Chapter 195 [Brother Jinling Haonan!]

If Song Zhicun could decide by himself...

He really wanted to refuse!

The long-cherished wish of many years has been achieved. After defeating Chiang Kai-shek, the goal promised by his father has also been achieved. Under the eyes of all the martial arts colleagues in Hong Kong, he accomplished this goal with great glory, and the media was also present.

If this matter is published in the newspaper tomorrow, it will be known to the whole Hong Kong!

Even if his father wanted to regret it, he would never turn back!

As long as the footnote of this matter is knocked to death, then my position as the heir of the Song family is certain and unshakable!

Isn’t that what you have been working hard for for so many years?

At this time, Song Zhicun was not willing to take risks on anything that might cause complications!

Even in the prior information survey, it was found that Chiang Kai-shek's two apprentices had only practiced martial arts for a short period of time, so they probably were not very good at it!

Even if you send your disciples to fight, your chances of winning are extremely high!

But at this time, why should we take risks?

There is no benefit to winning, and if you lose, you will lose all the chips in your hand!

Even if there was only one in 10,000 chance of this situation, Song Zhicun didn't want to take the risk!

Therefore, Song Zhicun really wanted to refuse!

But... on this occasion, you can't refuse!

In front of so many community audiences, in front of so many fellow martial arts seniors, in front of so many media!

Being challenged loudly by two young people, if I get scared...

The Song family is a martial arts family! If you get scared in this situation.

Are you still qualified to be the head of the Song family?

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On the stage, when Song Zhicun looked at the two brothers Chen Nuo and Zhang Linsheng with livid faces...

Offstage...

"Second brother."

But Song Chengye suddenly approached Song Gaoyuan's ear and whispered: "Your chance to make a comeback has come."

Song Gaoyuan looked at his third brother.

Song Chengye's eyes flashed: "Are you really just watching your eldest brother win?"

"...What else can I do!" Song Gaoyuan looked gloomy.

Song Chengye looked at the two young people on the stage, and then at the eldest brother with a pale face, and continued to laugh softly: "Second brother, I know that you have planted people beside eldest brother a long time ago. If you don't take action at this time,

If so, there will be no chance."

Song Gaoyuan stared at his third brother, his eyes condensed, and then he breathed out softly: "The third brother..."

"Aren't you willing? You are the one who will suffer the greatest loss." Song Chengye smiled.

Finally, Song Gaoyuan gritted his teeth and gently made a very hidden gesture towards the stage.

On the stage, among the several disciples surrounding Song Zhicun, one of them immediately secretly exchanged glances with Song Gaoyuan and nodded slightly.

Song Zhicun stared at Chen Nuo and the two of them, still thinking about whether it was possible to suppress this matter first, even if he said a few words first, and even if he wanted to engage in battle, he could still delay it until a few days later...

…

I always have to go home first. Only by cashing in the chips I gained from winning against Chiang Kai-shek will they be valuable!

But...suddenly, a voice came from behind Song Zhicun!

"Master! Do it with him!! We are still afraid of these Yankees!!"

Song Zhicun was stunned, turned around, and saw one of his disciples yelling angrily.

This roar quickly ignited the emotions of many disciples around Song Zhicun, and the rhythm was immediately picked up.

"Yes, master! Do it with him!"

"We cannot let the Yankees show off their power on our territory!"

"Master, let me go!"

"I'm going!!"

"I'll do it!!"

Song Zhicun suddenly felt anxious and looked at his disciples angrily. He felt something was wrong in his heart, but at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much.

"Uncle Song, tell me whether you want to fight or not!" Chen Nuo continued to provoke the flames loudly: "The Song family sent people to challenge us, but we accepted the challenge! Now that we are challenging, are the Song family so cowardly?"

"Hey! Boy! What did you say!!"

Before Song Zhicun could speak, a young apprentice behind him seemed to be furious and shouted: "Bujie!! Eat shit!"

