Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Fang Lang's words reminded everyone in the room of what they had seen on the news about the big fire near the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, Japan.

Xiao Lin, the guy who brought everyone here, was stunned and stammered:

"Master Fang, are you talking about the fire near the Japanese Imperial Palace?"

Fang Lang did not answer the waiter's question, but just smiled.

Instead, he grabbed Lilith's hand and comforted her.

Lilith was obviously frightened by Fang Lang's words.

Fang Lang also didn't expect that this matter would be spread as news in the United States by American reporters.

As soon as Fang Lang mentioned setting fires in Japan, everyone looked at Fang Lang with shocked expressions.

"Dear, what is the description in the news you see in the United States!"

Lilith answered Fang Lang's questions without hesitation, with a shocked expression on her face as she said:

"Didn't the news say that it was done by Japanese soldiers who opposed Japan's surrender of Tianhuang?"

Fang Lang nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, it was set by the Japanese themselves. It has nothing to do with me. The arson I mentioned has nothing to do with this place."

Hearing Fang Lang's words, Lilith glared at Fang Lang, not understanding what was going on.

She has also experienced war, but she is not as powerful as the Virgin Mother to think that Fang Lang should not do what he did.

Everyone else in the room had a look on their faces that said, "I don't believe it."

Li Yunze was very surprised. He did not expect that the young man in front of him was actually a colonel.

He also participated in the Pacific War, although he denied having anything to do with it in front of his woman.

But Li Yunze was sure that the young man in front of him did this.

"Mr. Fang, if the Japanese want to attack the people around you, I will make the final decision.

Starting today, let my two daughters stay with your lover to protect his safety."

Fang Lang didn't expect Li Yunze to be so straightforward. He thought for a while and shook his head:

"Mr. Li, don't worry. I came here today mainly because I heard that you are a real practitioner.

As I said just now, I am a soldier myself and I am very interested in fighting skills.

So, I wanted to come over and ask for advice. I don’t know your skills.”

Fang Lang didn't know if it was right to say some things, after all, he didn't know the rules among people in this era.

If someone is not good and others mistakenly think that he is here to challenge or compete, it will be embarrassing.

After hearing Fang Lang's words, Li Yun cupped his hands and said:

"I'm ashamed to say that Li inherited his body from his uncle Li Shuwen. He mainly practiced Bajiquan and Daqiang.

I don’t dare to say that it is all true, but I still have seven or eight points of skill.”

The name Li Shuwen sounds very familiar to Fang Lang, although he is not sure how powerful he is.

However, I thought that the name that could make an impression on me should also be a big person whose name had been left in history. The other party reported this name directly.

At least it means that this person has a very high status and status in the martial arts world.

I don’t know this person’s name, but Fang Lang knows Bajiquan!

In my previous life, I heard that "if you don't go out in Tai Chi for ten years, you can beat someone to death in Baji for one year." Although, I have never seen it.

However, Fang Lang can also draw a conclusion from this sentence, that is, Bajiquan must have quite strong practical ability.

It's a pity that Fang Lang's soldiers are all soldiers and have only received combat training in the military. There are no real fighting masters.

Fang Lang himself learned some boxing and kicking skills from his grandfather, but he could only do Gonggongshou:

"Boy, when I was a kid, I practiced boxing and kicking with my elders for a while.

I wonder if I can ask Mr. Li to give me some advice."

Li Yunze understood that this was the intention of the other party to test him, and he was not polite, let alone asking his children to take action for him.

After all, the person in front of me is not here to kick around and cause trouble.

If you let the juniors take action, it may appear disrespectful.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Fang's family background means that he is from the same school.

In that case, how about we go to the inner room to help."

Unexpectedly, the other party wanted to go to the back room with him. Fang Lang quickly realized that this was because the other party was worried about losing face in front of his subordinates.

The other party’s family members are all here, so it’s impossible for them to do anything to me.

Fang Lang was not polite and stood up directly, waving his hands and saying:

"Please!"

After speaking, he waved his hand to indicate that everyone did not need to follow.

Li Yunze also pointed towards the room with his hands and said:

"Please!"

When I entered the room, I saw that it should be a place where patients usually lie down and rest. There is not much space and only a single bed.

The two stood opposite each other and cupped their hands with each other. Li Yun said very formally:

"Cangzhou Baguazhang, Li Yunze, please ask for advice!"

But Fang Lang doesn’t have any sect!

All we can do is imitate the other party’s example and bow our hands:

"The latecomer Fang Lang, please ask for advice!"

People say that asking for advice is polite, but Fang Lang said that asking for advice is really asking for advice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Lang noticed the powerful side of the other party. Fang Lang felt as if the other party had turned into a tiger and rushed towards him.

A warning sign suddenly occurred in Fang Lang's heart, and he instinctively dodged sideways. He felt a gust of wind brushing past his left shoulder, making the hairs on his body stand up. It was obviously quite dangerous.

Just when Fang Lang was about to congratulate himself on his quick reaction, the opponent had already turned into a sweep.

Fang Lang stretched out his arm to block, but with just a slight touch, Fang Lang felt something was wrong.

Because Fang Lang didn't feel much pain in his arm, but his whole body had been swept away and stuck to the wall, and he was holding a breath in his chest, almost suffocating himself to death.

At this moment, Fang Lang had only one feeling: Could this be internal strength?

