The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

These oriental faces are especially not simple, and Tang Zheng felt a familiar aura from a few of them.

Island Samurai!

Tang Zheng has fought against the islanders too many times, and he is quite familiar with their aura, speech and behavior.

"The islanders are here again? Could it be that Ichiro Sawada recruited them? But there is no trace of Ichiro Sawada?"

He didn't know the details, so he cast his eyes on the other oriental faces. These people were like young opera singers. Many of them had put on make-up, and they had a sissy smell.

"Hey, these people must be Koryo, a small country in the east. The whole country regards plastic surgery as a beauty, but their TV dramas and variety shows have a lot of fans in China. Such a small country has come to participate in the martial arts conference. The Martial Arts Association has really made up its mind." Tang Zheng thought in his heart.

He didn't like this country that likes to steal other countries' traditional culture as its own responsibility, and he said in his heart that these Korean sticks must be severely taught in the competition.

Li Xiaotian said with a half smile but not a smile: "You are an enemy of the whole world."

"Hmph, so what? Don't look at the so-called martial arts in some countries, but when it comes to real life-and-death contests, it may not be effective. Take the Taekwondo of Bangzi Country as an example. It's purely a trick to deceive girls. You can't enter the hall of elegance." Tang Zheng said disapprovingly.

Li Xiaotian agreed: "So this time you have to ruthlessly pierce their disguise. If it weren't for my sensitive identity, I would have wanted to participate in this martial arts conference."

Many guests were invited to the stage, and the audience was also full of audiences, and there was a long row of long guns and short cannons.

Yu Zhankui, chairman of the Wushu Association, took the stage to deliver a speech, announcing some details of the martial arts conference. The martial arts conference is scheduled to hold a knockout match at the National Gymnasium tomorrow, which is the largest martial arts conference over the years.

Next came the speeches of several guest representatives. The representatives of the Western Empire bluntly pointed out that they would definitely defeat Chinese martial arts and let them see the real masters.

Such remarks immediately aroused the backlash of the people below, and there were many discussions, but the Westerners were not afraid at all, and continued to finish speaking step by step.

In fact, this is provocation, and with the previous scene at the hotel entrance, many people gritted their teeth in hatred for these Westerners.

The representatives of the island country and Korea also spoke one after another. Although the two spoke very plainly and did not have too many provocative words, the self-confidence and superior attitude revealed between the lines still made people hate it.

The great country of China was provoked by such a small country. Many people couldn't bear the humiliation. They turned to the representative of the Wuxi Association, hoping that he could give a strong counterattack.

The speech representatives of the Wuxi Association looked at their noses and noses, their noses watched their hearts, and their faces were expressionless, as if they hadn't heard it, which was chilling.

Somba, the representative of Siam Muay Thai, got up to speak. His subordinates glanced at the crowd, as if they wanted to find someone.

His Chinese language is very blunt, but he can barely understand: "I came here to fight the man in the video. He is a master. I will have a fair match with him, and I will defeat him."

After that, he turned around and walked back to his seat to sit down.

Everyone knew who he was talking about as soon as they heard it. Many people looked at Tang Zheng one after another. Tang Zheng's heart moved. Although this Songba still showed strong confidence, he sounded much more pleasing to the ear than other speakers. At least he didn't It is mixed with so many messy bosses, but a confrontation between pure pursuit of strength.

The spokesperson of the Wushu Association came to the stage, with a blank face, speaking like memorizing a manuscript, saying that the most important thing is to participate, to compete at a high level, and to learn from everyone with an open mind.

The crowd was angry. Just now, so many people pointed their noses and said that Huaxia martial arts is vulnerable and will definitely defeat the Huaxia people, but this spokesperson turned a deaf ear like a puppet, and said these nonsense like chanting scriptures.

Anyone with blood and a sense of national honor can't stand it.

Sure enough, the shoe was thrown out of the crowd and hit the spokesperson's face directly, leaving a clear shoe print.

"Get out, we don't listen to your nonsense, you're bullied by the Nima family, and you will only be fake and empty. It's really embarrassing."

"Yes, get off, get off, you can't represent Chinese martial arts."

The crowd was so excited that many people stood up, and the situation suddenly collapsed. Reporters recorded this explosive scene one after another.

The spokesperson blushed in embarrassment and was at a loss. Didn't they always speak like this before? Never had a problem, why this time?

But he didn't know that many audience members had already been provoked into anger. His soft speech was like a fuse, which instantly ignited the explosive kegs in the audience's hearts.

The spokesperson turned his head to look at Yu Zhankui, asking him to make up his mind. Yu Zhankui's face was ashen, and the fact that such a good press conference was done like this made his face dull.

He got up and walked over, reprimanded in a low voice: "Go down!"

As if being pardoned, the spokesperson went back and sat down in desperation. Yu Zhankui coughed, cleared his throat, and said sternly, "What are you doing? This is a press conference, not a vegetable market, and it's not a place where you can do nothing." .”

