I lived two hundred years

Chapter 29 Black Blood
"This is the 'Black Terrace Dojo'? It doesn't look very good. It really is a Koryo stick. If you don't have any background, you will be sensational."

The lazy and mocking voice instantly spread throughout the dojo, causing a commotion.

"Who is it? Come to our 'Black Terrace Dojo' to make trouble?"

"You will die today. The 'Black Terrace Dojo' cannot be profaned."

"Immediately kneel down and kowtow to admit my mistake, otherwise, no one can save you in the world."

Amidst the roar of anger, the dojo disciples rushed towards the place where the sound came from, like a torrent.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful the torrent is, there are also mainstays who can stand still.

This torrent not only failed to disperse and crush the opponent, but was blocked instead.

The dojo disciples that make up this torrent are like drops of spray, hitting the mainstay and splashing back.

Seeing his disciples being thrown out one by one like sandbags, Song Wenji's expression became extremely gloomy.

He didn't care about punishing Senior Brother Pu, so he shouted loudly.

"stop!"

Song Wenji had a very high prestige in the hearts of the disciples in the dojo. When he gave an order, everyone stopped and waited for his next order.

Shen Lang didn't respond, he continued to move forward slowly, and was thrown away by someone who blocked him along the way.

As soon as Song Wenji said this, he had already cleared a passage and came ten steps before Song Wenji.

"Who the hell are you? Who instructed you to be an enemy of my 'Black Terrace Dojo'?"

Song Wenji gritted his teeth secretly, but did not act immediately. Instead, he looked at Shen Lang and guessed his origin.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Shen Lang to conflict with Senior Brother Pu and the others unintentionally, but on purpose.

All of this is naturally for the "black platform dojo" behind Senior Brother Park.

If he wanted to solve the problem, he had to find out who was behind Shen Lang, instead of wasting time with this little guy like Shen Lang.

Unfortunately, he thinks too much.

"Song Xiaoji, who do you think you are? You don't deserve to lift my shoes, and you still want to be my enemy? It's too whimsical. I was walking on the road and saw a bedbug, and I wanted to trample it to death. That's it That's all."

Shen Romance spoke casually, and coldly glanced at everyone, as if looking at a pile of garbage.

Those dojo disciples were originally filled with righteous indignation, and they seemed to be about to rush up immediately. Being swept away by him like this, it was like pouring cold water on their heads, freezing their hearts, and losing all their courage.

Song Wenji didn't seem to be affected, he shouted angrily, and strode towards Shen Lang.

"Assi! No one dares to talk to me like that before. You are the first and the last. It starts with you. I want everyone to know that I, Song Wenji, is still the 'King of Taekwondo'! Not everyone can provoking."

Although Song Wenji's steps were big, his speed was very slow. Every step would make a loud noise, like a giant drum, shaking people's hearts.

"Trash is rubbish. So much crap."

Shen Lang looked at Song Wenji who was slowly approaching, a little impatient, stomped his feet hard, his figure was like lightning, he came to him in an instant, and punched him on the nose.

Song Wenji never expected that Shen Lang would not be affected by his footsteps at all.

Suppressing opponents through pace and rhythm is a relatively common advanced kung fu technique.

For ordinary people, its power is unparalleled, but for experts, it is nothing.

But Song Wenji's stepping is not a simple skill, just like the "witness" he used before, it is a secret technique from the ancient Chinese heritage.

The fundamental difference is the use of spiritual power.

With the addition of spiritual power, skills such as "witnessing" and "stepping" are transformed from auxiliary means into powerful offensive techniques, and become the killer's weapon to reverse the situation.

Over the years, Song Wenji has achieved his prestige by relying on these few secret Chinese secret arts, and is known as the "King of Taekwondo".

Who would have thought that a representative of Taekwondo's real skill is not Taekwondo, but Huaxia Kung Fu.

What's even more exasperating is that while using Chinese Kung Fu for profit, he kept discrediting Chinese Kung Fu in an attempt to disassociate himself from it.

The moment Song Wenji used the secret technique, Shen Lang had already seen everything.

That's why his movements are so fast and violent!

The secret technique failed, and Song Wenji's taekwondo kung fu could not resist Shen Lang at all.

Before he even had time to dodge, he was punched by Shen Lang until his face was deformed, and he was thrown far away like a rag doll.

Everyone looked at the scene in shock and couldn't believe it was true.

Even Jiang Lianxue couldn't control her expression, Bingshan's face was broken and horrified.

Although she had tried her best to overestimate Shen Lang's strength, she could never imagine that Shen Lang knocked down Song Wenji with one punch.

This is the "King of Taekwondo" Song Wenji, the pride of Taekwondo, a world-class powerhouse.

This is not normal!

Just when everyone was inexplicably amazed and the Three Views almost collapsed, Song Wenji suddenly got up from the ground.

Only then did the disciples of the Black Terrace Dojo breathe a sigh of relief.

How could a master like Song Wenji lose so easily?

They were absolutely dazzled just now.

Everything is an illusion.

However, they soon discovered something was wrong.

Although Song Wenji stood up, his movements were too stiff.

At this time, he was like a puppet on a string, as if he was being pulled by some external force, jerky and unnatural.

"Black Blood Secret Art! You really got the inheritance of Black Blood Sect." Shen Lang snorted coldly and said, "Don't you say you look down on Huaxia Kung Fu? Why have you been using Huaxia Secret Art since just now? Your Taekwondo What? Don’t dare to use it? It seems that you also know that Taekwondo is rubbish and can only be used to fool those ignorant girls.”

As Shen Lang said, he smiled and looked at Jiang Lianxue.

Jiang Lianxue's face suddenly turned cold.

The disciples of the other black platform dojos all exclaimed.

"This is impossible. The host is the 'King of Taekwondo'. How could it be possible to use Huaxia Kung Fu?"

"The host clearly defeated many Kung Fu masters, but they didn't say that the host used Chinese Kung Fu. Why do you say that?"

"I don't believe the host will use Huaxia Kung Fu. Taekwondo is the strongest!"

Although everyone was refuting Shen Lang, their eyes did not fall on Shen Lang, but on Song Wenji.

It's just that Song Wenji couldn't speak at all at this time, and couldn't argue.

Shen Lang's punch just now caused him too much damage.

If he didn't use the black blood secret technique, he wouldn't be able to stand up at all.

The black blood secret technique will coagulate the blood in the whole body, tense the muscles, and the whole body is like copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable to weapons and guns, and its power is astonishing.

But also because of this, the throat couldn't relax, and he couldn't speak.

Feeling that the eyes of all the students had turned dim, Song Wenji was very annoyed in his heart, but this was not the time to care about it.

He must defeat Shen Lang and wash away the shame just now.

As long as he can win, he can always come up with rhetoric afterwards to change everyone's thinking.

Just win!

(End of this chapter)