I lived two hundred years

Chapter 30
Song Wenji looked at Shen Lang, full of fighting spirit.

Shen Lang didn't take it seriously, yawned, and said, "Waste is waste. Back then, the Black Blood Sect used the black blood secret technique to cross the northwest, killing the lamas in the west so frightened that they called them 'big black' God'. You guys use it to cover the rubbish taekwondo, it really shames the Black Blood Gate. If I were me, I would have found a stone and killed myself, so as not to be embarrassing here."

Song Wenji was in a hurry, but he couldn't speak, he could only show his attitude with actions, and rushed towards Shen Lang with gusts of evil wind.

Blessing the black blood secret technique, although Song Wenji was unable to speak, it also made his physical fitness surge. With a single pounce, there was a strange bird flying across the sky, and a fierce bird descended into the world, extremely fierce.

"You don't use the black blood secret technique like this. See clearly, this is the real usage of the black blood secret technique."

Shen Lang opened his eyes suddenly, and with a flash of light, he punched Song Wenji.

With this punch, black lines spread across his arm.

In a blink of an eye, black lines covered Shen Lang's arms, and at first glance, it looked like it was made of black iron.

With a bang, the fists and palms staggered, as if metal and iron were striking each other, which shook the ears of everyone present.

Before everyone was amazed, a black shadow flew upside down, hit the wall of the dojo, and was deeply embedded in it.

When everyone saw the black shadow clearly, they immediately let out a burst of inhalation.

That was Song Wenji.

Song Wenji, who was incomparably fierce a second ago, is now like a hairless rooster, no longer a little bit of power.

"Today, I retrieved the Black Blood Secret Art from you for the Black Blood Sect. I hope you will take care of yourself and don't make mistakes again and again. Our Huaxia Wulin treats foreign disciples equally, but it is not the reason why you can take Huaxia Kungfu as your own at any time. .”

After Shen Lang finished speaking, he walked away in a calm and unrestrained manner.

Everyone who was originally quite angry with him was enlightened when they heard these words, as if they got to know Shen Lang again, and there was a faint admiration and approval for him.

This is exactly what Chinese martial arts should be like.

The sea is inclusive of all rivers and can accommodate all things, but it also has the fury of thunder.

If you offend China, you will be punished even if you are far away.

This is the bearing of my magnificent China.

For a moment, countless disciples took off the clothes of the Heitai Dojo, followed behind Shen Lang, and walked out.

But after a while, there were only a few Korean disciples and a very small number of Huaxia people left in the huge black platform dojo.

Among them were a few strong men who came back with Senior Brother Park.

At this time, they also looked tangled.

As Chinese people, they should have left together.

But they offended Shen Lang just now, they were extremely anxious, afraid of being retaliated, it was not right to leave, it was not good to leave, they didn't know what to do.

"What? Are you really planning to count the classics and forget the sect, and go to Heitai Dojo all the way to Hei?"

Suddenly, a voice rescued him from this embarrassment.

"Senior Sister Lianxue..."

Those strong men looked at Jiang Lianxue excitedly and almost shed tears.

"follow me."

Jiang Lianxue frowned, turned and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, several strong men hurriedly followed.

Senior Brother Pu looked coldly at the dojo that suddenly became empty, completely dumbfounded.

The "King of Taekwondo" he admired the most was actually a counterfeit who used Chinese Kungfu to disguise himself.

He regarded it as the strongest taekwondo in the world, but he easily lost to Huaxia Kungfu.

Song Wenji, who was invincible in his heart, was defeated just like this.

In an instant, his faith collapsed and he could no longer think.

"There are still descendants of the Black Blood Sect alive! Song Wenji, you deserved the loss this time."

With a sigh, a handsome man with long hair reaching his waist came from outside the dojo, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Senior Brother Pu subconsciously looked at that person, and suddenly, there were lights in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have found his backbone again.

"Grandmaster, you are here."

Senior Brother Pu saluted respectfully, with a longing look on his face.

Although Song Wenji is a representative of Goryeo Taekwondo and is known as the king, he is not recognized as the number one Taekwondo master in Goryeo.

The man in front of him is the undisputed number one in everyone's heart.

Although he hasn't shot for a long time, no one doubts his strength.

A legend is a legend because it cannot be shaken.

The "Grand Master" in front of him is a living legend.

"Grandmaster, I refuse to accept."

When Song Wenji saw the other party, he seemed to have vitality all of a sudden, broke free from the hole in the wall, and tried his best to stand still.

"If you lose, you have to accept even if you don't accept it."

"Great Master" narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"No, Taekwondo is not rubbish, and our Great Koryo is not a vassal of China. The Black Blood Sect is indeed famous in the Chinese martial arts, but our Great Koryo is the orthodox heir of the Black Blood Sect. The Black Blood Secret Technique is not Chinese Kung Fu, it is our Koryo The secret technique is the secret technique of Taekwondo!"

Song Wenji was emotional, as if what he said was the truth.

The "Great Master" was unmoved.

"History is written by the victors. I don't want to hear your rants. If you want to prove yourself right, you should devote yourself to cultivation and get back the victory." After the "Great Master" finished speaking, he turned around and left the last sentence.

"You used the black blood secret technique to pretend to be taekwondo. I can temporarily suppress it for you. However, it is only three months. After three months, if you can't win against that person, you will be ruined and become a sinner accused by thousands of people." Bar."

"Grandmaster, you can't treat me like this. I am also a member of the Great Koryo. I am the heir of the Black Blood Secret Art. You can't just abandon me like this."

Seeing this, Song Wenji finally got anxious and shouted loudly.

It's a pity that the "Grand Master" turned a deaf ear and didn't look back at all.

Fucheng Medical School.

Jiang Lianxue walked alone on the forest path, her face expressionless, she seemed to be looking straight ahead, but in fact, she was carefully observing the surroundings, trying to find the traces of Shen Lang hidden around.

However, Shen Lang's lurking skills are so brilliant that Jiang Lianxue couldn't find any clues.

Several times, she suspected that Shen Lang was not there at all, but every time at this time, Shen Lang would suddenly appear in a certain corner, greet her with a smile, and startle her greatly.

Finally, after repeated attempts to no avail, Jiang Lianxue gave up, sighed, and said, "Come out. I admit defeat."

"Give up so soon? I still want to follow you to the girls' bathroom."

Shen Lang chuckled and stood up from the grass beside him.

Jiang Lianxue scanned the grass strangely.

She clearly looked and looked just now, but there was absolutely nothing behind the bushes.

Did Shen Lang appear out of thin air?
"Since you admit defeat, I will follow you openly, cousin."

Shen Lang said the word "cousin" so ambiguously that Jiang Lianxue frowned.

However, in order to take care of her image at school, Jiang Lianxue didn't get angry, but said coldly: "Cousin, aren't you a security guard? Don't go on patrol, follow me, and be careful not to get fired."

(End of this chapter)