a faint smile on his face, and suddenly shuddered in his heart.
He watched Jiang Li's methods bit by bit. With his weird kung fu and his ruthless style, Yan Zhendong had no doubt that if he dared to be disobedient, the other party would immediately take action.
Erase yourself from the world. After all, you know too many things.
Ji Shan, Jiang Shimin's family, and the Shahe Gang, those who had grudges against Jiang Li, are all in hell now.
Yan Zhendong shook his head and suppressed the thought of leaving Jiang Li in his mind, not daring to think about it again.
"Stream Master." Below the ring, people from the Ishikawa Dojo rushed to Ichiro Miura's side and found that this arrogant Japanese master was covered with claw marks and his white clothes were in tatters.
His hands were cut into strips of cloth. At this time, he was still vomiting blood from his mouth and had already passed out.
"Here, is this really a case of water leakage?" All the Japanese looked at each other, feeling that the facts might be somewhat different from what they and others thought. Miura Ichiro's miserable appearance did not look like it was caused by water leakage at all.
In fact, it cannot be said about Miura Ichiro Taina, but his opponent, who is dedicated to defeating him.
His karate moves were fierce and merciless, and they would kill or injure ordinary people. But Yan Zhendong was different. Dacheng's iron cloth shirt made his body feel like a diamond. Miura Ichiro hit him.
, Yan Zhendong was fine, but he was in severe pain, which made him feel extremely depressed.
This battle was actually doomed from the beginning.
After the war, Yan's Martial Arts School was officially opened, and there was an endless stream of disciples who came to be apprentices. In just a few days, Yan Zhendong accepted dozens of apprentices to learn boxing. Such a grand scene made other martial arts masters just
I can be jealous, but I don't dare to do dirty tricks.
Yan Zhendong is now well-known in Foshan, and Jiang Li is backing him. Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this time is simply seeking death.
Jiang Mansion.
In the yard, a figure was flipping over and over on the wooden piles in the mud, sometimes like a crane spreading its wings, sometimes like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. Following his movements, dull sounds echoed one after another in the yard.
"Huh..." Jiang Li jumped down from the wooden stake, breathed out slowly, took the towel handed over by Ah Fu, and wiped his sweat.
Practicing boxing on plum blossom piles places high demands on the martial artist's lower body, but the training effect is better this way. After this boxing session, Jiang Li's whole body felt comfortable.
"Master, there is a Japanese guy outside who wants to see you. He has been waiting in the front hall for a while," Ah Fu said.
"Japanese?" Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, threw the towel to Ah Fu, and walked over wearing a training suit.
"It turns out to be Mr. Miura. I don't know what you are doing with me." When he came to the front hall, a familiar figure appeared in Jiang Li's eyes. Isn't it Ichiro Miura who lost to Yan Zhendong in the ring a few days ago?
Jiang Li glanced at him and came to sit down in the hall. Someone next to him offered tea.
"President Jiang, China is known as a land of etiquette. This is not the way to treat guests." Ichiro Miura looked at Jiang Li and said in a deep voice.
At this time, his injuries were much better, but his face still looked a little pale.
"Heh..." Jiang Li took a sip of tea, shook his head and chuckled, "Mr. Miura, I'm very busy, and I don't have much time to talk to you about such useless things. Just tell me if you have anything to do."
As a Japanese, Jiang Li showed great respect to him by not having anyone kick him out. He also wants me to talk to you politely. It's not dark yet.
Miura Ichiro's chest rose and fell, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to keep his voice calm.
"President Jiang, I want to talk to you about something more private. Can you..."
Jiang Li looked up at him and waved to the servants in the hall to let them out.
"Tell me." Jiang Li sat on the chair, tapping his right hand lightly on the table, his eyes flat.
"President Jiang, I know that the Sihai Chamber of Commerce is huge and powerful, so I want to cooperate with you and use the docks of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce to transport goods. Don't worry, I will definitely give President Jiang a high price and will not let you
Disappointed." Miura Ichiro said in a deep voice with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Wharf?" Jiang Li narrowed his eyes and took a sip of tea, "Mr. Miura has found the wrong person, right? If you want a pier, you should negotiate with the government. Why are you looking for me? In addition, don't you Japanese have your own concession?
?”
"President Jiang, the Sihai Chamber of Commerce has acquired a large number of docks along the rivers and coasts these days. The rest are either shallow water with inconvenient transportation, or some sparsely populated places, which are not conducive to our business. Therefore, I want President Jiang to
Open the door to convenience, give us some docks, and work together to make money." Miura Ichiro said solemnly.
"What are you going to use the dock to transport?" Jiang Li looked at him and asked calmly.
"It's not convenient to disclose this." Miura Ichiro's eyes shrank and he shook his head in refusal.
"Then, forgive me for not being able to help, Mr. Miura, please." Jiang Li stood up, stretched out his hand to Miura Ichiro, turned around and walked inside.
"Slow..." Ichiro Miura raised his hand and looked at Jiang Li with a gloomy look, "President Jiang, what does the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce rely on to make all the difference in Guangdong? You don't know, right? Our Empire of Japan may not have the words of the United States and Britain.
Although you have high authority, I believe that your government would not dare to disobey you."
"President Jiang, you are a businessman, can't you just make money? Knowing too much can kill people."
"Oh?" Jiang Li turned around and looked at Miura Ichiro condescendingly with a calm expression.
"Mr. Miura, do you know that there are some things you shouldn't say randomly?"