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Gong Baosen, Commissioner Xiong, Mr. Fu, President Li, Huang Yiping, President Dai of Guangzhou Jingwu Association, President Luo of Guangxi Jingwu Association...

Lin Yue sat in the front row, Gong Baosen was on the left, and Mr. Fu was on the right. In the words of the 21st century, he was also a C debut.

Boom!

A flash of light and a puff of smoke burst from the old camera.

There was a burst of applause from the side, and Master Liang, Master Liao, Chao Teng and others all looked honored.

After taking pictures, Commissioner Xiong, Mr. Fu and others went to the seats below, and Gong Baosen went to sit behind the wooden table in the inner hall.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and newcomers replace old ones. I didn't expect that the old buddies in the south would choose such a young junior to take my hand."

Standing in front of the wooden case, Lin Yue tilted his head slightly, and saw a handsome face with a bit of heroism in the window lattice at the right rear.

Gong Er was watching from outside.

"Mr. Lin, today is my last battle. We don't compete in martial arts, but in thinking, how about it?"

Lin Yue said: "I am a guest from afar, and you are a senior. Today's affairs are up to you."

Gong Baosen got up from the chair, walked to the front of the wooden case, picked up a piece of pastry on the plate and held it in his hands.

"In that year, the Chinese Warrior Association was established. A man came from the south, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and asked my senior brother Li Cunyi to break it. My senior brother Li Cunyi didn't speak, and made him the first president of the Chinese Warrior Association. , that person is not relying on martial arts, but a word."

"Fist has north and south, but does the state have north and south?" Gong Baosen glanced at Lin Yue: "This person's surname is Ye, and his name is Ye Yunbiao, and he comes from Foshan. After twenty-five years, I came here, hoping that there is someone who can Break this piece of cake in my hand."

Stretching his arms slowly, the cake arrived in front of Lin Yue: "Mr. Lin, please."

is better than thought.

It's martial arts.

It is also a rebuke to Foshan... no, or to the southern martial arts circle.

Lin Yue knew very well the thoughts of Gong Baosen, President Li, President Dai of the Guangzhou Jingwu Association, President Xie of the Shanghai Jingwu Association, Mr. Fu, and even Huo Dongge, the son of Huo Daxia, and others.

Now that the Japanese are occupying the Northeast, they are looking at the Central Plains, and their wolfish ambitions can be said to be obvious. People of insight in the north are constantly running around, calling on the people to unite and fight against foreign aggression. Many people even paid their lives for this.

But looking back at the south, many people still live in a stable and peaceful life, with no sense of crisis at all. To put it bluntly, it looks like "a businesswoman who doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, but still sings flowers in the backyard across the river". In order to change the status quo and let more people understand the truth of dying lips and teeth, planned by Gong Baosen, led by President Xi, and promised by President Li, he came to Foshan to hold a second retirement ceremony. A rising star with a sense of justice and responsibility came to take over Gong Baosen's class, and started the process of spreading South Fist from North to North as soon as possible.

Just like the conversation between Gong Baosen and Ding Lianshan (pseudonym, real name Li Cunyi) in the backyard, Ding Lianshan hinted that Gong Baosen acted too hastily, and Gong Baosen argued that he was just making way for newcomers, and the rest would be done by those younger generations.

Lin Yue hated others arranging his own destiny, but considering the main task: achieving the name of the master and the side task: completing the second palace, he needs to get close to Gong Baosen and gain favor, so let's do it. And after all, Gong Baosen is also for the purpose of resisting Japan and saving the nation, and his starting point is good.

But it is a pity that the Japanese started earlier than they thought. Before the prelude to the spread of fists from south to north, the sound of cannons from Lugou Bridge rang.

The candlelight was dim, impurities burst in the flames, and there was a faint burnt smell in the air.

Everyone was silent, quietly watching the old and the young standing in front of the wooden table.

