Faced with the facts, Huang Qiying finally believed her son's words and took a bottle of rice-treasure porridge to test the medicine herself. After two bottles, the hidden wounds caused by her early boxing practice were greatly improved.

The old man clicked his lips a few times: "The effect of this medicine is really amazing, but why do you think this 'Eight Treasures Life-Saving Soup' looks so much like Eight Treasures Porridge?"

Yan Zhendong, Lin Shirong, Yacasu, and Liang Kuan all present here started to laugh. What does it mean to look like... They have seen Huang Shaohong make this kind of "life-threatening soup" and put in those things

Aren’t these things just the ingredients for making rice pudding?

After Huang Qiying finished speaking, he sighed: "Why should I run a pharmaceutical factory if I have this? Since you can sell this medicine so well in Foshan, then let's sell it in Beijing. We are not afraid of such a magical effect."

You can’t make a name for yourself!”

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

Huang Shaohong wanted to use Bao Zhilin's family background to open the 'Jingwu Sports Club', which would have been difficult to handle without Huang Qiying's nod. After all, no matter what era, filial piety must be ranked first. If the old man said no, his Jingwu

Even if the meeting is held, it is still an object of ridicule in the eyes of outsiders.

Huang Qiying sighed: "Now that you are older, your martial arts skills are better than those of others, and you are called a grand master. If you want to do something in the martial arts world, I can't stop you. I will risk my old face to help you find someone."

Come out and talk, old guy!"

Ten days later, Grandmaster Huang Qiying, one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, hosted a banquet at Sanxiao Tower for several major martial arts masters in the capital, including Mr. Guo Yunshen from the Xingyi Sect, Cheng Yanhua from the Bagua Sect, Yang Jianhou from the Tai Chi Sect, Li Xiaochen from the Huiyou Escort Agency, and Wang Zhengyi from the Shunyuan Escort Agency.

Wait until the master and his disciples arrive.

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

Huang Qiying and Guo Yunshen were in the south and north. They were very senior in the martial arts world. They sat hand in hand at the main seat. Next at the same table were Yang Jianhou, Cheng Yanhua, Li Cunyi, Li Xiaochen, Wang Zhengyi, and several others.

The masters of the sect are all senior figures in the family. Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong sat at the bottom to accompany them.

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

When the banquet was served, Huang Qiying took the lead and offered a toast to the martial arts colleagues present with a glass of wine, and then introduced Huang Feihong to everyone present.

Huang Shaohong also stood up and gave everyone a toast. There were rumors about Foshan Huang Feihong's name in the capital, but the northern martial arts community always looked down on southern boxers, so they didn't take him very seriously as a master of foreign martial arts, thinking that he was just borrowing money.

The prestige of his father Huang Qiying is nothing more than that.

Only Mr. Guo Yunshen looked at Huang Feihong in surprise and realized that this body of muscles was indeed a rare martial arts prodigy.

Huang Shaohong got straight to the point and stated his purpose. This time he came to the capital to bring together martial arts from the north and the south, and founded the 'Jingwu Sports Association' to promote national martial arts, use force to strengthen the country, use force to strengthen the species, and achieve the goal of strengthening the country, the people, and the body.

Final goal.

The goal was great, but when I mentioned it on this occasion, no one responded. I immediately fell into a cold silence. After a while, a big boxer poked in the foot and asked:

"What is this national martial art? Is it your Bao Zhilin's boxing technique, or my kick-sticking boxing technique? And the purpose of the 'Jingwu Sports Association' you mentioned is good, but who will be the president? Haha, North and South

Convergence is easy to say."

Huang Shaohong opened his mouth and explained: "Master, please don't get me wrong. Guoshu is a technique that only kills people but does not perform. The real kung fu passed down by the ancestors of various sects can all be called national martial arts!"

The big boxer who poked the foot snorted coldly: "Don't say so much, who will be the president of this club?"

Yan Zhendong, who was on the side, immediately turned his head and snorted coldly when he heard the other party's words: "The president is naturally a capable person. If you don't accept it, our subordinates will see the real chapter!"

This great boxer who stabbed his feet was also established in the capital and had a group of apprentices. At this kind of martial arts gathering, he naturally lost his face when being called to fight. He immediately slapped the table and said: "Competition is a competition, I'm afraid

You can’t do it!”

