Ghost Valley descendants in the city

()013-09-13

The words of Xiang Yang and Zhang Yiyi made everyone in the audience change their expressions, but Zhong Yiming had a strange look on his face.

You know, Xiang Hongtao lost that match, and he lost to a foreigner. The most important thing is that Xiang Hongtao's identity is the leader of the Bajiquan lineage.

Therefore, if such a video spreads, you can imagine the impact it will have on the entire Chinese martial arts world.

Then everyone focused their attention on Zhong Yiming, because he was the one who discovered the camera and confiscated it, but the video data is still leaked.

Facing everyone's gaze, Zhong Yiming's expression remained unchanged and he shrugged helplessly, "I've found everything I can."

"Let's take a look at this video first." Xiang Hongtao said with a frown.

Xiang Yang then connected his laptop to the projector in the auditorium, and after turning off all the lights, a clear image was played.

This video started when two people came on the field and ended when Xiang Hongtao stepped out of bounds. In other words, this video just captured the game completely, without one more frame or one less frame.

Moreover, before the video started, the identities of the two people were introduced in detail. It said that Peter was an ordinary martial arts enthusiast, while Xiang Hongtao was the leader of the Chinese Bajiquan lineage.

"From the shooting perspective, the photographer should be on the right side of the square, where there is a rockery." After the video was played, Xiang Yang expressed his analysis.

The smile that had always been on Yang Shengtian's face disappeared, and he frowned and asked: "In other words, this video was not shot by the five of them?"

Xiang Yang nodded, "I checked the surveillance video, and it showed that a person did appear at the rockery during that time. I could only see his back, but not his face."

"In other words, there were actually six people in total, five of them were in the open, and one was hiding in the dark to take pictures." Zhang Yiyi added.

"Conspiracy!" Xiang Hongtao's face trembled, and then he slapped his hands on the table, "They want to destroy our Chinese martial arts."

Under Xiang Hongtao's palm, the huge solid wood table suddenly jumped up, which was enough to prove the anger in his heart.

Xiang Hongtao was not angry because the video had been circulated and had lost his face. He was angry because of the despicable behavior of Peter and his group.

Chinese martial arts has already reached a fragile state and cannot withstand any big storms, and this video is like a blockbuster dropped into the Chinese martial arts world.

"What's the response from the outside world?" After a moment of silence, Zhong Yiming asked this key question.

Xiang Yang then called up all the comments under the video, and there were no less than hundreds of thousands of comments of all kinds.

"The master of Bajiquan can't even beat a foreign amateur?"

"I'm going to fuck you, it's a shameful thing."

"What Chinese martial arts? It's just fitness training."

"Sadly, Chinese martial arts is completely buried in the hands of old stubborns like them."

"If they are willing to teach it, I will learn it immediately."

"Wake up, kid, people pass things down from generation to generation, not outsiders."

"..."

Looking at these comments, everyone on the field showed a look of extreme anger, even Yang Shengtian, who had always been calm and calm, was no exception.

As the person involved, Xiang Hongtao was very calm. He did not show any anger. Looking at the vicious curses, he felt endless self-blame in his heart.

Zhong Yiming sat on the chair, holding his chin with one hand, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.

"Let's all talk about how to deal with this matter." After a moment, Yang Shengtian was the first to speak.

The whole place was silent, no one spoke. Yang Shengtian glanced at them, shook his head and fell silent.

"According to me, let Brother Yiming set up a ring in the United States and challenge them all with one person." The leader of Tongbei Quan said straightforwardly and straightforwardly.

Hearing his words, everyone rolled their eyes.

"We can't take this risk. This is all that Chinese martial arts has left."

"Yes, we must keep this last thing safe."

"..."

Listening to what they said, Zhong Yiming found it quite funny. He kept saying that he would keep this thing, but what happened!

Xiang Hongtao sighed and said: "Everyone, please stop saying these useless things. I will step down as the head of the family tomorrow."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and for a while they didn't even know what to say.

