Every place where humans gather has a level of high and low, and where there are people, there are martial arts and lakes. The same is true for the Tang Dynasty Club. The difference between status is, first, in terms of qualifications and connections, and second, in terms of strength and ability. Wei Guoguang belongs to the second type. When he came to Datang to seek a job with two championship certificates a few years ago, he was immediately regarded as a guest of honor by his boss, a local, and a national champion. At that time, the boss offered a top salary for the Tang Dynasty Club. Because of this income, Wei Guoguang also bought a suite in a few years and finally no longer had to squeeze with his parents. Therefore, the interests of the Tang Dynasty are his interests, and the face of the Tang Dynasty is his face.

Fencing Hall C is on the east side and Hall A is on the west side. Soon, Wei Guoguang pushed open the door of Hall A, followed by a large group of people who were afraid of the world's chaos. For these wealthy and idle people, there was nothing more exciting than choosing a game, which added great fun to their idle life. Several strong security guards followed in, all of whom were veterans. In the Tang Dynasty, ordinary people could not make trouble.

Fencing Hall C did not have the riots as expected. There were not many people at this point, but the group of people who were provoking trouble dominated three swords and were yelling and fighting on it. This made Lao Yang, the manager who has always claimed to be an elegant place, feel a little embarrassed. He stood aside and was helpless.

There were about 7 or 8 people who were provoking trouble, most of whom were 17 or 8 years old and were rebellious and causing trouble. When you think about it, you can see that it was nothing more than a group of rich second generations, and the second generation of officials were looking for excitement here. Seeing the large number of people outside the door coming in, they were not afraid. With a provocative whistle, a 25 or 6-year-old young man walked out. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, tall, wearing a fencing suit, and carrying a helmet. It seemed that this was the so-called professional master.

"This friend, the Tang Dynasty opened the door to welcome guests. Everyone came here and enjoyed our service. If there is anything wrong with doing it, even if my friends raised it, the guests here are not just you. I don't need to say more about the rules you should have..." Wei Guoguang's voice was not small, not only the young people in front of him, but also the group of half-grown children who were jumping away.

"You guys are not a country bumpkin. You don't need to say anything about the rules. We know that the annual card of 200,000 yuan is really lazy to come a few times a year. What a big deal..." The person who spoke was a boy with red hair dyed, and his companions around him laughed, "But this day is a special day. Datang dares to claim to be the first in Binhai. He must show some strength to let us see. If it is all the level of those old men just now, then the 200,000 yuan is really unfair..."

Wei Guoguang glanced at him and several coaches in Department A, including Wu Yanan, who called him, looked embarrassed. No need to ask. It is obvious that these people were dealt with just now. All of them were from professional teams, but they could not achieve results and retired to earn money. These old men are average in strength, and they have been comfortable and neglected to exercise over the years. It is not surprising that they were slapped in the face.

"Xie Dongjin, who are you, my friend?" The tall young man was very calm, but he did not look arrogant as a little brat.

"Wei Guoguang, the fencing coach of the Tang Dynasty." Since he was a child, he has never been a person who talked a lot. If he could, he would rather speak with a sword.

"Friend Wei, I'll do it. The little brothers are a little erratic, don't mind." Jie Dongjin looked at the middle-aged uncle in front of him, and felt a little unsure. "Can you talk? I heard that there are several coaches in the Tang Dynasty who are good fencing players in Binhai. Dongjin takes the liberty... I want to ask for advice one by one, but I don't know..."

"There is no need to find them, I will win." He saw it very clearly in his heart. The young man in front of him seemed polite, but in fact he was proud of himself. He said that the little brothers were making trouble, and he really wanted to show his holy presence in front of others. He was the one who hit the reputation of the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, if he wanted to find experts to compete with him, there were many people in the coastal fencing team. Why go to this place to find these out-of-date athletes who have already retired?

