"Yeah, you're really good. Looking at your resume, the internationally certified dan is 4th dan, and the domestic league certified dan is 6th dan. You are only 21 years old. If you keep practicing, you should be able to do it when you are old enough.

Become a teacher, and introduce yourself in detail first. //Visit to download the txt novel //" Shen Zhenghuan sighed, and then asked the contestants to introduce him as usual. After all, his performance does not require much evaluation.

Pei Doubi suppressed the excitement in his heart at this moment, his eyes glanced at Tang Menglong from time to time, and then said in a loud voice: "My name is Pei Doubi, I am 21 years old, I have been studying Taekwondo for sixteen years, my dream is to become a kung fu superstar.

So I came here, and my teacher..."

"stop!"

Tang Menglong suddenly stopped Pei Doubi who was introducing himself. Everyone in the hall looked at him strangely. In the audience, an elegant man about thirty years old wearing glasses also looked curious. However,

There was still a little regret on his face.

"Pei Doubi, are you not telling the truth?" Tang Menglong looked at the confused Pei Doubi on the stage and asked seriously.

Pei Doubi originally wanted to finish the lines taught to him by the eldest brother Jinfang, but he was suddenly stopped, leaving him unsure of what to do.

Seeing Pei Doubi who suddenly became a little flustered, there was a lot of discussion below.

Seeing Tang Menglong's look, Pei Doubi panicked for a moment, then nodded and said: "That's right, the purpose of my coming here is not to become a Kung Fu superstar, I'm here to worship you as my teacher!"

"a~~"

A lot of exclamations suddenly broke out below. Looking at this person's appearance at this moment, Song Ji Hyo suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, I remembered, I saw you outside SBS, and you were kneeling there thinking

I wanted to take Tang Menglongxi as my teacher. But then...it seemed like he was taken away, right?"

Pei Doubi nodded awkwardly and said, "I was brought back to Jeonju by my master. I ran away several times and didn't return to Seoul until some time ago."

"Then the purpose of your coming here is to learn from our chief planner?" Wen Xijun suddenly asked curiously, looking very interested.

Pei Doubi nodded and said firmly: "Yes, this is my goal. As long as I win the final victory, I can accept the training of Teacher Tang Menglong. But it doesn't matter even if I fail, I have made up my mind.

I will definitely stick to it.”

Tang Menglong slapped his forehead and sighed. His voice spread throughout the hall. The audience below looked at his helpless look. Many people snickered.

Looking at Pei Doubi's determined look, Tang Menglong suddenly said seriously: "Why don't we make a bet?"

"What bet?" Pei Doubi answered immediately without any hesitation.

"One punch breaks sixty tiles. If it succeeds, I will give you three votes. If it fails, don't bother me again!"

"a~~~~~~~~~"

Tang Menglong's words immediately aroused exclamations from the audience and players below.

Sister Geunying next to her complained directly: "How is it possible to have sixty tiles? With such a thickness of tiles, it would be difficult even for a teacher to come, right?"

"Okay, I agree." Pei Doubi was stunned for a moment, and then directly agreed to Tang Menglong's request, followed by another exclamation.

But Fatty Cao was really excited. Today's game was so exciting from the beginning. It seems like today is an extraordinary day.

The staff quickly placed sixty red tiles, which looked about seventy centimeters high. The audience below all let out cries of disbelief.

Pei Doubi is just a persistent young man. Although he is a bit immature, he understands that if he wants to get something, he must work hard on his own.

Looking at the tall tile mountain in front of him, Pei Doubi took a deep breath, took off the glove on his right hand, and stood there with a serious face.

"Ah, you don't want to break it like this!" Wen Xijun saw his actions, stood up and shouted in surprise.

Pei Doubi ignored him, just looked at Tang Menglong and said, "I am very sincere. I hope you can see my sincerity."

Tang Menglong didn't respond at all, but thought silently in his heart, 'I know your sincerity, but I have said it hundreds of times, I have never practiced martial arts, and you are still pestering me, are you so heartless? Let's fight.

Well, even if you really break it, you won't win in the end.'

In fact, Tang Menglong had a lot of resentment towards Pei Doubi. If he knew some martial arts, he could just teach him two moves, but he really didn't understand. Speaking of which, he was not as knowledgeable as Pei Doubi himself, but this guy felt that

If you can seduce him with one move, you must be an expert. What kind of fun can you do if you can't afford to kneel down? You said it would be better if you were a beautiful female apprentice. You are a big man and you kneel down every day. Is there anything else?

Dignified.

Well, Pei Doubi really didn't know what Tang Menglong was thinking, but his determination was unquestionable.

Pei Doubi stood in front of the tiles with his eyes closed, took two deep breaths, and then aimed his right fist at the thick tiles.

There was no sound in the hall at this moment. For this young man who suddenly appeared to be a disciple, although it was a bit sudden, it was not unacceptable, especially when he heard that Tang Menglong made a bet with him directly, which meant that as long as he succeeded,

As long as it gets two more votes, it can be decided. If it gets three votes, it can be entered into the list of twelve main candidates.

This seems to be the first young man who has no acting dream, but his persistence has been recognized by many people.

"ah!"

Pei Doubi shouted angrily, then turned sideways, clenched his right fist, and swung it down wildly.

"Bang!!"

The purpose of taking off your gloves is to reduce resistance and maximize your punching power. This has nothing to do with Taekwondo. It is just a matter of your own strength and power generation skills. But in the same way, when you take off your gloves and punch, your right hand will

Never think about it being intact, that's why Wen Xijun stood up in surprise just now.

There was a loud noise, and the upper tiles burst and flew. However, Pei Doubi did not withdraw his fist, but pressed his right fist downwards. Because he knew that he could not break sixty tiles with one punch, so he

This punch must be very deep. It must be very deep...

The broken tiles scraped off a lot of Pei Doubi's flesh. The burning feeling would have made an ordinary person scream out. But Pei Doubi, I don't know if he is really crazy or not. His right fist is crazy.

He rushed towards the lower tiles, completely ignoring his right hand, the flames in his eyes burning very brightly.

But what is his dream, or is it a bit ambiguous, but at the moment he is working hard for what he wants to do.

"Bang!"

"ah!!"
Chapter completed!