"you!!!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that he pointed at Ding Ning and couldn't say a word.

At this time, an old man came over and said in a deep voice, "If you have anything, go out and solve it. Today's martial arts competition is about to begin."

Ye Shan looked at the old man and immediately did not dare to show his anger. He could only glar at Ding Ning fiercely, and then left with his disciples.

The old man smiled at Ding Ning and said, "Little brother, don't mind these things, take your seat quickly."

"If others don't provoke me, I won't deal with them, but there are always people who bully others." Ding Ning shrugged and said nothing.

"Haha...If the other party continues to get entangled, then wait until the game is over before the solution!"

"Um."

The white-haired old man walked up to the stage and sat down on the hosting stage. The nameplate on the table read the President of the Fushan Martial Arts Association.

"No wonder the person from the Ye Family Martial Arts Hall just now left in shame. It turned out that this old man was the president." Yue Wanyi said.

"Okay, it's okay, everyone can sit down."

Ding Ning also felt that he was unlucky enough. He came here to play and came to see martial arts competitions. Who knew that he would always encounter some unreasonable weirdos.

But now it is finally quiet, and Ding Ning also wants to quietly appreciate the charm of Dadu martial arts.

All the eight major sects in Fushan have arrived at the scene, and a boxer led a group of disciples to watch the battle.

The boxing gym is now full of people, and there are even those who have bought standing tickets to watch from behind.

About ten minutes later, the host began to speak on stage, asked the president to speak, and announced that the competition had officially begun.

The first game was Kongming Fist vs. Iron Sand Palm, and people on both sides tried their best to cheer for their boxers.

The boxers from the two martial arts schools came on stage, saluted each other, and then took small steps to start the battle.

Although this is a competition between boxing techniques and moves, there is no internal force competition, it is also worth watching. After all, the form is quite like this.

However, after seeing how many rounds they fought, Ding Ning didn't want to continue watching. This was not a martial arts competition, but he was obviously fighting a fist.

The two sides fought back and forth, and the performance was so hard that they were naturally excited to watch the audience who didn't know anything.

"Ding Ning, what do you think?" Yue Wanyi asked.

Ding Ning said, "It's just a matter of competition, not a life-and-death duel."

It’s not that Ding Ning looks down on these martial arts, but that those who have reached a certain level like Ding Ning have long had no feelings about moves. In their eyes, these are just fancy moves.

True masters often don’t use moves to compete. As long as they can kill, they can be considered good moves. They are commonplace to gravel with bare hands and fly over the eaves and walls.

Originally, Ding Ning thought this martial arts competition was boring, but unexpectedly, two teams of people came into the martial arts hall during the competition.

One of the men who led the lead laughed loudly and said in awkward Mandarin, "I didn't expect that this place was so lively and so grand martial arts competition, how could we be missing?"

Listening to this awkward Mandarin, you can conclude that although the man who spoke was an Eastern man, he was definitely not from the Mainland.

Behind him were several Western Kong people, one wearing boxing gloves, the other holding his chest with his hands, and the other was majestic, the other had long hair and a samurai sword in his hand.

"Oh, I've come to have a few people playing the game. It seems that there's a good show." Ding Ning said with his chin.

Yue Wanyi and others looked at the door one after another. Although the word "bad guy" was not written on their faces, it was still obvious that they were not good at it.

Not only did they see it, but also people from the other eight sects and audiences, who were here to play the kiosk.

People from the eight major sects stood up one after another, and the people from Kongmingquan took the lead and said, "We don't welcome you here, hurry up and get out!"

"That's right, you are not welcome, get out of here."

"Get out!"

The man smiled and said, "We ran over from all the way to compete with you. Is the hospitality method of Daduguo just to get out of the guests?"

The big guys who hosted the stage on the stage seemed a little embarrassed. If they drove them out, they would lose the demeanor of the Chinese people in Dadu, but if they didn't drive them out, this martial arts competition would not continue.

The three big bosses discussed and decided to maintain their demeanor first, so that they would not lose face as a Dadu.

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Since you are here, then take a seat!" said the white-haired old man.

But the Hokkaido man smiled and said, "We are not here to watch the game, but to come here to compete with you."

"Sorry, the competition held today is a martial arts competition between the eight major sects, and we will not accept the challenge for the time being." Another old man said.

"If you don't accept the challenge, are you afraid?" The Hokkaido man's words immediately aroused public anger.

Several young men who were so angry stood up and shouted, "Don't you be able to make tricks? We won't be afraid of you, let's come over."

People in Hokkaido have provoked this way. If they had no temper at all as a Chinese in the capital, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing to see them?

The arousing public anger is exactly the effect that the entire Hokkaido men want to achieve.

The white-haired old man on the host stage asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why should I challenge my eight sects in Fushan today?"

"In Shimomura, Guyuki, I have a lot of research on martial arts. I just want to talk with you, and I have no malice." Murakami took off his hat and smiled slightly.

Immediately, someone complained unhappily, "Tsk! I'm still talking, everyone knows that this is here to provoke."

Murakami Shimoki smiled and said, "What's so fun about that? Why not do you think so? The three people I brought here guard the ring and you attack the ring, how about you?"

"You're simply too arrogant!"

Suddenly, a boxer with a flat head stood up and said, "Since that's the case, I'll be the first to leave the station."

"Master Zhou, sit down!" said the person on the stage.

Seeing that they were hesitant, Murakami Shimoki's sarcastic smile became even stronger, "President Li, if you don't dare, let's leave. I didn't expect that in such a huge metropolis, there is no one who dares to accept the challenge."

"Rare!" A young man jumped in front of Murakami and Shimoki and accused the people of the people, "Who said we dare not meet your challenge? Remember, I..."

"Bang!!!"

"Puff!!!"

Before the young man finished speaking, the opponent's boxer punched him directly.
Chapter completed!