As for the reason, he was lazy to ask, after years of hardening his life, this matter could not move him. "Although it is not a matter of being a Tang Dynasty, at least my friends give face. Let's do this. We rely on our true strength to eat this bowl of rice. If I win, just pretend that this has never happened. Brothers should play and abide by the rules. If I lose, my membership card will be fully refunded. Then, each subsidy of 50,000 yuan is considered a favor to everyone. Lao Yang, what do you say?"

"No problem, if Coach Wei is the words of Datang..." As the club manager, Lao Yang is very few people who know Wei Guoguang's past strength. The coach of the Tang Dynasty came and went around. After 7 or 8 years, he had changed several times. Wei Guoguang is a low-key person. He had not known the foundation of the national champion when he joined the company. Since it is impossible to lose, he must make the game full.

"Okay, Wei's friend is straightforward, but I'm not a man who is short of money. No one is watching the 50,000 yuan fast money, and the membership card is not required to be refunded. My buddy never asks for a follow-up account after spending money. But, if I win by chance, Datang would have to set up a table for him in Lishunde at night, isn't that too much?" Jie Dongjin knew very well that Datang could not pay and bow his head. What he wanted was a name, and the young people behind him shouted even more excitedly, asking Datang, the number one in the coastal coast, to set up a wine to admit defeat. This is a very shameful thing to say.

"As long, you talk about the rules." Wei Guoguang's Gujing Bubo was not in his eyes. In China, except for the top national team players, he really didn't take the other ones to his eyes. He used to be a top player only because of his physical reasons. Although he could not exercise much in recent years, he never gave up maintaining more training than ordinary people. At the age of 37, he is the best age for a man, and he is not old yet.

"21 points, heavy sword, no rest, no referee." Jie Dongjin said very simply. 21 points means who will win 21 first. If the strength of both sides is close, then they may fight 3 or 40 times. No rest means giving up the rest time commonly used in the international arena and distinguish winning or losing in one breath. The referee is to determine the outcome by turning on the lights and not referees. Jie Dongjin's erection is selfish. He is young, 25 or 6 years old, which is the heyday of physical strength. The uncle on the opposite side is not as good as his physical strength. Even if he is good at skills, he will be exhausted.

"Okay." The two of them didn't say much, and each prepared their own equipment.

The heavy sword, the total length of the sword, 90 cm in the sword body, the sword weighs 770 grams, and the triangular shape is the heaviest sword among the three fencing methods. Don’t underestimate this mere 1 and a half pounds of weight. When you hold this 1 and a half pounds and stab at the sword with all your strength, constantly advancing and retreating at high speed. You may have to attack and defend for dozens of rounds in one win or defeat. You need to do your best in every round, which requires very high physical strength requirements for athletes.

Wei Guoguang was warming up carefully beside the sword path, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He originally tended to decide the outcome of the 11 sword. His physical strength was fine. The heart was in trouble, but since his opponent proposed a 21 sword, he was not easy to object. Although he was peaceful and less arguing with others, his inner pride did not retreat due to his age, but instead became more sharp.

The crowd around him was automatically divided into two factions, and the 7 or 8 young people were the fewer people. The members basically stood on Wei Guoguang's side. After all, after spending a long time together, people are always willing to support people they are more familiar with, but it has nothing to do with strength. He has been in the Tang Dynasty for so many years and rarely takes action. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that his opponent is too scumbag.

"Coach Wei is mighty, give them some color to show them, so that they know what it means to have someone outside of the world. You must win..." Huang Xiaoya showed off her orchid finger and cheered her up.

"Barring, what does it mean to win? Is there any suspense for Xiao Wei to win? I will kill him directly 21; 0. I, Zuo, please look forward to you. After that, everyone will go to Yanyunfang for a seafood steak, and I will treat you." Fatty Zuo's broken voice was very penetrating. Seeing his fierce face with a fierce face, the young people dared not flake their wings even if they were dissatisfied. Those who could come to this place to consume were rich, powerful, and prominent people, and the young people were not stupid.
Chapter completed!