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Chapter 66 Convergence of North and South Martial Arts
Facing the facts, Huang Qiying finally believed her son's words, and took a bottle of eight-treasure porridge to test the medicine herself. The dark wounds left by boxing training in the early years after two bottles were taken down greatly improved.

The old man clicked his mouth a few times: "The effect of this medicine is really amazing, but why do you say that this 'Eight Treasure Soup' is so similar to Eight Treasure Porridge?"

Yan Zhendong, Lin Shirong, Ya Casu, and Liang Kuan present here all laughed, what is resemblance? They have seen Huang Shaohong cook this kind of "death soup", and put those things into it to make eight-treasure porridge Material!
Huang Qiying sighed after finishing speaking: "Why would I set up a pharmaceutical factory if I have this? Since you can sell this medicine well in Foshan, then let's sell this medicine in Beijing. I'm not afraid of such a miraculous medicine effect." You can't make a name for yourself!"

Huang Shaohong poured a cup of tea for the old man himself: "Then what I told you!"

Huang Shaohong wanted to use Baozhilin's family background to open the "Jingwu Sports Club". It would be difficult to do without Huang Qiying nodding. Even if the meeting is open, it is still a target of ridicule in the eyes of outsiders.

Huang Qiying sighed: "Now that you are grown up, your martial arts are also outstanding, and you are known as a generation of masters. If you want to do something in the martial arts world, I can't stop you. I will turn around and use this old face to help you. An old fellow come out and talk!"

Ten days later, Grandmaster Huang Qiying, one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, hosted a banquet at Sanxiaolou for several great masters in the martial arts circle in Beijing, Mr. Guo Yunshen of Xingyimen, Cheng Yanhua of Baguamen, Yang Jianhou of Taijimen, Li Xiaochen of Huiyou Escort Bureau, and Wang Zhengyi of Shunyuan Escort Bureau. Wait for the master to bring his disciples to the scene.

In the hall on the second floor of the Sanxiao Building, five or six tables were placed around, with an open space for martial arts in the middle.

Huang Qiying and Guo Yunshen, one south and one north, have extremely high seniority in the martial arts world. The two sit hand in hand at the main seat, and next are Yang Jianhou, Cheng Yanhua, Li Cunyi, Li Xiaochen, Wang Zhengyi, and several others at the same table. The masters of the sect are all top-notch figures, while Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong sit at the bottom to accompany them.

The disciples brought by these masters were seated at other tables.

When the banquet was ready, Huang Qiying did it first as a respect, offered a glass of wine to fellow martial arts present, and then introduced Huang Feihong to everyone present.

Huang Shaohong also got up and offered a toast to everyone. The fame of Foshan Huang Feihong was also rumored in the capital, but the northern martial arts circles always looked down on southern boxers, so they didn't take him seriously as a foreign boxing master. His father Huang Qiying's prestige is nothing more than that.

Only the old man Guo Yunshen gave Huang Feihong a surprised look, and found that this physique was indeed a rare martial arts prodigy.

Huang Shaohong came straight to the point and stated his purpose. This time he came to the capital, he wanted to integrate martial arts from the north and the south. He founded the "Jingwu Sports Association" to promote the national martial arts, to strengthen the country with martial arts, to strengthen the country with martial arts, and to strengthen the country, the people, and the body. Final goal.

The goal is great, but no one responded when I said it on this occasion, and immediately fell into a cold spot. After a long while, a big boxer poked his foot at the door and asked:
"What is this national art? Is it your Bao Zhilin's boxing method, or my punching method? Also, the purpose of the 'Jingwu Athletic Association' you mentioned is good, but who will be the president? Hehe, North and South Merging is easy to say."

Huang Shaohong explained: "This master, don't misunderstand, the national art is just killing people and not performing. The real kung fu handed down by the ancestors of all schools and sects can be called national art!"

The big boxer who poked at the door snorted coldly: "Don't talk so much, who will be the president?"

Yan Zhendong, who was on the side, turned his face and snorted coldly as soon as he heard the other party's words: "The president is naturally the one who is capable. If you don't accept it, we will see the truth!"

This foot-punching master also opened his door in the capital, and has a group of apprentices under him. At this kind of martial arts gathering, it is natural for him to be called Zhan, so he slapped the table immediately: "Compare, I am afraid!" You can't!"

Huang Qiying and Huang Shaohong didn't speak at all, and they came here today to find someone from the capital's martial arts community, because they wanted to stand up. If they don't have kung fu, it would be a joke to talk about converging martial arts from the north to the south.

