Ghost Valley descendants in the city

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The scene on the curtain wall starts with Zhong Yiming defeating Danny and Baker with one move and ends with Peter escaping and Zhong Yiming finishing the four grenades.

Found micro cameras, sneak attacks, dropped bombs, that is, this video includes most of the despicable behaviors of Peter and the other five.

"Very good."

"Publish this video tomorrow and see what else they have to say."

"Xiang Yang, you are very good." Xiang Zhantian nodded in approval.

"Yi Ming asked me to do this. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have thought of this." Xiang Yang lowered his head in shame and answered truthfully.

When Xiang Yang got this camera before, Zhong Yiming winked at him, and Xiang Yang was not a clumsy person and understood his thoughts immediately.

"Whether there are reporters coming tomorrow or not, we will publish this video so that everyone can see clearly the ugly faces of these people." Zhong Yiming said with a smile.

Everyone on the field showed a look of joy, Xiang Zhantian also breathed a sigh of relief, and then Yang Shengtian said: "Be brave and resourceful! Yiming, with you here, it will be difficult for Chinese martial arts to become strong.

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"Ha ha……"

Everyone in the auditorium laughed happily. As a member of the traditional Chinese martial arts community, no one wants to see this treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years gradually disappear.

Zhong Yiming paused, "There will be a world-class traditional martial arts competition in the United States in a few days. Minister Zhao of the Ministry of Sports asked me to lead the team there."

"This is a good thing."

"Kick his bitch hard."

"It's up to you, we are all relieved."

Looking at their relieved faces, Zhong Yiming felt warm in his heart, "Actually, what I want is that each of your factions can pick a few people to go with me."

"Is this okay?" The Xingyi Sect Master looked excited.

You know, the World Traditional Martial Arts Competition is what every martial arts practitioner dreams of participating in, just like athletes want to participate in the Olympic Games.

Participating in such a large-scale competition does not matter whether you can get a ranking, but you can see traditional martial arts and fighting techniques from all over the world up close. This is experience and experience that no amount of money can buy.

Zhong Yiming smiled and said, "Of course, Minister Zhao gave me the right to choose team members."

"That's great!" The master of the Tongjiquan Sect looked excited, "Yi Ming, it would be more appropriate for you and us to send a few people each."

Zhong Yiming glanced at everyone in Longkong and thought for a moment, "Three, there is no point in having too many people."

"Well, I will definitely do it myself when the time comes." The master of the Tongjiquan sect laughed heartily.

Zhong Yiming nodded and said with a smile: "Everyone, if there is nothing particularly important in the family during this period, it is best to go there in person."

"Yes, we can't let go of such a precious opportunity." Xiang Zhantian said, "Hong Tao, when the time comes, you can just leave the family affairs to me."

"Yes, uncle!" Xiang Hongtao nodded in agreement. In fact, even if Xiang Zhantian didn't, he would still ask to go.

Everyone agreed, "Then we will go back early tomorrow morning to arrange things in the clan, and then we will follow Brother Yiming."

"..."

The next day.

Sure enough, Xiang Hongtao speculated that it was generally less than seven in the morning. A large group of reporters were blocked at the door of this luxury mansion. The people of the Xiang family were not panic. They were very polite to invite all reporters to the auditorium.

At the eight o'clock, Zhong Yiming came to the auditorium with Xiaotong Tong and Xiang Hongtao and others. When he saw the positive master appear, a reporter carrying a long gun and short guns went up, surrounded Xiang Hongtao and others in the middle.

Then, then

"Xiangmen, how can you lose to a foreign amateur martial arts enthusiast?"

"Do you feel embarrassed to the Chinese?"

"Among them, do you have other hidden feelings?"

"..."

All reporters set the topic around the comparison test yesterday. Everyone says me, what is the same as me.

"Don't worry, all of them are sitting down no matter what the questions come one by one, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." Standing on the side, bell in the white SE Tai Chi uniform frowned.

"Zhong Yiming?" Some reporters said uncertainty.

This reporter's words attracted everyone's attention, and then all reporters suddenly moved.

"Mr. Zhong Yiming, did you also attend this time?"

"Mr. Zhong Yiming, what do you think of the competition yesterday?"

"If you are right with the friend, can you defeat him?"

Zhong Yiming became famous in the gymnasium and Beiyong Liuyun, so everyone's attention also moved from Xiang Hongtao to him.

Zhong Yiming pressed down, "Everyone sat down, and then your questions will answer you one by one."

In desperation, all reporters sat down. A table was added in front of the auditorium, and a computer was placed on it.

"I have a video information here, presumably everyone will be interested." After, Zhong Yiming pressed the playback button.

One hour later, all reporters returned at a full load, and Zhong Yiming and others also looked forward to the response of the people next.

After a while with Xiang Hongtao, Zhong Yiming resigned. Before leaving, Father Xiang Zhantian also gave herself who took decades of his next Ho Tian Yu for decades.

Both Xiang Yang and Zhang Yi stayed at home and did not go with him, so Zhong Yiming was destined to be lonely along the way.

"Master, when do you teach me to work hard?" Xiaotong Tong sat honestly on the co -driver, turned his head and asked.

Zhong Yiming grinned and smiled, "Tongchen, which kind of martial arts do you prefer? Bayi Boxing?"

"I like any one." Xiaotong pupil answers.

Zhong Yiming touched his head and touched his head.

Xiaotong's constitution is very good, it is very suitable for training martial arts, and the heart is tough. All Zhong Yiming intends to use him as a heir to cultivate. That is, the small pupil will be the seventy -twenty -generation descendant of Guigu in the future.

After returning to Beijing, it was already more than 3 pm. Because Chen Ruxue was in class, Zhong Yiming returned to the dormitory with Xiaotong.

In the dormitory, Zhang Siqiang sat on the ground to play cards. When he saw Zhong Yiming holding a child back, they all stunned.

"Oh, my cao, take a son back a son?"

Zhang Siqiang threw the card on the ground and ran over, pinched the face of the little pupil, "called Uncle Qiang."

"Fuck you, he is my apprentice." Zhong Yiming scolded with a smile.

The few of them chatted for a while, and then Wang Yu called, "Yi Ming, your grandpa's 80th birthday is tomorrow, come here early."

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Yiming's face turned pale. Thinking of those so-called third aunts, fourth aunts, fifth aunts, sixth aunts, seventh uncles, and eighth uncles tomorrow, Zhong Yiming had a headache.

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