"The phone number of the vice president of the Wushu Association?"

The several museum owners on the side were stunned when they heard Song Yang's name to each other, and their faces were filled with shock. They really didn't expect that the vice president of the Wushu Association would contact them in person.

I am really flattered! "Vice President Xu, is there anything you have to do with me?"

Song Yang reacted from the shock just now and asked.

Xu Guan smiled slightly and said, "Master Song, I heard that the Chinese Martial Arts Hall is in difficulty in developing in Tokyo and is often excluded by the Karate Hall. The president asked me to revitalize Chinese Martial Arts. Therefore, my Martial Arts Association plans to create a Martial Arts Association force in the Tokyo area first, hoping to get the support of all compatriots."

Hearing this, Song Yang was even more surprised. He never expected that the expansion of the Chinese Martial Arts Association was so fast that after becoming the overlord of China, he was ready to start expanding overseas forces.

This is to spread the title of the Martial Arts Association all over the world.

"Vice President Xu, we all hope that Chinese martial arts can become famous overseas as soon as possible. However, the island country still has the world of karate in terms of martial arts. They even want to drive out our Chinese martial arts halls. It is probably a bit difficult to create a martial arts association in this place."

Song Yang said in a worried tone.

"Haha, it's okay, I called this time, just for this."

Xu Guan chuckled and said, "Tomorrow, I and another vice president of the Wushu Association will rush to Tokyo, and we will discuss it in detail at that time."

"Okay, welcome to both of you."

Song Yang nodded immediately, and a strong expectation arose in his heart.

As long as the Wushu Association sends people here, they should be able to temporarily escape from the predicament.

When he hung up the phone, Song Yang was still full of excitement. Xu Guan's call was like a life-saving straw, which made him very excited.

"Lord Song, the person who called just now is really the vice president of the Wushu Association?"

The others asked immediately, their faces full of curiosity.

Song Yang nodded and said, "I think, with the current status of the Wushu Association in China, no one dared to pretend to be the vice president of the Wushu Association."

Several owners nodded one after another. It seems that the Martial Arts Association is now the overlord of China. If anyone dares to pretend to be the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, he will be tired of living.

"I didn't expect that with the current status of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, I am willing to help our small martial arts clubs. Such a mind is really admirable."

Song Yang couldn't help but sigh that now is the moment when they are in danger. The Chinese Martial Arts Association has helped them. For them, it is like a long drought and rain. It is really important.

"I just don't know if the Wushen Association can help us get out of danger."

Several of the museum owners looked at each other, but they were still worried.

After all, the Wushu Association is only in China, and this place is overseas and other people's territory. It is still unknown whether they can escape the disaster.

"Owner!"

At this time, a member of the martial arts school rushed over, his eyes turned to Song Yang, and said anxiously: "Master, someone is coming outside."

"who?"

Song Yang raised his eyebrows lightly and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

The disciple gritted his teeth and replied in a trembling tone: "The owner of the Suohe Dojo, Miyamoto Takeno."

"What?

!”

Hearing this name, Song Yang and others changed their expressions and their brows frowned.

They naturally knew the origin of Takeno Miyamoto. The other party was the owner of the Shanghe Daoguan, and was also a very powerful master. They were arrogant and always respected karate and did not take other martial arts seriously. They even expressed their disdain for Chinese martial arts.

It is also Miyamoto Takeno who has been threatening to expel all Chinese martial arts schools in Tokyo, and even made some remarks about it.

"Things like embroidered pillows are not worthy of being compared with supreme fighting techniques like karate!"

The remarks caused a lot of heated discussion at that time, and many people were shocked by Takeno Miyamoto's words. After all, before that, although those who practice karate did not take Chinese martial arts seriously, it was the first time that they had seen them blatantly letting Chinese martial arts get out of Tokyo.

This also caused dissatisfaction among many Chinese people. The owners of several martial arts schools were even more indignant and wanted to beat Miyamoto Takeno to make him swallow these words.

During this period, a museum owner was furious and challenged Miyamoto Takeno.

Unfortunately, it failed in the end. The owner was also seriously injured and is still lying in the hospital.

After this incident, the other Chinese martial arts owners also realized the strength of Miyamoto Takeno and did not dare to provoke easily. However, they did not expect that the other party became more and more arrogant, and even came to the door this time.

Obviously, this is an uninvited guest.

"This Miyamoto Takeno is simply too deceiving!"

Several of the hall owners clenched their fists and were extremely angry.

Song Yang also frowned, saying that the other party was going to kill him.

"Owner Song, what should I do?"