President Li and Mr. Fu frowned, because there was no such thing in the script. It was agreed to give Lin Yue his reputation, help the newcomer to the top, and then promote the southern boxers to transfer their skills to the north, and practice the practice of resisting Japan and saving the nation. Now it is good. Gong Baosen raised the tone so high all of a sudden, how could Lin Yue answer it?

In the martial arts competition, judging from Lin Yue's performance, there is a 60% to 70% chance of winning if there is no 80% chance. If you talk about ideas, he is a young man under thirty years old, and the road he walks is not as salty as Gong Baosen. Deliberately dismantling it?

Third Sister, Mr. Rui, Brother Yong, and Uncle Deng all looked even uglier. They thought that Lin Yue would be able to pass the final test smoothly after they imparted their experience, but it turned out that the old man didn't compete in martial arts at the last moment, but in thinking, which was embarrassing.

Moreover, to the dismay of Master Liang of Qinglong Martial Arts Hall, Chao Teng of Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts Hall and others, this Gong Baosen looked like a respected old man, but he actually put a lot of thought into this matter.

Yesterday, Lin Yue defeated Ma San. The key to keeping his opponent down was the incomprehensible incoordination, like having two brains controlling his hands and feet. Ordinary people couldn't learn it at all.

Now that Gong Baosen stretched out one hand and put the other behind his back, Lin Yue naturally couldn't meet the enemy with both hands, which broke his biggest reliance in terms of rules.

"He lost." In the corridor, Uncle Jiang stuffed a nut to the monkey standing on his shoulder: "He lost because he was too arrogant to let the old man do the trick. No matter how wrong Ma San is, he is still from the Gong family. The old man can teach you a lesson, but outsiders can't. Miss, don't worry, the worries of the old man's friends will not come true. "

Gong Er picked up the window lattice and looked at the sharp-edged profile on the other side of the glass: "Uncle Jiang, do you still remember what Dad told the youngest this morning?"

"Second miss, you mean to investigate what this kid did after he came to Foshan?"

"Look at the people in this room, they are all in long coats and jackets, but he is the only one in a Chinese tunic suit."

"Second Miss, the comparison now is about ideas, not clothes."

"How does the youngest describe Endeavor Hall?"

Lao Jiang thought for a while and said, "Teach martial arts in the morning, and practice essays in the afternoon."

Gong Er stopped talking and stared at the window because Lin Yue stretched out his right hand.

In the movie, Ye Wen probed his hand three times, and finally broke Gong Baosen's momentum with the listening bridge.

Lin Yue only shot once.

When the fingertip touched the edge of the cake, Gong Baosen's wrist sank, and the index finger wiped across at an extremely tricky angle, picking up the sesame seeds on the top of the cake, and piercing the opposite arm.

Gong Baosen pressed down his palm and raised his wrist, ready to shake off the index finger.

Unexpectedly, the four fingers that were close together in front of him, pressed down with their ring finger and little finger, and poked hard at his wrist. The tiger's mouth suddenly went numb, and he could only watch Lin Yue's right index finger and middle finger cut off the middle of his arm.

As soon as the qi was blown, the stinging pain hit, the five fingers in front were loosened, and the cake fell downwards.

At this moment, Lin Yue drew back and moved his palms down. The pastry fell into the gap between his middle finger and index finger, and he held it in front of his eyes.

"clever."

"sharp!"

The people outside the hall gasped. It can be said that the old man of the Gong family had tried his best to win the game. He set up restrictions everywhere from the rules of the game to the content of the game to make things difficult for Lin Yue. Lin Yue's hand.

Everyone only knows that his hands and feet can operate incoordination, but they never thought that this incoordination can be as fine as fingers.

"Old man, the cake is mine." Lin Yue said with a smile.

Now that the pastry is in his hands, the two of them will be judged on their level of skill. As for breaking the pastry with one hand, is it a problem for the Hall Master of Fenjin who can "dance" with his fingertips? Of course not.

But Lin Yue didn't break the cake, but put it back on the plate, and turned to look at Gong Baosen.

Although the cake is won, the competition is not over yet, the key is whether the idea can surpass the opponent.