"Fuck you, you've been bullied to the top, and you're still a coward. Are you from Huaxia, and you dare to reprimand us?"

Whoosh!

Another shoe flew out of the crowd and hit Yu Zhankui in the face.

Yu Zhankui didn't relax his vigilance, and he also has the skills of a three-legged cat, so he hurriedly gave way to the past. However, the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole followed, and the other shoe also came out of the air, which happened to calculate the trajectory of his escape. Hit him hard in the face.

Snapped!

There was a light sound, like a slap across the face, and the person who threw the shoe was so powerful that his face immediately turned red.

Yu Zhankui was about to go mad with anger, and he said in a rage: "Who is it, who attacked me, I will catch you, so that you can't eat and walk around."

However, with so many viewers, how could he find out who the murderer was.

"Go away, Chinese martial arts is not something you can represent, Brother Kung Fu, let Brother Kung Fu go up, brother Kung Fu can represent Chinese martial arts, shit martial arts association get out."

"Yes, get out of the martial arts association and let Brother Kung Fu speak."

"Brother Kung Fu!"

"Brother Kung Fu!"

...

The crowd erupted immediately, and everyone yelled the words "Kung Fu Brother" at the same time, which was deafening. The members of the Wuxi Association were going crazy, especially Yu Zhankui, who was the first and the second big. If this continues, he wants to announce that the press conference will end immediately It was also impossible, he glanced at the crowd, and immediately saw Tang Zheng, he remembered this face so clearly, it could be said that he hated it to the bone.

His removed arm had been completely reset, but when he saw Tang Zheng, he felt a faint pain in his arm.

"Tang Zheng, I must let you rank among the winners and losers in the competition, there is no way to spoil my good deeds!" There was a look of resentment in his eyes.

Li Xiaotian pushed Tang Zheng's shoulder, and said, "Your voice is so loud, why don't you go up and say a few words?"

Tang Zheng looked at Yu Zhankui and the gang of wretches from the Wuxi Association from a distance, especially the banter on the faces of those foreign boxers and their arrogant gestures, and the anger in his heart surged up.

Since this matter can't be resolved, there is no room for backing down, and there is no need to save face for them, Tang Zheng stood up abruptly.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were drawn to him, he became the well-deserved focus, the shouts of the crowd stopped abruptly, everyone looked at Tang Zheng burningly, and their hearts involuntarily accelerated a little.

Brother Kung Fu finally stood up.

Tang Zheng strode towards the podium, ignoring Yu Zhankui's almost murderous eyes, he pushed Yu Zhankui away unceremoniously, and said into the microphone: "Some people think that our Huaxia is still a sick body more than a hundred years ago, some people think that we Chinese people are still bullied by others. Some people think that our Chinese martial arts are vulnerable. Today, I stand here, and I want to tell these people that the Chinese nation has risen in the forest of the world. The Chinese people’s humble gift bag will definitely give the enemy Fatal blow, Huaxia martial arts are profound and profound, with a long history, it will definitely shine the brightest, and kick those who dare to come to our country to point fingers back to their grandma's house."

The crowd was really quiet, a needle could be heard, and everyone's eyes widened, staring straight at Tang Zheng. Those foreigners were shocked that there were people with such backbone in Huaxia, but they were also very angry. Tang Zheng vividly demonstrated his confidence in Huaxia martial arts, which made them unacceptable. In their minds, their own martial arts the best.

The members of the Martial Arts Association were even more ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill down, but the faces of these officials and lords were thicker than the city walls, and they still sat on their seats calmly, but all of them looked at Tang Zheng with resentment. color.

They seemed to hate Tang Zheng even more than foreigners, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

However, for ordinary audiences, Tang Zheng's words were like a fuel for combustion, completely igniting the blood in their hearts, only to hear the overwhelming cheers one after another.

"Yes, kick him back to his grandma's house!"

"Huaxia will win!"

"Huaxia will win!"

...

The unprecedented confidence and enthusiasm made every audience clenched their fists, their eyes were red with excitement, and tears filled their eyes. It has been many years since they heard such passionate words. Every time they face external pressure and bullying, It is a soft official answer, which has consumed too much enthusiasm and belief among the people.

Tang Zheng's words just rightly ignited their last sliver of enthusiasm. This enthusiasm exploded, and the radiant energy was stronger than ever before, which was not to be underestimated.

Clap clap!

There was applause everywhere, and even many reporters and hotel staff applauded Tang Zheng from the bottom of their hearts. Applauding for this kind of spirit, the soul of Huaxia has returned, and it is bound to return. Many people seem to have seen the day when Tang Zheng won. , Seeing the day when Huaxia martial arts regained its brilliance, many anti-martial arts schools seemed to be shaken, and the soul of Huaxia was gradually returning.