The core structure of the Jingwu Heroes Association is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Long Ye’s appeal is the banner, and the head of state’s capital and political power are protected.

The actual internal operation is Eagle, Lao Nong, Dong Haichuan, Guo Yunshen, Huo Yuanjia's father, Horndi and other great heroes in the world.

The representatives of the Southern and Northern Schools have gathered together at this moment, but some core personnel never show up.

The old peasant had left the Hunan Army system. This was Zeng Guofan's order before his death. The living people of the Hunan Army were not allowed to harass him anymore, let alone order him.

In fact, Zeng Guofan always hoped that the old farmer could work hard at Xiao Letian, but the old farmer was too lazy to get involved in the power field. Since he heard that Xiang Shaolong had the plan to be a hero of elite martial arts, an ideal hidden in his heart that had been hidden for many years had also sprouted.

That is to write a book called "Musashai" to bring together the martial arts of all sects in the world into one book. In this era when fighting skills are till the end of the West, before the wave of industrial power suppressing personal strength.

At least I leave a little information to find for future generations. Even if it is just a little clue, it can prove that I have been to Chinese martial arts and have been glorious in this world.

"I have never been to Europa, but I have seen it with my own eyes the industrial era pioneered by the head of state! This is not something that manpower can resist, it is the trend for the next hundred and millennium..."

"No matter how reluctant our generation is or how reluctant we are to face the facts, we must understand that the unique skills we have in our hands will definitely be lost on a large scale..."

"In three hundred years, the names of our martial arts skills will disappear... So what should the children of that era do if they wanted to study us hundreds of years ago?"

"A good way to turn fighting skills into a competition. As long as the funds supported are continuous, this competition mode can continue..."

"Maybe one day, this kind of competition will attract fighting experts from all over the world to participate... Then it will become a world event and everyone will earn bonuses, which is also a good thing!"

"But Eagles, you have to remember that there is also one disadvantage in this kind of fighting game... that is, it is too utilitarian. Once a hundred years later, the game will be deeply rooted in people's hearts, and everyone will judge the level of winning or losing when they play the game!"

"Some of the strong and domineering martial arts will be widely circulated because people have to win! And those niche martial arts, such as the Cangzhou Swallow Sect!"

"They rely on high to make a living, and they are mostly thieves in the north... Their kung fu escape is awesome, but their fierce fighting skills are very lacking!"

"Will these martial arts gradually disappear because they are not good at ring competitions? It is very likely that people are eager for quick success and like to make quick money!"

"What about not being conspicuous for a year or two, and what about a hundred years? There will definitely be a large number of martial arts skills that are not suitable for this model of the elite martial arts heroes, and they are gradually eliminated!"

"These martial arts should also leave a memory of my own in the long river of history, so I want to write this Musashi!"

"Record their historical origins and glorious deeds. If possible, I can also record their moves for future generations to study and discuss..."

"A book of Musashi and Long Ye's elite martial arts heroes... I think this Chinese martial arts world can leave a little figure!"

"Children a few hundred years later... don't forget us!"

The eagle was also moved by the old farmer's affection. When his eyes heated up, he almost shed tears, "Brother! You are so kind... I'm not as good as you!"

"You can think of what will happen hundreds of years later. Are we still fighting for this interest in front of us?"

"When Jiushuai stepped down, I will quit... If Master Long can support me with a bite of food, I will be here as a teacher!"

"Shh... Silence, the person I hate is here..." Before the eagle could finish speaking, the old farmer raised his hand and closed the window. His ears moved and he used his voice to identify the movement outside.

The room was silent, but it was bustling outside!

Suddenly, a group of people walked in at the east gate of the martial arts court. They were covered with yellow turbans and gray double-breasted cloaks. What other people were using the bottom of the pot on their faces? The loess mud painted all kinds of strange patterns.

There were more than twenty people in this group. After walking in, the wings separated. The middle-aged man wearing a Taoist priest's robe but wearing a yellow turban was actually holding a earth bird gun in his hand. His dress was really inappropriate.

This group of people came in, and many bigwigs present frowned, and some people who were close to them also avoided them, as if they were deliberately separated from them.

"Haha, Master Xiang... With a distinguished guest, why don't you say something to our senior brother Yihequan, so that we can also see the heroes of the world!"

The leader threw the bird gun into his subordinates' hands and clasped his fists with his hands. "Good men... Yihe Quan Jinghai Tankou Senior Brother, Cao Futian is polite..."

"I heard that the adults and Chinese people from the court have come today? The young people don't have any good filial piety. Please burn incense and open your eyes to the nobles!"

Speaking of this, the people behind Senior Brother Cao suddenly played drums and music. Some took out the suona, some were passing the gong, some were beating the drum, some were playing the flute, and some were ticking.

This senior brother Cao made two moves and then hit three Haches in a row. His eyes were confusing!

"Heavenly Spirit, earthly Spirit...the true immortal possesses him, and the incense is offered to the earth!"

Two disciples of the same name and fist, one stepping down from the left and the other step, symmetrically posing a scent of incense. The hand was like a magic trick, and a ball of fire appeared.

Gordon was startled and looked closely at the two of them who had already lit incense!

"God! This trick is so good..."

I couldn't hear Gordon's praise, and the fun thing was still behind. I saw Senior Brother Cao play a good boxing technique, and it was so lively that it was so lively, and there was a strange sound in his mouth.

The disciples under the altar asked in unison, "Who is the immortal who came down to earth to receive incense? Who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is

"Wow, ah... I am the giant god..."

"Please receive the incense..." The disciples all knelt on the ground.

At this time, Cao Futian stole a horse and roared, and then another Yihequanist holding a earth bird gun pressed the bird gun on his abdominal muscles.

Bang! With a muffled sound, the disciple pulled the trigger, and the earth-bird gun sprayed out a ball of smoke. Senior Brother Cao shouted and took a step back.

Just heard a click, a lead bullet fell to the ground and dripped around, and a big hole was burned by a bird gun on his clothes.

At this moment, he closed his skills and clasped his fists, "Hahaha... men, I laughed!"

"Are these people from the court? Caomin knocked the heads..." Senior Brother Cao, who had just finished the performance, knelt in front of Deng Shichang and others, and bowed respectfully.

The old farmer in the window curled his lips disgusted, "Damn, if this group of people hadn't brainwashed too many fools, I would have driven them out of this heroic sect!"
Chapter completed!