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Chapter 859 The Cold Front Is Coming
After a brief conversation, this so-called competition to promote Chinese martial arts came to an end.

Many international students excitedly took photos with Yang Luo.

President Hu and several other elders also took pictures of Yang Luo. When they parted, President Hu also specially explained: "Xiao Yang, your attainment in martial arts is definitely not low. If you can tell the truth, you really Didn't you learn it?"

Yang Luo shook his head: "Really not."

President Hu frowned. Based on his 30 years of research on martial arts, Yang Luo's posture just now showed that he has practiced and has a solid foundation.

But how come you haven't learned it.

Should not be ah.

However, President Hu still kept these questions in his heart, and said to Yang Luo more appreciatively: "Xiao Yang, you have such high attainments in martial arts, do you ever think about coming to our martial arts association? Our martial arts association only needs to treat you systematically. I will train you in a more modernized way, and then take you on a world tour to promote Chinese martial arts, and you will definitely achieve great results, what do you think?"

When Yang Luo heard such words, his head exploded.

Quickly shook his head and said: "President, this time I am completely out of personal anger. As for how to use those martial arts moves, it may also be inspired by my potential. Regarding martial arts, I really have no idea. Besides, I I am a football player, and I have to renew my contract, I am afraid that I will disappoint your kindness."

Hearing that Yang Luo was due to a contract problem, he waved his hand: "Isn't it just a contract? If we break the contract, our martial arts association will bear it for you. Tell me, how much is the liquidated damages?"

Yang Luo pinched his fingers and calculated that his transfer fee was 2.5 million euros. According to the contract, if there was a breach of contract, he would have to bear ten times the price, which was 29 billion euros, equivalent to RMB 290 billion.

"290 billion RMB, that's about it." Yang Luo said.

"290 is not much, I can bear it for you personally," but as soon as he finished speaking, seeing Yang Luo's surprised eyes, President Hu was taken aback, grabbed Yang Luo's shoulder and shouted excitedly: "You How much, 290 billion? What kind of team is this, Yang Luo, you are not in a dark den, are you? "

puff.

Yang Luo almost spit out, this is the first person to say that Real Madrid is a black den.

"President Hu, maybe you don't know too well. You can check it online after you go back. The team I play for is called Real Madrid."

President Hu nodded, a little disbelieving. In his eyes, it is estimated that Yang Luo is probably a fabricated lie. There is no team with a liquidated damages of 290 billion. This is not a black den.

Don't come, don't come.

"How about this, I have the Zhang Wuxie application form here. After you fill it out, I will ask you to issue a certificate to you. Such a good seedling can be regarded as a member of the Wuxie. That's no problem, right?"

"No." Yang Luo turned around and filled out the application form, then handed the application form to the president.

Looking at the application form in his hand, the president shook his head: "What a wonderful seedling, what a pity."

Seeing the president leave with a few old men, the martial arts hall gradually became empty.

"Old Tang, it's time for me to say goodbye too, you should rest well,"

Elder Tang waved his hand, the medicine Yang Luo sprayed on him at the beginning, now he is much better, and he doesn't feel hurt at all.

And much more energetic.

"Thank you, Xiao Yang," Elder Tang was very happy. Today's Yang Luo really made the Chinese martial arts master look good, and he finally gained confidence.

And the most important thing is that the group of Chinese international students insisted on learning martial arts from him, and the tuition fee was easy to talk about, but he was able to recruit 40-50 disciples at once, which made Mr. Tang very happy.

He knew, thanks to Yang Luo.

But Yang Luo waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm also Chinese, what I should do, let's go."

After Yang Luo finished speaking, he turned and left.

But Yang Luo just took two steps when he was attracted by the voice next to him.

"Yang Luo, stay here."

Soon, a middle-aged man quickly caught up with Yang Luo, his face full of excitement.

It didn't matter if Yang Luo turned his head, seeing the person coming, he almost jumped up excitedly.

"Leng Feng...it's really you, Leng Feng." Yang Luo excitedly called out Wu Xiaojing's alias in the movie.

It's a really silly feeling of not being able to tell.

In the movie, Wu Xiaojing played the role of Leng Feng vividly and delicately, he can be regarded as a standard patriotic youth, and he also portrayed the image of Chinese soldiers in the form of this movie, which is really cool.

Although it was just a movie, Yang Luo admired Leng Feng in the movie from the bottom of his heart, so he was very excited when he saw Wu Xiaojing.

Wu Xiaojing was also excited. He was excited because when he saw Yang Luo KO Mesef just now, it was a standard combat learned in the army. In order to make this movie well, he stayed in the army for a long time. 24 months.

When Yang Luo came out, Wu Xiaojing was stunned. He was very familiar with this boxing technique, and he used it often in movies.

When I came here, I had checked Yang Luo's identity on the Internet. He was only 18 years old, and he hadn't even graduated from high school, let alone served in the army.

Therefore, Wu Xiaojing was very curious about where he learned his fighting skills.

But what Wu Xiaojing cares about now is not this, but the purpose of coming to Spain this time.

In a coffee house.

Yang Luo and Wu Xiaojing were sitting near the corner. Both of them were public figures, and neither of them wanted to be discovered by the outside media.

Moreover, Wu Xiaojing doesn't want to be discovered by the media, because it will be easy to be guessed by others. Once the cooperation is reached, there will be no fresh feeling.

Yang Luo has been agitated all the time, and has seen Wu Xiaojing since the sparring with Meserve just now.

So excited, so excited.

"Leng... No no, Brother Wu Xiaojing, why are you here? Are you here to film a movie?" Yang Luo asked curiously.

Wu Xiaojing smiled, held a glass of water and said, "Yang Luo, I'm here to find you."

"Looking for me?" Yang Luo could hardly believe his ears.

Wu Xiaojing handed the phone to Yang Luo. In the video, Yang Luo's clothes were already stained red with blood, and gunpowder smoke filled his back, and then he kicked a militant away.

That's right, this video is a picture of myself rescuing hostages in Africa.

Yang Luo returned the phone to the other party, and asked, "Angkor, tell me, as long as I can help you, just tell me."

In fact, Yang Luo was guilty when he said these words.

When I was in Africa back then, I copied Leng Feng's ability, and that's how I got the scene in the video just now.

Now, when the deity came, I always felt a little guilty.

Wu Xiaojing admired Yang Luo very much, looked him up and down, and said, "Have you studied martial arts?"

"No." Yang Luo shook his head.

Facing Wu Xiaojing, Yang Luo couldn't tell the secrets in his body, but the chatterbox was opened.

There must be many people in the outside world mistakenly think that I have learned martial arts, but I swear to God, I really did not. After speaking, Yang Luo pointed to the mobile phone on the table and said: "You can search my file, my family is not rich , When I was young, I didn’t get in touch with any specialty, even football, I didn’t receive formal training, what I said was the truth.”

Wu Xiaojing nodded: "I believe you."

(End of this chapter)