Chapter 272 Royal Instructor, the number one master?

The British government reception staff who accompanied Zhang Yi were a little confused. Zhang Yi, who came to the UK for the first time, did not visit so many places, but the first place he went to was a Chinese martial arts gym.

Everyone knows that Zhang Yi is a martial arts practitioner. But in the opinion of the receptionist, a master like Zhang Yi who goes to a martial arts gym in person will inevitably have an identity. What’s more, the Chinese martial arts building owned by Zhang Yi does not know how to compare.

This martial arts gym is much bigger and more upscale.

Zhang Yi came to this martial arts gym to visit Master Li Shengxing.

When we arrived at the martial arts hall, many people gathered outside the martial arts hall, seemingly watching the excitement.

"Boss, someone seems to be kicking the gym!" Li Xiao, who is nearly two meters tall, has some advantages over others. He looked inside and said to Zhang Yi.

"Kick the gym? Haha. Go in and have a look." Zhang Yi smiled and said after hearing this.

It's not like Zhang Yi has never seen kicking a gymnasium before. In his last life, he never played gymnastics less often.

Playing a gymnasium will naturally not be silent, there will definitely be some movement. Otherwise, kicking a gymnasium will be meaningless.

Li Xiao and Lin Xiao separated from the onlookers and walked inside. The onlookers were about to complain, but when they saw Li Xiao's tall and powerful muscles, they immediately held back their words timidly.

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"The Chinese guy who came in just now seems familiar." A bystander pulled a person next to him and said.

"The Chinese are just like that, aren't they?" the man said disdainfully, then stepped forward and looked inside.

"No. I seem to have seen it on TV or in the newspaper. He should be very famous. I should know his name, but why can't I remember it?" The man racked his brains to echo. But it seemed that it was right in front of him, and again

Out of reach.

"A very famous Chinese? Is he as famous as Zhang Yi?" The man said lightly, without turning his head, still looking inside.

"Zhang Yi! Yes, he is Zhang Yi! He came to London like this." The man suddenly thought about it and suddenly became excited and unbelievable.

"What! Zhang Yi! Where, where?" When the man heard this, he turned around quickly, not caring about the excitement inside, grabbed the man and asked.

"We just got in!" The man said a little frustrated, but there was some excitement in his eyes.

"Hehe, it looks good now." The man chuckled, stepped forward and looked inside, full of expectation.

Zhang Yi came to the door of the martial arts hall. Like everyone else, he was stopped by several Chinese disciples of the martial arts hall.

Zhang Yi glanced inside. Two groups of people were facing each other in the hall, and it was obvious that they had not started fighting yet. In the middle of the hall, there was an old boxer in his seventies or eighties sitting, wearing a white coat, looking calmly in front of him.

Those people. And beside him, there were several middle-aged people standing.

Opposite him, there was a group of people standing. One of them kept talking very explosive words. It seemed that he was trying to find a lame excuse to make the kick-off fair and square.

"That should be Master Li Shengxing, right?" Zhang Yi glanced inside and said casually. Then he looked at the martial arts disciple who stopped him, smiled, and said, "Please let me know that Zhang Yi from Hong Kong came to visit Master Li Shengxing.

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"You, you are Hong Kong Zhang. Zhang Yi, Master Zhang?" When the disciple heard this, he looked at Zhang Yi in shock. Just now he felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, and Zhang Yi's name flashed in his mind.

I just imagined it, I didn't expect it to be me.

After the kidnapping case, Zhang Yi became well-known in the world. And his dress became the object of imitation. Nowadays, there are so many people dressing up like this that everyone is dazzled by Zhang Yi himself.

His appearance became blurry.

The disciple of the martial arts school was nervous and excited. Before he could report the news, it seemed that Master Li Shengxing heard it. He stood up and looked at Zhang Yi with a smile.

But his move made the people opposite him stunned and confused. When Li Shengxing stood up and ignored them and walked towards the door, those people suddenly felt an ignored anger stirring in their chests and turned around.

He looked toward the door.

