The lively school sports meeting finally came to an end, and the normal study and life were restored to the campus of Anzhong No. 1 Middle School.

Time passed day by day, and the weather became colder. On the streets and alleys of Anzhong City, you can see withered leaves everywhere. Many citizens have already put on winter clothes that can be used to keep warm.

No. 38 Youyi Road, Anzhong City is a martial arts hall with a large area. The name of the martial arts hall is "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall". The owner's name is Ge Zhenwu, and he is a disciple of Shaolin layman. After Yicheng came out of the mountain more than 20 years ago, this martial arts hall was opened here.

There are dozens of martial arts schools in all sizes in Anhui City, with the most famous "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall" and the most martial arts hall. The owner of the museum, Ge Zhenwu, was admired by all his colleagues in the city because of his profound Shaolin Kung Fu. He has served as the president of the city's martial arts association for two consecutive terms.

Ge Zhenwu is over fifty years old. His wife passed away due to illness ten years ago. He only has one only son named Ge Tenghui. Although Ge Tenghui is only in his twenties, his kung fu has already been 60% of his father's true teachings. He is well-known in the martial arts world in central Anhui City. He is also a member of the Municipal Wushu Association. His kung fu is particularly powerful. He can smash several bricks stacked together with one punch, so he was given the nickname "Invincible Iron Fist".

Ge Zhenwu is over fifty years old and now lives in simplicity and cultivates one's own character. He rarely asks about the affairs in the martial arts hall, and almost all of them are left to his son Ge Tenghui. If anyone wants to learn martial arts, his son Ge Tenghui and several disciples he has received over the years will be taught.

That morning, there were bursts of hard shouts in the martial arts practice field in the courtyard of the "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall". Through a large half-open iron door, you can see that the young master of the "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall" Ge Tenghui was naked and led a group of students to practice hitting wooden stakes there.

Outside the gate of the "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall", Ge Tenghui's youngest junior brother Liu Dayou was holding a big broom and cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground.

At this moment, several young men in karate uniforms walked out from the corner of the street in the distance. Liu Dayou only glanced at those people and knew that they were from the "Yamato Karate Hall" on the same road.

The Yamato Karate Hall was jointly opened by several Japanese people a year ago, mainly teaching karate and judo. Although some students have been recruited one after another within a year, compared with the Fengyun Martial Arts Hall, the business seems much bleak.

Recently, people from the Yamato Karate Gate have often wandered around the Fengyun Martial Arts Hall and didn't know what they wanted to do. Liu Dayou thought they were here to "seek scriptures" and wanted to learn the management methods of the Fengyun Martial Arts Hall, but they didn't take them seriously.

The young men from the Karate Gymnasium walked to the gate of the "Fengyun Martial Arts Hall", stopped and looked inside, and then, without knowing what they said, they bypassed Liu Dayou and walked straight towards the gate.

"Damn, Japanese?" Liu Dayou had also seen the world. When he heard the other party's language, he knew it was Japanese. He felt secretly alert. He put down the broom in his hand, rushed forward, stopped the few people, and shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Our, kick the room!" A Japanese man walking in the front looked at Liu Dayou coldly and said in a stiff Chinese language.

Kicking a room?

Liu Dayou rubbed his ears and thought he had heard it wrong. He pointed at the people and said with a smile: "Kicking the restaurant? Just you guys? Haha... Let's play! Our young master is irritated these days, so you'd better not provoke him!"

"I know, your library owner is Ge Zhenwu. You, call him out, I, Tianfeng Goro, want to compete with him!" The Japanese said, pointing at Liu Dayou.

When Liu Dayou heard that he was going to compete with his master, his face suddenly became a little ugly, and he lowered his face and said, "Don't you be so fart, what is my master's identity? How could he condescend to compete with you? I would like to advise you, get out!"

"You Fengyun Martial Arts Hall are timid and dare not compete with our Yamato samurai. Turtle, you are shy! Haha..." A Japanese man standing next to Tianfeng Goro laughed and pointed his thumb down with his right thumb, looking provocative.

"Dan your mother!" Liu Dayou became angry immediately, spat on the ground, and said, "Okay, I want to kick the restaurant, right? I want to compete with my master, right? You can pass this level first!"

"Who are you?" Tianfeng Goro looked at him and asked with a frown.

Liu Dayou thrust his chest and shook his head and said, "Listen, I will not change my name, and I will not change my surname. President Ge Zhenwu and President Ge closed his disciple. Liu Dayou is right!"

Tianfeng Wulang's eyes lit up and said, "Oh, your disciple Ge Zhenwu? Very good, then I will defeat you first and then challenge your master!"

