Chapter 279

"I've seen Mr. Song."

"Hello, Mr. Song."

With the emergence of middle-aged people, there are many voices in the field.

Not only did Jia Guangliang, the head of the International University, show respect, but even the three referees welcomed him.

Facing the salute from the crowd, Mr. song just nodded slightly and looked arrogant. His eyes fell on Li Changsheng on the challenge arena, frowned and said, "are you the coach of Qingzhou fighting team?"

At the same time, the two strong men who followed Mr. song also cast their eyes.

Let Li Changsheng feel two murderous thoughts.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

Li Changsheng said coldly.

As soon as the other party came in and spoke, Li Changsheng knew that the other party was an enemy rather than a friend.

"Next song Yuanhang."

Hearing the name song Yuanhang, many people were surprised.

Even Wang Dongsheng and Wei Hu changed their faces slightly. Obviously, the other party was very famous.

But Li Changsheng just looked at him coldly, no matter who he was.

"Just now you said that there was nothing to question my student's competition results, and he should be disqualified?"

Li Changsheng asked coldly.

"Good."

Song Yuanhang nodded.

"If your student breaks the rules first, his competition results will be cancelled, which is in line with the provisions of the youth fight competition."

"Why?"

Li Changsheng asked again.

"With me, song Yuanhang is one of the founders of the National Youth College fighting competition."

"I see."

Li Changsheng could understand why everyone in the audience changed their looks as soon as the other party appeared.

The other party was one of the founders of the fight competition. Even Li Changsheng was slightly surprised by his high identity.

But the other party, as one of the founders, openly targeted the fighting team of Qingzhou University. Why on earth.

"Are you convinced now?"

Song Yuanhang looked proud.

With his level, he has the final say in the whole fight competition. He said he would cancel anyone's qualification and nobody could do it.

"I just want to know why?"

Li Changsheng had some curiosity in his eyes.

He didn't know each other, but the other party was clearly targeting him, which made him very confused.

"Quan Jianming, do you remember?"

Song Yuanhang's eyes showed some hatred.

Li Changsheng shook his head directly: "I don't remember or know any Quan Jianmin."

"Hum!"

Song Yuanhang snorted coldly.

"You say you don't know someone whose arm you broke."

"Break your arm?"

Li Changsheng suddenly thought of it.

"You mean Shen Donghai's bodyguard, what boxing champion Amin?"

"Hum! You finally remember that Amin is my student. You broke my student's arm and want your students to rank in the fighting competition I founded. Do you think it's possible?"

"I see."

Knowing the context of the matter, Li Changsheng now understands it.

Song Yuanhang is taking revenge on his apprentice.

"Ali, didn't you shout for revenge for your younger martial brother? Now the opportunity comes."

Song Yuanhang said to one of the strong men nearby.

But the strong man named Ali licked his mouth and showed some contempt in his eyes.

"I said to avenge younger martial brother, but I thought it was sacred to defeat younger martial brother. It turned out that he was just a hairy boy. He wasn't worth my shot."

"Younger martial brother went to the United States for treatment and called back to say that his arm was gone. At that time, I didn't believe that no matter how powerful a person is, he can discount his arm at most. If he doesn't hit it directly, I was thinking that he must have provoked some enemy because of gambling. He was cut off by someone and was afraid of being scolded by the master."

"With this young man, how can you defeat younger martial brother?"

Hearing what the apprentice said, song Yuanhang nodded.

"Although what you said is very reasonable, people should not judge by appearances. Since he can teach such a powerful apprentice, he defeated he Teng of Qingzhou Sports Institute just now, which shows that he still has strong strength."

Then he said to another disciple nearby, "ah Qiu, since your senior brother disdains to fight, go up and don't lose face for your teacher."

"OK."

The strong man came out and walked directly to the challenge arena.

After entering the challenge arena, he bowed to Li Changsheng Guangling and said, "in Xiaqiu Haifeng, since you have defeated my junior brother a Ming, I will find the arena for my junior brother according to the Jianghu rules."

This is the venue for the sub competition of the youth fight competition. At the moment, it is occupied to solve personal grievances. However, no one is dissatisfied because the other party is a disciple of song Yuanhang, who is one of the founders of the competition.

In many people's hearts, he is a figure who is about to be mythologized.

"Li Changsheng, aren't you angry about your apprentice's disqualification? As long as you accept my challenge, I can decide to restore your student's qualification. How about you? Dare you accept my challenge?"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

People around coaxed.

Wang Dongsheng and Wei Hu clenched their fists one after another.

Originally, like others, they worshipped song Yuanhang, a legendary figure in the martial arts industry, but they didn't expect that the other party would take revenge for public and private affairs.

If song Yuanhang challenges Li Changsheng personally, maybe they will worry about Li Changsheng, but one of song Yuanhang's disciples also wants to fight Li Changsheng. In their view, they clearly don't know how to live or die.

"The coach must teach him a good lesson."

Wei Hu said loudly.

"Yes, coach, let them know the end of offending my Qingzhou University fighting team."

Jin Wenwen also shouted.

"How about coach Li? Do you dare to fight? If you're afraid of losing face in front of the students, you can refuse, but you don't have to lead your students to participate in any competition. Get back to your Qingzhou."

Qiu Haifeng said coldly.

"And I'll find out how my younger martial brother didn't get his arm. If it has anything to do with you, that's it."

Then he stretched out his hand and patted it on the cement pile next to him. When he just photographed it, the pile was nothing different, but when he picked it up, the pile immediately cracked from the middle and broke to the ground.

Seeing this scene, there was a sound of cold breath in the field.

There is a steel bar in the cement pile. When the palm goes down, it doesn't touch the steel bar at all, and the steel bar is broken. It's terrible.

Qiu Haifeng looked at Li Changsheng coldly with a complacent look on his face.

This skill is very frightening. I believe that in the near future, the story about his skill will spread in the martial arts circle, and his prestige in the Jianghu will rise sharply at that time.

As for whether their masters and disciples will spread the fight team of Qingzhou university with their power, he doesn't care at all.

Martial artists are happy, grateful and resentful. People only care about who has better Kung Fu, and several people care about whether what they do is moral or not.

Such a thing as Wu De has long become worthless in today's society.