People in the martial arts world in the capital all focused their eyes on Mr. Guo Yunshen, who was also sitting still, taking care of his food, and having a drink with Huang Qiying from time to time.

Yan Zhendong and the big boxer who poked at the door walked to the middle of the open space, and after reporting their names to each other, they were not polite and hit each other.

The people around looked at it with gusto, and they were not afraid of accidental injury. The competition between two great boxers was not about life and death. This point is not well controlled, and they are not qualified to sit at the same table with those masters.

I saw the master who was poking at the door, pointing his toes, jumping up with a cat waist, his legs linked together, and directly used the foot poking stunt "iron toe head" to point his toes at Yan Zhendong's chest and abdomen.

It is said that the iron toe that pokes the door, after learning it, can kick broken wood and broken tiles, and the foot is like a shovel.

This great boxer obviously wanted to make a quick decision and teach Yan Zhendong a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhendong would not dodge, and suddenly shouted: "Look at my iron shirt!"

I saw him take a sharp breath, his body swelled a circle, and all the muscle fascia swelled up. 'Boom' The opponent's feet, which could break bricks and tiles, poked on his chest and abdomen, making a sound like a defeat. Ge's voice didn't even knock him back half a step.

Everyone in the martial arts circle in Beijing was moved by what they were doing.

Old Yan laughed, stretched out two palms the size of cattail leaf fans, grabbed the big boxer's feet, yelled sharply, and smashed them to the ground.

If he was really allowed to smash this blow, I'm afraid he would break through the floor of the restaurant, even if the big boxer survived, he would be seriously injured, and he would never be able to survive in the capital's martial arts circle in the future.

At this moment, Huang Shaohong made a move, and he reached in front of Yan Zhendong with a stride. He supported the big boxer with both hands, and put him firmly on the ground. At the same time, he bumped his shoulders, knocking Yan Zhendong back two steps: As far as the point goes, the two of you will be considered opponents!"

The big boxer was rescued by Huang Shaohong, his face was flushed, but thanking the other party for saving face in words, he cupped his hands at Huang Shaohong, and then returned to his seat.

When Yan Zhendong saw that it was Huang Shaohong who made the shot, he didn't say anything, but felt strange, as if the opponent's strength suddenly became much stronger, and just a collision made him lose his footing and take two steps back.

When Yan Zhendong also returned to his seat, the old man Guo Yunshen suddenly smiled and said, "The iron cloth shirt from Shandong Yan's family is not bad, you have practiced to the top, it's a piece of material!"

Being praised by the grand master with the highest seniority among the three inner family members at that time, Yan Zhendong opened his mouth wide and laughed non-stop.

At this time, Huang Shaohong stood in the arena and did not return to his seat. He clasped his fists and looked around and said: "Today, Huang Feihong of Foshan proposed to merge the northern and southern martial arts and establish the 'Jingwu Sports Association'. Since I proposed it, I just want to be the president."

He directly stated his purpose, and the expressions of the people present were different, but most of them secretly admired this southern boxing master for being open and aboveboard, without hiding anything.

Huang Shaohong continued: "People in the martial arts world, it's useless to talk too much. In the end, we still have to see the truth. Today, I, Foshan Huang Feihong, will meet all the heroes of the martial arts world in the capital. Whoever can beat me With one move and a half, our Jingwu Association will still be established, and this president, I, Huang Feihong, surrender!"

Everyone was shocked. Huang Shaohong's words undoubtedly wanted to use his own strength to overwhelm the martial arts world in the capital. Is this going to follow Yang Luchan's old path? With so many people fighting with each other, who do you think you are!
The fellow martial arts present all thought that this Southern Fist master was either crazy, or he simply didn't take the northern martial arts seriously.

"Feihong, what nonsense are you talking about?" Huang Qiying was startled. Originally, he thought that with the martial arts of their father and son, plus Yan Zhendong, he might make the martial arts circle in the capital recognize their Jingwu Association, but he didn't expect that his son would open his mouth and ask for help. Challenge everyone.

Huang Shaohong smiled at the old man: "Don't worry, now that the country is weak and the people are weak, the purpose of the Jingwu Association is to strengthen the country and the species. I must take this step!"

Guo Yunshen was also a little moved at this time, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Okay, have ambition!" He looked around:

"Almost all the sects practicing martial arts in Beijing have come today, and they are all able to talk. The old man is the master representing the three major internal martial arts. If this kid can win five games in a row, we will be like him. meaning!"

(End of this chapter)