"Seniors, can you let me say a few words?" Zhong Yiming said seriously.

"Of course, brother Yiming has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Brother Yiming is too polite."

"We are all our own people, so just say what you have to say."

"..."

This is a world that respects strength. Whoever has a big fist will be respected. Zhong Yiming's fist is the biggest in the hearts of everyone in the audience, so he also gets everyone's respect.

"Times are progressing and society is developing. Are you going to stick to the old rules forever? Zhong Yiming glanced at everyone in the audience.

The leader of the Tongbei Fist Sect looked puzzled: "Brother Yiming, what do you mean by this?"

"Have you ever thought about why those five foreigners today dared to barge in so arrogantly even though they knew most of the Chinese martial arts elites were gathered here?" Zhong Yiming's fingers tapped the table rhythmically.

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"They didn't have water in their brains, nor were they kicked by donkeys, but they were showing contempt, naked contempt." Zhong Yiming suddenly stood up, and his tone became extremely harsh.

"They despise us for the complete decline of Chinese martial arts. They despise us for standing still for not making progress. They despise us for guarding the treasure mountain without knowing how to use it."

Zhong Yiming glanced at everyone present with disdain, "Please tell me loudly, why did the Chinese martial arts, which has a long history and is profound and profound, decline to become what it is today?"

Some people rolled their throats a few times and wanted to refute loudly, but after seeing Zhong Yiming's sharp eyes, they lowered their heads again.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Zhong Yiming sneered again and again, "Let me tell you, it is caused by your self-importance, stubbornness, stubbornness, and lack of flexibility."

"These are the rules handed down from our ancestors, and it's not good for us to break them." The leader of the Tongbei Fist Sect began to speak.

"Practicing martial arts requires good character. Today's young people are too impetuous to endure this hardship!" Zhang Yiyi's father said.

Zhong Yiming stared at the master of Tongbei Quan and shook his head, "In the time of our ancestors, there were many martial arts sects and hundreds of schools of thought contending. It was only under the pressure of strong competition that the self-preservation of the broom appeared. But now?"

A sad look appeared on Zhong Yiming's face, "Now many martial arts schools have disappeared in the long river of history. The only thing left is what everyone here has inherited. At this time, what is the meaning of cherishing the broom?

"

"Please tell me, what's the point?" The sound of the bell rang like thunder, penetrating people's souls.

Then Zhong Yiming turned to look at Zhang Yiyi's father, "Good moral character is one of the necessary conditions for people to practice martial arts, but if you are really willing to recruit disciples, then you will be satisfied among the more than one billion people in China."

Definitely catch a lot of them."

"In the final analysis, it is your selfishness that is at work. It is not easy for every sect to pass it on to this day, so you regard it as your most beloved personal item and do not want too many people to come into contact with it."

"Sect Master Zhang, am I wrong?" Zhong Yiming's aura was as powerful as a rainbow, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Zhang Yiyi's father lowered his head, stopped talking, and did not dare to look at Zhong Yiming.

"It is because of these factors that Chinese martial arts has completely declined. If this continues in the future, the day will come soon when Chinese martial arts will be severely stepped on."

"When that time comes, what will you do in a hundred years to communicate with your ancestors who are sleeping underground?" Zhong Yiming's eyes were like torches, as if he could see through everyone's souls.

Zhong Yiming took a deep breath, then turned and walked out of the auditorium, "The fate of Chinese martial arts is in your hands. Whether it flourishes or declines depends on your thoughts."

Zhang Yiyi on the side felt a very unreal feeling when he saw Zhong Yiming's performance. The sharp-tongued and powerful man in front of him was completely different from the gangster-looking Zhong Yiming he knew.

Zhong Yiming walked to the door, then turned around and said: "The greatest prosperity must decline, and the greatest decline must flourish! Chinese martial arts has been dormant for so many years, and it is time for it to rise."

After saying this, Zhong Yiming walked out, leaving the room filled with dead silence. Zhang Yiyi hesitated again and again, and then chased him out.

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