This disciple seemed to be completely aroused by Chen Nuo's Chinese. With uncontrollable anger, he roared and rushed forward!

He moved very quickly, and Song Zhicun was surrounded by his disciples. Even if he wanted to stop him, it was inconvenient. Moreover, before he could even open his mouth to stop him, this disciple had already taken two steps away!

Chen Nuo was also a little surprised, but Chen Yanluo, who was mentally strong, suddenly noticed a detail keenly!

In the direction of the second and third brothers of the Song family in the audience, Song Gaoyuan's left hand secretly tapped his little finger a few times on the stage...

Chen Nuo's heart moved!

He suddenly walked around behind Zhang Linsheng and pushed his body on Zhang Linsheng's back.

"Brother, come on!"

It was too late, but it was too late. At this moment, everyone on the stage and the audience saw this scene. A young disciple of Song Zhicun rushed towards the two young disciples in the main room of the Song family...

Lao Jiang shouted anxiously, and the audience roared...

Then I saw the Song family disciple rushing in front of Zhang Linsheng, raising his hand and launching a cannon!

Although this man is young, he is still a few years older than Zhang Linsheng. From this move, it can be seen that although he has a bad temper, his skills are quite solid!

When Lao Jiang saw this, his heart sank, and he closed his eyes subconsciously... Based on his judgment of Zhang Linsheng, no matter how talented his apprentice was, he could not stop him after only practicing martial arts for half a year.

It took several years of hard work!

In the martial arts arena, when the Song Jia disciple rushed out, the emotions in the audience had reached a boiling point, and then... the loud noise seemed to be cut off by a knife in an instant!!

Lao Jiang had already closed his eyes, and suddenly he heard the deafening noise stop suddenly, as if the hundreds of people present had their necks pinched at the same time...

When he opened his eyes, he saw an amazing scene!

The disciple of the Song family has fallen to the floor under the ring!

And his apprentice Zhang Linsheng was still standing on the stage, holding a back-to-back posture with his hands!

"What, what's going on?!" Lao Jiang turned to look at his wife.

Song Qiaoyun also looked surprised: "Lin, Lin Sheng...he threw that person from the Song family off the ring."

"Thrown it down?"

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After three seconds of silence, Song Zhicun's disciples on the stage suddenly became angry and shouted. Some even rolled up their sleeves and were about to rush forward!

"Stop it!!!"

Song Zhicun suddenly shouted!

"Uncle Song, do you want to fight with more than less?" Chen Nuo stood behind Zhang Linsheng, leaned out half of his body, and said loudly to Song Zhicun.

Song Zhicun's face turned dark and he angrily scolded his disciples: "Shut up! Don't even move! Get out of here!!"

He was usually extremely powerful, but once he got angry, all his disciples stopped speaking and moving their hands.

The audience in the audience also focused their attention on Song Zhicun.

Song Zhicun waved his hand and pointed at the disciple who fell to the ground: "Go and see him!"

In fact, according to Song Zhicun's true inner thoughts, it would be better for such a stupid fool to die.

Two people from the Song family jumped off the ring to help the disciple up, checked him quickly, and then said loudly: "It's okay, we got here, he's not seriously injured."

Song Zhicun snorted.

"Uncle Song. Is this person just now your disciple? Is it a sneak attack if he suddenly strikes without warning? Ah, he was thrown off the ring by my senior brother, is he a loser? Is this considered the ninth of your Song family?

Did Dai’s disciple lose the battle?”

"...Of course it doesn't count!" Song Zhicun's face became more and more ugly, but he could only bite the bullet and said coldly: "That is a useless young disciple of my Song family, and cannot represent the ninth generation of the Song family."

Chen Nuo deliberately laughed a few times, and then said slowly: "Oh, that's okay. I also know that you definitely don't want to use him to count."

"Boy, do you really want to fight?" Song Zhicun gritted his teeth.
To be continued...