Chen Xin followed the address to a high-rise building near the school, the lowest floor was the business hall of Minsheng Bank, and it took a turn to find the elevator to enter the upper floor.

The Chen family's martial arts hall is on the sixth floor, and after entering, except for the fitness club next door, there is only one store on this floor.

On the wall outside, there are several big characters carved in stone, "Chen's Martial Arts Hall", which looks like a strong pen and quite charming.

He pushed the door in, and the first thing he saw was a young man in a centipede-buttoned horse coat on the smooth wooden floor, boxing there.

A circle of onlookers, dressed like him, applauded.

Some people patted their ass: "It is worthy of being the son of the hall owner, Xiaolong's gossip boxing is already decent! I really can't imagine that he only learned this set of boxing techniques the next day, what a genius!"

"That's right! In time, we will definitely become a master like the hall master! Our Chen Clan Martial Arts Hall will definitely become famous!"

A group of people were patting rainbow farts there, and Chen Xin saw that no one cared about him for a long time, so he coughed dryly and knocked on the door with his finger to make a sound.

"Who?"

Only then did these disciples pay attention, especially Chen Long, who was boxing, immediately stopped what he was doing, gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Xin, what do you want to do when you come to our martial arts hall?"

Chen Xin shrugged his shoulders: "Do you think I have nothing to do and want to come? If it weren't for your Lao Tzu begging hard, I wouldn't be interested in coming to this kind of place where I can only teach three-legged cat kung fu!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Speak wildly, do you kid want to be taught?"

The people who practiced boxing in this group of martial arts gyms were usually brave and ruthless, and they could stand this kind of ridicule, and they rolled up their sleeves and surrounded Chen Xin one by one.

Chen Xin didn't care about this, these people were no different from chicks in his opinion, and their threat was not even as good as that of an underground force.

But since they kicked their noses in the face, Chen Xin didn't mind teaching a lesson, and relaxed his mood by the way.

At this time, a wooden door against the wall opened to both sides.

An old but energetic voice rang out: "Stop!"

Behind the door came an old man with gray hair, dressed in the same style as the others, but black, and loose cotton trousers of the same black underneath.

Although the old man had gray hair and looked old-fashioned, his backbone was straight, the muscles on his body still looked scary, and there was not the slightest fat on his lower abdomen.

There seemed to be a trace of electric light in his eyes, and after looking at Chen Xin's body, he sneered and said, "Your Excellency, as an external martial artist, why should you be like these ordinary disciples?"

Chen Xin was staring at a plaque with gold characters on a black background above the wooden door, which was also carved in traditional characters, and the four big characters "Chen's Martial Arts Hall" did not look as energetic as the one outside the door.

Listening to the old man's words, he shook his head and said, "I never knew what kind of foreign martial artist. And if I do this, aren't your children and grandchildren disciples taking the initiative to provoke death?"

"I know that I am a master, and I dare to come to the door to find death, I really admire the mentality of these people!"

The old man snorted coldly: "What a lot of anger, I didn't expect you to be young, not only are you good at skill, but even your temper is so great!"

"The first thing for martial artists is to cultivate martial virtues, otherwise the more powerful they are, the more harmful they will be!"

"The elders in your family didn't teach you this, and today the old man will teach you how to behave instead of them!"

As he spoke, he stepped away and put on a posture.

Chen Xin rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, what are you doing with so much nonsense? If you have kung fu and are strong, it is better to think about how to end up if you lose for a while!"

"I'm angry too!" The old man originally wanted Chen Xin to strike first, not because he was polite and knew how to love the young, but simply because he learned this kung fu and was better at making a preemptive move.

It's just that he was so ridiculed by Chen Xin, if he was still indifferent and spit on himself, then these disciples under him would make trouble.

These people are leeks who are the main owners, and they must not be separated from themselves.

So he shouted, and he took a step beyond Chen Xin's face door is a black tiger heart.

"Tsk!" Chen Xin shook his head and complained, "I thought it was such a great character, but it turned out to be Wang Baquan!

"You!" The old man was so angry that his face trembled, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a little, and at the same time, his left paw was secretly buckled, and a pair of old eyes stared at Chen Xin's shoulders on both sides.

He only waited for Chen Xin to dodge this move and then took advantage of the situation to attack it, and used his family inheritance to defeat him in one move, and at the same time, he had to be injured internally without knowing it.

Although it may not be fatal, it can be used to abolish this promising junior, so as to show the ability of the Chen family.

Chen Xin was too lazy to play these bells and whistles with him, with the suppression of his strength, he could make a miracle and drop ten times with one force.

Facing the old man's fist, he didn't care about holding it with a palm, the surface was calm, but in fact, the surging force in the secret was not at all pressure in front of him.

Even with a little force, you can hear the creaking sound of a fist in the palm of your hand, which is the sound of a bone protesting under the weight of the weight.

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and his left paw didn't care about the previous plan, and immediately struck at Chen Xin's eyes like lightning.

Chen Xin sneered: "All the bells and whistles!"

He pulled hard, and the old man's still sturdy body was already involuntarily dragged off the ground by him for a while.

Then the ordinary person hit him with a knee, and the old man who was still in his hands immediately spit out a pile of yellow water.

His strength is similar to Qin Hai's, and he should have the strength of the peak of external strength, but compared to Qin Hai's movement of demolishing houses and destroying houses at every turn, the old man's methods are more vicious and obscure, and he doesn't seem to be aggressive.

For Chen Xin, both of them are rookies, and it is difficult to tell which dish is more level, anyway, they are all one-trick solutions.

He shook his hand, threw the old man to the ground, and shook his head with a sneer: "Waste is waste! Isn't it good to stay honestly in one's own one-acre and three-point field?

The old man's face was distorted while holding his lower abdomen, but he had already understood that this young man's strength was not something he could cope with at all.

He gasped and asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's honorable name, when did my Chen Clan's martial arts hall offend a person like you?"

Chen Xin showed a hint of surprise: "You don't even know?

As he spoke, he looked at Long Chen, who was watching from the sidelines.

Chen Longzheng opened his mouth wide in disbelief and looked at his grandfather, who had never lost in his impression, to lose in the hands of Chen Xin, and when he heard him say this, he immediately shook his head again and again: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!"