Is there really inner strength in this world?

When Li Yun saw Fang Lang sticking to the wall, he did not attack again, but looked at Fang Lang in surprise.

Fang Lang didn't know why the other party was surprised.

After exhaling the turbid air in his chest, he regained his posture and said:

"Come again."

After saying that, regardless of the opponent's reaction, he directly stepped forward and punched the opponent's neck.

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Unfortunately, Li Yun did not dodge. He turned his body and head to one side to avoid Fang Lang's blow.

When Fang Lang was about to change his moves, he found that the opponent had already crashed into his arms.

Not seeing any movement from the other party, Fang Lang felt as if a bomb exploded in his arms, and he was forcefully swept away by the shock wave.

Pasted it again, on the wall just now.

This time, my chest no longer felt tight, but I felt like all the bones in my body were about to fall apart, and I fell directly from the wall to the ground.

It took me a while to come back to my senses.

He saw Li Yunze's hand reaching out to him, grabbed it, and was pulled up by the other party.

"Mr. Li, is this internal strength? Is there really internal strength in the world?"

Li Yunze smiled and said:

"I don't know what internal strength you are talking about. This is a technique of exerting force.

But I haven’t mastered it yet. I remember my uncle leaning against the city wall like I just did, and the bricks on the city wall would break and fall off."

Fang Lang felt that his world view had been refreshed. The world he traveled through would not be a world of high martial arts!

"Master Li, are there many masters like you?"

Fang Lang is really nervous at this moment. If there are really many masters like this, he should consider changing his development path.

"Haha... Mr. Fang, don't be nervous. Practicing martial arts is not easy. People who are poor in culture but rich in martial arts and have no financial background have no chance to learn kung fu.

As far as I know, I can count on one hand the number of experts who can reach my uncle's level."

"What about someone with your skills?"

"I'm not very sure about this, but judging from the inheritance between our masters, there should be only thirty or forty people!"

Li Yunze's words finally made Fang Lang take a long breath.

He was afraid that this would be a world of high-level martial arts with masters everywhere and as many innate talents as dogs.

"I don't know how many levels of skills your love can have like you!"

Li Yunze thought for a while and said:

"It's hard to say what level of skill you have, but it should be no problem against two or three like you."

This is a bit heartbreaking to say! It’s not easy to answer the conversation!

Fang Lang looked embarrassed. He originally thought that since he had learned some boxing and kicking skills from his grandfather since childhood, he could kill enemies and survive on the battlefield, let alone be a master.

At least it's not too bad. I just found out today that I can't beat two little girls.

After running his brain twice at high speed, Fang Lang said:

"Master Li, I wonder if someone like me still has the opportunity to learn your kung fu?"

Li Yunze also didn't expect that Fang Lang would suddenly ask this question.

After looking Fang Lang up and down for a few times, he said:

"You should have practiced basic kung fu for a while when you were a child. It is not impossible to practice kung fu now.

However, you probably don’t have that much time to devote to practicing!”

It's rare for Fang Lang to meet a real, living martial arts master. This is every boy's dream, so how can he avoid it?

If he cannot seize this opportunity, Fang Lang will regret it to death.

"It doesn't matter. I won't tell you how far I can practice.

As long as there is still a chance to become a master like you, you can’t give up no matter what, right?

So be it! I know there are people in the United States looking for trouble for you and your family.

I believe that with my ability, I should be able to help you resolve this matter.

But after all, the United States still doesn’t have many of its own people.

I am currently immigrating to Brazil in large numbers from my hometown. By then, there will be a large number of Chinese communities and even towns in Brazil.

I wonder if you are interested in relocating to Brazil.

I dare not say anything else, but at least I can guarantee that no one will dare to discriminate against our Chinese compatriots in my territory."

Li Yun was stunned by Fang Lang's words.

"Aren't you looking for someone to protect your girlfriend?"

"There is no conflict! I think your skills are so good, you should pass on this skill.

Nowadays, with the popularity of guns and guns, fewer and fewer people are willing to calm down and practice actual combat kung fu.

I think kung fu is not only used to strengthen the body, but also to improve people's physical fitness and self-confidence.

If you are willing, I would like to set up a Bajiquan gym in Brazil and let you teach Bajiquan. Is it okay?"

Fang Lang can think of it as soon as it comes up.

It's a pity that Li Yunze showed little interest in opening a clinic abroad to recruit disciples. He shook his head and said:

"If you want to open a restaurant and accept disciples, you have to go back to your hometown.

If you go abroad to recruit disciples, wouldn't you hand over the skills of your ancestors to these foreigners?"

Fang Lang didn't expect that Mr. Li would have such traditional thoughts.

He smiled and said:

"Master Li, don't worry, we can only accept Chinese apprentices!

I have concentrated the Chinese immigrants in several places now, and when the time comes, I will also arrange your boxing gym in our Chinatown.

We Chinese are a vulnerable group overseas, so we definitely need some martial arts so that we won’t be afraid of being bullied by foreigners, right?

At the same time, it can also allow the skills of our ancestors to blossom and bear fruit among overseas Chinese."

After Fang Lang's earnest persuasion, Master Li was finally persuaded by Fang Lang to go to Brazil to open a Baji Boxing gym, and Fang Lang would become the senior brother of this boxing gym.

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