A museum owner asked.

Song Yang was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Since Miyamoto Takeno has come to the door, if we avoid it, we will inevitably be ridiculed for being timid and afraid of things."

"Yes, we must not lose the face of the Chinese!"

The rest of the people focused on the key points. Although the other party was strong, they, as descendants of Yan and Huang, must not admit defeat.

Song Yang nodded slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Follow me to see the guests."

After saying that, he led everyone out.

Outside the martial arts hall.

A group of men in white Taoist uniforms stood together, with about twenty or thirty people, each of whom was tall and burly, and exuded a strong aura all over his body.

Standing at the front was a middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing a white Taoist robe with a black belt. Standing there quietly like an iron tower, exuding a sense of awe.

This person is the owner of the Suohe Gate, Miyamoto Takeno.

At the same time, he is also a top expert in the 9th karate black belt.

Karate is like Taekwondo, with the black belt as the highest rank, which is divided into one to ten sections, and ten sections are the strongest. However, those who can reach this level are generally master-level figures, and it is difficult to find one out of millions of people.

Takeno Miyamoto, now only about forty years old, has reached the ninth stage of the Black Belt, only one step away from the highest level. It can be seen that his strength is indeed very impressive.

This is true. Takeno Miyamoto is already the top karate world in the island country. He has participated in many domestic and international competitions, but has never lost. He is a recognized karate master.

It was under his leadership that Shanghe Gymnasium became the most prestigious gym in the island country and was extremely authoritative.

Takeno Miyamoto is extremely high-profile. Because of his strong strength, he never takes other opponents seriously and even sneers at Chinese martial arts.

In his eyes, only karate is the most powerful martial arts in the world, and the rest are just small-scale fights and difficult to make a difference.

Takeno Miyamoto's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest, and a faint rebellious look on his face.

Many members of the Yaohua Martial Arts Pavilion around looked at this scene and looked at each other with a very solemn expression, but no one dared to provoke.

"The owner is here."

After a while, a sound of footsteps sounded and everyone looked at them. Seeing Song Yang and several other pavilion owners coming quickly, they breathed a sigh of relief.

When Miyamoto Takeno heard this, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Song Yang and others with a playful look.

"Mr. Miyamoto, I wonder what it takes to do when you come to my Yaohua Martial Arts Hall?"

When Song Yang saw Miyamoto Takeno bringing so many people to come, he was very aggressive and frowned slightly, but he did not show any dissatisfaction. He hugged his fists and asked straight to the point.

Takeno Miyamoto smiled faintly and said, "You are the owner of Yaohua Martial Arts Hall, Song Yang?"

“That’s right.”

"Haha, that's right."

Takeno Miyamoto nodded and said, "If I remember correctly, I said about a month ago that I hope all Chinese martial arts schools in Tokyo will leave here. Now more than a month later, you still dare to open a museum to teach here. It seems that you don't take my words to heart."

Song Yang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Miyamoto, we have opened a lecture, it seems that it has not affected you, right?"

"No, it's affected."

Takeno Miyamoto shook his head and said seriously: "Your Chinese martial arts are just fancy moves. If you keep appearing on our territory, it will sooner or later lower our level. So I think it's better for you to leave as soon as possible to avoid humiliating yourself."

"Miyamoto Takeno, don't go too far!"

When he heard this, several other museum owners were immediately angry.

Flirting and embroidering legs?

Reduce grade?

This guy is too arrogant! His Chinese martial arts have been passed down for thousands of years and are profound. Martial arts such as karate and taekwondo have evolved from Chinese martial arts.

In other words, Chinese martial arts is the ancestor of various other martial arts! Miyamoto Takeno's words were simply bullying his master and destroying his ancestors! Song Yang also frowned. He studied Chinese martial arts for many years and has always been proud of being an ancient martial artist, but now he is so humiliated, it is really unbearable.

"What, am I wrong?"

Seeing Song Yang and others angry, Miyamoto Takeno smiled indifferently and said, "If you think there is something wrong with what I said, okay, then show your real skills. I want to see if Chinese martial arts, is it an embroidered pillow?"

"Damn it, I'm fighting with you!"

A museum owner named Wu Tong couldn't bear it anymore. His temper was already hot, and now he was bullied over his head. How could he swallow this?

Gripping his teeth, Wu Tong clenched his fists, shouted angrily, rushed towards Takeno Miyamoto, and suddenly punched out.

"Haha, overestimate one's own abilities."

Seeing this, Takeno Miyamoto looked plain and sneered in disdain.
Chapter completed!