Liu Dayou is Ge Zhenwu's sixth apprentice and the last one. He has been studying martial arts for five years. In his eyes, no one in the world can be stronger than him except his master and a few senior brothers, and he does not take the Japanese in front of him seriously, who are shorter than him.

Hearing Tianfeng Goro challenged him, Liu Dayou rushed up passionately, rubbed his hands, jumped to the empty field beside him, put on a defensive posture, waved to Tianfeng Goro, and said proudly: "Come on, Japanese, I will let you know today how powerful Chinese Kung Fu is!"

When Tianfeng Goro saw Liu Dayou's posture, he knew that this person was no match for him at all. He smiled coldly and walked towards him step by step. Every time he took a step, his whole aura changed a little.

If the feeling that Tianfeng Goro at the beginning was like a leaf on the ground, not threatening, then when he stood in front of Liu Dayou, he had turned into a sharp sword unsheathed, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

Liu Dayou had a contemptuous smile on his face just now, and looked relaxed, but when Feng Goro stood in front of him and looked at him coldly, he felt as if he was staring at him closely. The two sides had only confronted each other for a few seconds, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You are not my opponent, no one is far away! Go and call Ge Zhenwu, your master comes out to compete with me!" Tianfeng Goro suddenly said contemptuously.

"Fuck! Whoever loses wins and wins, you will know if you have ever fought!" Liu Dayou was angry by Tianfeng Goro's mocking tone. He gritted his teeth and roared, rushed out like an angry lion, and at the same time, he punched out his right fist and hit Tianfeng Goro's chest.

This punch is Shaolin Luohan Fist. Although it can only be considered an entry-level kung fu, it also has strong attack power and destructive power when practicing to a high level.

Liu Dayou's Shaolin Luohan Fist is second only to Ge Tenghui among the seven disciples under Ge Zhenwu's seat. He can easily break two bricks stacked together with one punch. He hits this punch with all his strength. The confident and short Tianfeng Wulang could not block it at all, and he might be able to injure him with one punch.

Since the other party came to kick the hall, he had to bear the responsibility of being disabled. This is a consensus among warriors all over the world. Therefore, Liu Dayou was not worried that after Tianfeng Goro was injured, he would make a joke of calling the police. Even if the other party called the police, he was not afraid. The other party took the initiative to come to provoke the door and counterattacked himself in self-defense. This was the commanding heights of morality. Besides, his master had a good relationship with some of the people in the city, and they should be covering themselves.

Liu Dayou punched out, and Tianfeng Goro stood there motionless, and the sarcasm on his face became even stronger. Liu Dayou felt a little bad, but he didn't turn around. At this time, even if he wanted to stop, it was too late.

"Hi!"

It was not until Liu Dayou's fist was about to hit his chest that Tian Feng Wuro let out a loud shout, neither dodging nor avoiding, but also hit Liu Dayou's fist with a straight punch.

Seeing Tianfeng Goro taking action, Liu Dayou breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was secretly excited.

Damn, I think this Japanese warrior has some powerful moves. It turns out that he is just a head-on fight! Hehe, this is the one I am most afraid of! My Shaolin Luohan Fist is a hard skill!

The Japanese who retreated to the distance and watched were relaxed, as if they knew that Tianfeng Goro had won.

Although Youyi Road is not the most prosperous street in Anhui City, the traffic flow is not small. Seeing that there are people "fighting" in some empty venues in the martial arts hall, many passers-by stopped and watched with interest.

Just before Tianfeng Goro and Liu Dayou got out of the way, two people came out of nowhere, like a TV station. One of them was carrying a camera on his shoulder and captured the scene of the two competing.

However, Liu Dayou and Tianfeng Goro put all their mental power on each other, and they didn't know anything about these outside things.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided with each other, and Tianfeng Goro shouted again, and his eyes ejaculated at the same time. Liu Dayou seemed to hit the iron plate with a punch, and the fist bones made a crisp sound, as if the bones were broken. He groaned in pain, "Dingdengdeng" backed a few times, his whole right arm was soft and he could not lift it up again.

"ah……"

The huge pain from the fist made Liu Dayou scream violently.

A group of people who were practicing martial arts in the yard ran out after hearing the screams.

Seeing Liu Dayou standing there with a pale face, holding the other arm with one hand, sweat beads as big as soybeans rolling down, in great pain, Ge Tenghui, who was the first to run out of the door, looked fierce and shouted loudly: "Dayou! What's going on?"

"Master...Senior Brother..." Liu Dayou gritted his teeth and held back the huge pain, looked at Tianfeng Goro, and said hatefully: "These Japanese people came to kick the hall and said they wanted to compete with Master. I...I fought with that man, and he punched him, and the fist bone might be broken..."

"Hiss..."
Chapter completed!