Burst!

Zhou Zhixue lay on the ground, clutching his chest, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, "You...... Are you?"

Swish!

Moment.

All eyes converged on Chen Ping's side, and in front of him, I don't know when, there was a stunning woman wearing a black leather coat, a hot and sexy body, and shoulder-length hair!

"Young master, he's so weak, and he's still a qigong master, it's all showmanship. ”

Seventeen hands around his chest, proud figure, directly made the men in the group swallow saliva.

Burst!

Zhou Zhixue spurted out another mouthful of blood, killing people and punishing his heart!

At this time, Chen Ping had already walked out, stood indifferently in front of Zhou Zhixue, and said coldly: "At the beginning, Mr. Zhou Changping came to visit me and asked me to learn the Zhou family's qigong, but I didn't expect to see his descendants today, and they were actually such goods." Have you forgotten your Zhou's family motto?!"

Scold!

This sentence made Zhou Zhixue deafening!

Uncle would actually visit him and ask him to learn the Zhou family's qigong?!

What nonsense is he talking about!

His uncle, Zhou Changping, is the only generation of qigong masters in China, and he is a genuine character!

In the martial arts world, it is for the country's name!

It's full of honor!

He is also the honorary president of the palace level of the National Art Association!

"Nonsense! My uncle, how could he give you such a good thing to visit!"

Zhou Zhixue was angry and got up from the ground with difficulty.

The chest and abdomen injuries are very serious, and I am afraid that I will not be able to motivate for several months.

Look at the person next to Chen Ping, who is still a young woman!

Zhou Zhixue instantly felt that he had lost his face.

Sure enough.

In the crowd, there were all kinds of discussions:

"What's the situation, isn't it a qigong master, why can't even a little girl be beaten. ”

"Hehe, Qigong is a fart! Blow! The current national art is all fake!"

"Don't forget the one who specializes in cracking down on fakes in the national art world, how many deceptive tricks have been exposed, I think this week's master is also fake!"

All kinds of discussions, mixed with a mocking tone, made Zhou Zhixue listen to it and almost vomit blood to death!

"Presumptuous! My Zhou family's qigong is fake! If you don't understand, don't talk about it!"

Zhou Zhixue was angry, turned around and yelled at passers-by.

"Hehe, you can't beat other little girls. Passers-by sneered.

"It's ridiculous! I, Zhou Zhixue, have learned real kung fu, how can you understand!"

Zhou Zhixue replied again.

"You can't beat someone's little girl. The passerby replied.

"I am an honorary expert of the Qigong Association, and an honorary professor of the Guoshu Association, and I am the eighteenth generation of the Zhou family's Qigong successor!"

Zhou Zhixue is really angry.

"You still can't beat someone's little girl. The passerby replied in the same way.

Burst!

Zhou Zhixue had a mouthful of old blood in his chest and vomited it completely.

Bai Ye and the others, looking at the seriously injured Zhou Lao at this moment, were all surprised, gathered around, and asked in a low voice, "Old Zhou, are you okay?"

Zhou Zhixue waved his hand and said, "It's no big deal, I just don't want to do anything to a girl, so I'm on the road." ”

Even when he said this, everyone still had a question.

Zhou Zhixue didn't want to deal with these people, but looked at Chen Ping with cold eyes, almost squeezed a sentence out of his throat, and asked, "Who are you!

Zhou Zhixue is almost sixty years old, his uncle, the previous head of the Zhou family, has now retired to the mountains and forests, and no longer asks about the world.

"Who am I?"

Chen Ping looked at Zhou Zhixue condescendingly, at this moment, his temperament became extremely sharp, and the whole person had a posture of being above everyone.

"My name is Chen Ping, you call back and ask Mr. Zhou Changping who I am. ”

Chen Ping said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Zhixue's heart was shocked, the corners of his eyes were cold, and he said: "Okay, I want to see what kind of rat you are, you dare to use my uncle's name to talk about things! If I find out that you are swaggering and cheating, you are ready to accept the wrath of the Zhou family!"

Tong Yan was startled when she heard this.

She had heard of the Guoshu Association, and she still knew about the various deeds of Mr. Zhou Changping.

Especially the Zhou family's power in China is very huge.

That's one of the rotating presidents of the World Wushu Association!

He is also a representative figure in the domestic national art circle, with authority and the right to speak!

Chen Ping provoked the Zhou family, wouldn't that be cool!

"Why don't you know how to advance and retreat, do you know what kind of existence the Zhou family is?

Tong Yan ran over, grabbed Chen Ping's arm, and looked at him with a cold face.

However.

Chen Ping still looked indifferent, and smiled: "It's okay, this matter is solved, I want to see you Mr. Chen." ”

Tong Yanjiao glanced at him with disgust and said, "If you can really solve it, I will take you to see Mr. Chen." ”

"Okay, that's a deal. ”

Chen Pingdao.

Here, Zhou Zhixue had already figured out his mobile phone, and quickly dialed Zhou Changping's phone, and the phone was connected, and an old voice came from the other end, which was quite tough, and asked, "Zhixue, what's the matter?"

"Uncle, I met an arrogant junior who said that you once came to visit him and invited him to learn my Zhou family's qigong. ”

Zhou Zhixue looked at Chen Ping with a cold look out of his eyes.

On the other end of the phone, in a villa near the lake in the mountains, an old man who has passed his prime, wearing a white Tai Chi suit, is playing Tai Chi to recuperate.

On the side, there was a bright girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in martial arts, who was learning in style.

The villa is surrounded by heavily guarded bodyguards.

These bodyguards are all real kung fu.

"Who?"

Zhou Changping, with a sparse and gray brow at the moment, smiled slightly, and continued to teach the girl.

He said his name was Chen Ping. Uncle, this kind of ignorant junior, dares to swagger and deceive under the reputation of our Zhou family, we can't let him go......"

Zhou Zhixue continued to say in a cold voice.

However, at this time, Zhou Changping was already stunned, and then scolded sharply: "Shut up! Where is the other person? Give him the phone!"

Zhou Zhixue was holding his mobile phone at the moment, his face was a little confused.

Uncle actually reprimanded him.

What's the situation?

But after thinking about it, could it be that the uncle wants to teach this arrogant junior a lesson himself?

In an instant, Zhou Zhi Xuele blossomed, with a cold smile on his face, he threw the mobile phone to Chen Ping, and said, "Boy, you're finished, my uncle is looking for you!"

Everyone saw this scene and held their breath.

They are not stupid, they have learned about the Zhou family and Zhou Changping through the information on the Internet.

That's a behemoth!

In front of such a family, Bai Ye is simply an ant.

Then, under the nervous gaze of everyone, Chen Ping indifferently took the mobile phone and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, how are you doing?"

Chen ...... Chen Shao? Are you really Chen Shao?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Changping was already excited and about to jump up!

However, he is old.

The bright girl on the side, Zhou Lingxuan, is Zhou Changping's great-granddaughter, eighteen years old, and she is also surprised at this moment.

It's the first time that the ancestor is so excited!

Who is on the other end of the phone, who can make the ancestor so gaffe.

Chen Shao?

Which Chen Shao?