Huang Qiying and Huang Shaohong didn't say anything. They came here today with the intention of establishing their prestige by asking people from the martial arts community in the capital. If they don't have the skills, it would be a joke to think of converging the martial arts from the north and the south.

People in the martial arts community in the capital have their eyes fixed on Mr. Guo Yunshen. This old man is sitting steadily, minding his own food and having a drink with Huang Qiying from time to time.

Yan Zhendong and the big boxer who poked the door walked to the open space in the middle, and after exchanging names, they were not polite and started to fight.

Everyone around looked at it with great interest, and they were not afraid of accidental injuries. The competition between two great boxers was not about life or death. If they could not control the fire well, they were not qualified to sit at the same table as those masters.

I saw the master who was poking his feet, with his toes pointed, a cat-like waist, and he jumped up directly. With his legs connected, he directly used the special "iron toe" of poking his feet to point his toes towards Yan Zhendong's chest and abdomen.

It is said that after mastering this iron toe that pokes at the door, it can break wood and break tiles, and the foot is like a shovel.

This great boxer obviously wanted to fight quickly and teach Yan Zhendong a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhendong refused to hide and suddenly shouted: "Look at my iron cloth shirt!"

I saw him taking in a sharp breath, and his body expanded in a circle, and all the muscles and fascia swelled up. The opponent's two feet, which could break bricks and tiles, poked his chest and abdomen, making a sound like defeat.

The sound of leather didn't even knock him back half a step.

The martial arts community in Beijing was moved by what was going on at this time.

Lao Yan laughed loudly, stretched out his two palms as big as cattail leaf fans, grabbed the big boxer's feet directly, gave a sharp shout, rounded them up, and smashed them to the ground.

If he was really allowed to hit him this time, he would probably punch through the floor of the restaurant. Even if he didn't die, the great boxer would be seriously injured, and he would never be able to survive in the martial arts world in the capital.

At this moment, Huang Shaohong moved. He arrived in front of Yan Zhendong with a single step. He supported the big boxer with both hands and placed him firmly on the ground. At the same time, he bumped his shoulders and knocked Yan Zhendong back two steps: "A martial arts competition.

As long as the points are clicked, the two of you will be considered opponents!"

The great boxer was saved by Huang Shaohong, his face was red, but he was grateful that the other party had saved his face in words, he cupped his hands towards Huang Shaohong, and then returned to his seat.

When Yan Zhendong saw that it was Huang Shaohong who made the move, he didn't say anything. He was just surprised in his heart, as if the opponent's power suddenly became much stronger. Just a collision just now made him unstable and took two steps back.

When Yan Zhendong also returned to his seat, Mr. Guo Yunshen suddenly smiled and said: "The iron cloth shirt of the Yan family in Shandong is not bad, you have practiced it to the best, it is a piece of material!"

Being praised by this grandmaster, who was the most senior among the three great concubines at the time, Yan Zhendong opened his mouth and laughed non-stop.

At this time, Huang Shaohong stood in the field and did not return to his seat. He clasped his fists and raised his hands in all directions: "Today, I, Huang Feihong of Foshan, proposed to merge the martial arts from the north and the south and establish the 'Jingwu Sports Association'. Since I proposed it, I just want to be the president of this association."

....”

He directly stated his purpose, and the expressions of the people present varied, but most people secretly admired this southern boxing master for his openness and lack of secrets.

Huang Shaohong continued: "We people in the martial arts world, it's useless to talk too much. In the end, we have to see the truth. Today, I, Huang Shaohong of Foshan, will meet with all the heroes in the martial arts world of Beijing. Who can beat me?"

Even with half-moves, our Jingwu Association is still established, and I, Huang Feihong, give in to this president!"

Everyone was shocked. When Huang Shaohong said this, he undoubtedly wanted to single-handedly defeat the martial arts community in the capital. Is he going to follow Yang Luchan's old path? With so many people fighting, who do you think you are!

The martial arts colleagues present all thought that the Southern Fist master was either crazy or simply didn't take the northern martial arts community seriously.

"Feihong, what are you talking about?" Huang Qiying was frightened. Originally, he thought that with the martial arts of their father and son, plus Yan Zhendong, he might be able to make the martial arts community in the capital recognize their Jingwu Association, but he didn't expect that his son would actually ask for it.

Challenge everyone.

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

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

"Almost all the Lianba style portals in Beijing have come today, and they are all able to talk. The old man represents the three major internal martial arts and is the master. If this kid can win five games in a row, we will kill him.
Chapter completed!