The strongest world crossing

However, as soon as the voice fell, it seemed that the door of a museum was closed.

Another ten days passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of this month has passed.

Without half a point of evaluation, Ye Zhen's daily life is to comprehend the mantra, stabilize the fourth realm of the sword that he just stepped into, and study the paper umbrella.

In addition to reading with them every day, the two daughters grow flowers and plants on the roof. Only the little fox is still asleep.

And within these ten days, a small event happened in Huaxia.

Tao Xiong, the three-time world Sanda champion, even opened a martial arts gym called Budaomen in Huaxia City.

The title of world Sanda champion for three consecutive times is very resounding, because Huaxia has never won a championship, let alone three times in a row.

Now that this record-breaking person opens a martial arts gym in Huaxia, the scene is naturally grand, and there are countless people who support him.

To add to the fun, Tao Xiong blew up the sandbag with an inch punch in front of many reporters and students!

It's not the kind of punching a hole, but the whole thing explodes in an instant!

People have only seen this kind of scene in martial arts movies, and this is the first time in reality!

A question came from the boiling crowd, "This sandbag must be fake!"

Immediately afterwards, there were more and more voices of doubt. From their point of view, Tao Xiong's size is here, and his strength is understandable, but blowing up the entire sandbag is a bit too exaggerated.

There must be some means behind the scenes!

This kind of thing is the reporter's favorite, and they quickly took pictures of some people questioning melons.

Tao Xiong patted the sand on his body, and said in a low voice, "If you think the sandbag or even the sand is fake, you can buy one yourself, or if anyone disagrees, you can also compete on stage."

After the voice fell, there was no sound among the melon-eating crowd. After all, whoever is full and has nothing to do with money will panic, and will go to spend a few hundred yuan to buy a sandbag for others to play with in order to watch the excitement.

However, there is an old saying that is good, colleagues are enemies, and the people who eat melons have lost their voices. When the tailoring was about to start, the guest seats below were in the audience.

The middle-aged man who belonged to the Taekwondo position, with Director Chen's nameplate in front of him, suddenly said in broken Chinese, "Since Director Tao opens a martial arts gym here, he must also know the rules here."

Tao Xiong sneered and said, "Our Budao Sect has all the certificates needed to open a martial arts school, so what rules do we need!".

"Also! This is Huaxia, not your Smecta. Even if you want to follow the rules, you still follow our rules. What are you? Get lost!"

Tao Xiong's temper came up, and the other party was practicing Taekwondo, which in Tao Xiong's view was something for soft girls to practice.

It is undeniable that there are still some moves in Taekwondo that are both ornamental and lethal, but ostentation is ostentation, and after so much effort, Tao Xiong can hammer him half to death with one punch!

Not to mention that he is still practicing the skills taught by his master, the Bajiquan with terrifying attack power.

As soon as Tao Xiong said this, there were bursts of applause in the field, you, a Smecta, are yelling about the rules in our Huaxia, what the hell!

The few taekwondo students who followed Smecta couldn't help but said to Tao Xiong, "What are you, our curator is a solid black belt with a sixth-degree black belt, Tianquan level."

"You just won three Sanda gold medals, what's so exciting about it! Not to mention the rude moves, there's no appreciation at all."

"click click"

In an instant, the atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, only the camera in the reporter's hand that was constantly flashing white light was still working.

With his mouth open, Tao Xiong looked at Director Chen in the audience, and said, "You, since you blow so hard, do you dare to come up and compete with me!"

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Chapter 148 Who else wants to talk about the rules?

Curator Chen frowned slightly, feeling a little hesitant in his heart. It's good to win, but if he loses, wouldn't it be a stepping stone for the opponent.

He had watched Tao Xiong's video, and it was very difficult to deal with Tao Xiong!

Originally, Tao Xiong didn't want to cause trouble, but this guy himself sent him to the door as a stepping stone, so there is no reason for Tao Xiong to let it go.

Seeing Director Chen's hesitation, Tao Xiong said directly, "If you can defeat me, this martial arts gym that cost me all my belongings will be yours!"

Hearing this, Director Chen was obviously moved. Although he knew that there might be a trap ahead, Tao Xiong gave too much leverage.

And what others don't know is that his taekwondo level has been promoted to the seventh-dan Hanshui realm, but he hasn't been certified yet.

Curator Chen got up, his eyes darkened, "Okay! It's a deal!"

Seeing this guy agree, Tao Xiong smiled even more, but the apprentice he just accepted these days suddenly said, "Who is that, curator Chen? Since it's a bet, what is your bet?"

"It's impossible for you to win. The Martial Arts Gate is yours. If you lose, you'll be fine. Don't you think so?"

"Yes! That's right"

Upon hearing this, Curator Chen showed a slight disdain on his face, and said, "Curator Tao wants to compete with me. Our Taekwondo Hall is a challenge that we passively accept. Why should we place a bet? I'm not a gambler."

Hearing this, the students of the Martial Arts School who spoke out just now were surprised that Smecta, who couldn't even speak Mandarin well, was still an old fox.

Tao Xiong didn't want to waste time, so he directly cleared the venue and faced the curator Chen who came on stage.

Concentrating on vigilance, Tao Xiong stood on horseback, his body bent, his hands clawed forward and backward, and suddenly, Tao Xiong on the stage gave people the illusion of being transformed into a beast.

Curator Chen, who was bouncing up and down in front of Tao Xiong with agile steps, was faintly sweating on his forehead.

Unexpectedly, Tao Xiong didn't use Sanda moves, but the weird posture in front of him looked like a fierce tiger ready to show its fangs and claws.

No matter which part you attack from, you will be hit by the "tiger" in front of you like a storm.

But Tao Xiong didn't want to dawdle with this curator Chen, since the other party couldn't come over, he would attack first!

"boom!"

The big foot stomped on the ground, and after a muffled sound, Tao Xiong, like a tiger descending the mountain, grabbed the opponent's chest with a resolute claw.

Seeing Tao Xiong's ferocious approach, curator Chen was shocked, and subconsciously resorted to his own trick.

Using the sole of the foot as the axis, twist it abruptly on the ground, and push the ground with the right foot, combining the power of kicking the ground and the twisting power of the upper body. With the power of the two, Director Chen's right leg carries The whistling sound pulled towards Tao Xiong's head.

However, this sharp rear kick did not hit Tao Xiong's thick head, but Tao Xiong grabbed his foot with his right hand.

Stretching out his left foot, hooking, tripping and twisting, Director Chen was thrown into the air by Tao Xiong.

The clawed left hand turned into a palm, and the legs, waist, and shoulders shook violently, and a palm was printed on Curator Chen's chest.

"boom!"

Hearing this muffled sound, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched, thinking, "How painful this must be!"

After receiving this slap, curator Chen told everyone how painful this slap was with practical actions.