"Master Zhang, I apologize for missing the welcome from afar. I didn't expect Master Zhang to actually arrive in London." Li Shengxing said to Zhang Yi at the door with his hands in hand.

"Haha, Master Li, you're so polite. It's too much of a bother." Zhang Yi returned the greeting and said.

"Where. Where! Welcome, please come inside." Li Shengxing said immediately.

Zhang Yi was not polite and walked in immediately. Naturally, Zhang Yi ignored those people who were a little shocked, a little excited, and even a little expectant.

"Thank you, go and bring a chair for Master Zhang." Li Shengxing said to a middle-aged man next to him.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Yi, then nodded and went to move a chair for Zhang Yi. The middle-aged man's name was Wan Chengxing. He was Li Shengxing's eldest disciple and a well-known master in the British martial arts world.

Although he was a little dissatisfied, he had to admit that Zhang Yi was now qualified to sit on the chair he moved in front of Li Shengxing. In front of his master, he was not qualified to sit, but Zhang Yi was.

"Master Li seems to favor one over the other! We have been here for so long and have never sat down. As soon as he, a young man, came, he asked Master Wan to move a chair. Don't you Chinese pay attention to etiquette? Is this what etiquette means?"

A middle-aged man said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

He spoke English, and next to him was a foreign girl in her twenties, staring at Zhang Yi with a smile on her face.

Fortunately, Li Sheng listened to the man's words, glanced at Zhang Yi, smiled and said: "My friend is here, not only are there chairs, but also fine wine. I don't know, Mr. Yamamoto, you are here with friendship this time?"

"Hmph!" The guy named Yamamoto snorted coldly and glanced at Zhang Yi, with a trace of hatred flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yi noticed the hatred in that guy's eyes and was confused in his heart, but he didn't take it seriously.

"Are you Zhang Yi?" The woman next to Yamamoto suddenly asked Zhang Yi.

"That's me." Zhang Yi said calmly.

"I heard that your Chinese Kung Fu is very good?" the woman said again.

"So what if you're awesome, so what if you're not awesome?" Zhang Yi said with a nonchalant expression.

The woman frowned, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yi's attitude, her tone became less polite, and then she said: "Then are you as good as Mr. Yamamoto? He is the number one master in the UK."

"The number one master?" Zhang Yi smiled, glanced at Yamamoto, and then looked at Li Shengxing.

"Of course, he is an instructor hired by the royal family." The woman said immediately, with a look of pride on her face when she mentioned the royal family.

"Haha, does the royal family hire the best master?" Zhang Yi smiled and said, "The Japanese royal family instructor Yi Guoyuan is known as the best practical master in Japan. I think there are many people in Japan who are better than him in kung fu."

Although Zhang Yi did not explicitly say that Yamamoto was not the best master, it was self-evident in his words.

Naturally, Yamamoto heard this and looked at Zhang Yi with even more hatred. Because of this guy in front of him, his position as the instructor of the British royal family was naturally in jeopardy.

Being a royal instructor is not only an honor, but also involves huge interests.

As instructors of the British royal family, karate masters have an immeasurable role in the development of karate in the UK. But just because of the appearance of this person in front of them, many people in the British royal family are interested in hiring Chinese boxers as royal martial arts instructors.

In the UK, the karate market has been squeezed by Chinese kung fu due to the emergence of Zhang Yi, and has shrunk extremely. If the royal instructors are replaced by Chinese boxers, the losses to karate will be immeasurable.

This is also the reason why he brought people here today.

Among them, the woman next to him is a British princess, which means she is the most active in changing instructors. She brought him to the most famous Chinese martial arts gym in London just to prove to her that karate is better than Chinese Kung Fu.

And he knew that the main reason why this princess was so eager to change to a Chinese boxer as an instructor was her admiration, or in other words, obsession with the guy in front of her.

Damn actor, he actually appeared at this time!

"You won't know if you are worthy of being the number one master if you give it a try." Yamamoto looked at Zhang Yi and said coldly, with a strong murderous intent hidden in his eagerness to try.

"You want to fight with me?" Zhang Yi smiled nonchalantly and said.
Chapter completed!