Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

The location of the Tai Chi gym is not very good.

They can only go outside, to the big intersection outside.

Zhang Nian was sitting at the corner of the street, looking bored at the hurrying crowd.

Obviously, few people are interested in these papers in his hands.

When he came, he took about a few hundred sheets, and by noon, there were still a few hundred sheets left in his hand.

Basically all of the ones that were sent out were thrown on the ground.

Just when Zhang Nian was about to explode, he suddenly heard a cry.

The crowd on the street quickly gathered in one direction.

Zhang Nian frowned, it seems that something happened.

Anyway, I have no meaning here.

Moreover, this leaflet probably will not be distributed.

Zhang Nian stuffed those leaflets into his backpack and rushed over with the crowd.

When he rushed over, he saw that the scene was completely surrounded.

All I could hear were shouts and beatings from the crowd.

Zhang Nian looked around, isn't this the intersection where Yang Fei handed out leaflets?
Why are there so many people, but no sign of him.

It stands to reason that his figure can be seen at a glance among this group of people.

While thinking, Zhang Nian squeezed forward.

When he squeezed to the front, he saw the person lying on the ground, and his anger surged into his heart instantly.

I saw Yang Fei lying on the ground with a height of more than two meters.

His body was covered in blood, but he firmly protected the flyer in his hand.

Next to it was a group of people in taekwondo costumes.

They were punching and kicking around him.

Behind the group of people, a middle-aged man with a flat head and a scar on his face was staring coldly.

Seeing this situation, the people around have what to say.

Some people even took out their mobile phones and said while taking pictures.

"Look at the duel between Guoshu and Taekwondo."

"On-the-spot report, national martial arts propaganda was discovered by Taekwondo, and a dispute occurred."

"The strong man of Chinese martial arts was beaten violently by Taekwondo."

Hearing these voices, the taekwondo people over there fought even more vigorously.

Zhang Nian snorted coldly and rushed out of the crowd.

At this time, this group of people is fighting vigorously.

A figure suddenly flew out.

Before they could see clearly, he suddenly punched and kicked them three times and knocked them down to the ground.

Zhang Nian stood coldly in front of Yang Fei, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

Seeing that it was Zhang Nian, Yang Fei smiled.

"Master, the leaflets are all there, and I haven't lost any of them."

Zhang Nian looked at his face covered with blood, and couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted.

He nodded and said.

"Good job, go wipe your face, find a place, and watch Master teach them."

Yang Fei nodded and took two steps back.

At this time, several people who were knocked down by Zhang Nian got up again and rushed towards this side.

Zhang Nianbao is incapacitated, with gossip on his feet.

Put on a pose.

Taekwondo people naturally rely on their large number of people, and they all start together.

However, Zhang Nian didn't care at all.

I saw him dodge left and right.

Seeing the opportunity, suddenly a white crane spread its wings and directly overturned one.

Another wild horse split its mane and knocked the two of them into the air.

The dissatisfied ones went up, but were interrupted by a voice.

At this moment, the man with the scar on his face came out from behind.

He looked at Zhang Nian with a smile and said.

"If my guess is correct, you are Zhang Nian, right?"

"It was me."

Zhang Nian raised his head and looked at the other party.

Scarface nodded and said.

"Since I'm here today, I'll introduce myself. I'm Ouyang Chong, the curator of the Taekwondo gym. At this time tomorrow, I'll set up a ring here and invite all the martial arts gyms in Qingyun City to watch. You beat my people. I can’t just let it go like this, and I’ve ruined his martial arts, I want to settle this account with you.”

Zhang Nian took a look, this place is the most luxurious place in the city center.

Putting the ring here, it was obvious that this Ouyang Chong had no good intentions.

If he loses, then from now on, there will be no place for him in Qingyun City.

Besides, he said that he invited all martial arts schools.

In fact, there are no martial arts gyms in the Wushu Association at all.

At that time, he will become an away game instead.

Keshi can be killed and cannot be humiliated, so Zhang Nian naturally won't admit it.

He nodded with a sneer and said.

"Okay, if this is the case, I will spare your lives today, you go, I will come tomorrow as promised."

"What did you say?"

The few people who were beaten just now rushed forward again.

But Ouyang Chong directly pulled him back.

Ouyang glared at them and cursed.

"I can't speak well, can I?"

Those few people were instantly cowardly, lowered their heads and went back obediently.

Ouyang Chong pointed at Zhang Nian, sneered, and turned to leave.

Seeing Ouyang Chong leave, those people stretched out their middle fingers at Zhang Nian and the others, cursing.

"In the future, people who see your martial arts will promote it here, and you will fight once you see it!"

Zhang Nian returned the middle finger without hesitation.

Watching everyone leave, the audience next to them also felt that it was not interesting, and left one after another.

A few good things came and said.

"Young man, don't fight with them, you can't fight."

"Yeah, how many years have they been here."

"Kingshu is not popular in the first place. The so-called emperor and courtiers, don't think about sudden emergence."

"Yes, do your duty honestly."

Zhang Nian frowned as he listened to their words.

How to say the national art is the treasure of our Chinese nation.

It stands to reason that these elderly people should cherish these things even more.

Now they actually persuaded themselves to give up.

Some people even said that it would be better for him to go to the park to teach Taijiquan and help uncles and aunts keep fit.

Zhang Nian was a little overwhelmed by what he heard, and he was sure that he must come tomorrow.

Although taekwondo ranks high.

Moreover, Ouyang Chong didn't look like an easy person to deal with, but Zhang Nian didn't intend to just give up.

Zhang Nian knew that he still had a long way to go if he wanted to make the national art rise again in Qingyun City.

However, if this road is not taken, it will always be so long, and they will never have a bright future.

After returning to the martial arts hall, Yang Fei looked pretty good, probably without any internal injuries.

After a brief treatment of the wound, he took a mop to clean it.

Zhang Nian waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to clean up.

Yang Fei obediently walked beside Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian said.

"Teacher, what do you think of the skills of those people?"

Yang Fei frowned and said.

"not so good."

"Not so good? Not so good to beat you like this?"

Looking at Yang Fei's bruised nose and swollen face, Zhang Nian couldn't help being a little funny.

"this."

"Isn't it good?"

The two of them were talking when they heard a crisp voice from outside.

The lark-like voice made the two of them look up at the same time.