"Fool, Mr. Zhenfan is Bruce Lee. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Xiu is teasing you. Zhang Tong laughed out loud.

"Ah, didn't Bruce Lee die when he was in his seventies?Wang Xiu, how could you have learned boxing with him, and Sister Chen said that the realm of Jeet Kune Do's national arts, it seems, it seems to be ......" Wang Chao wanted to speak and stopped, seeing that Wang Xiu was practicing Jeet Kune Do, and he might be a Bruce Lee fan, so he said half of the words.

Wang Xiu smiled indifferently: "There is nothing to deny about this, we don't need to deify Bruce Lee, in the seventies and eighties, Westerners were very discriminatory against the Chinese, but Bruce Lee's appearance shocked them, Bruce Lee's real deification part is his spirit, not his national art realm, it is he who has changed the views of Westerners with his own strength, this is what makes us reverent." ”

"What you're trying to say is that his Jeet Kune Do realm isn't very high, right? ”

Wang Chao nodded: "Yes, please forgive me for offending Bruce Lee a little by saying this, according to Sister Chen, people in the national arts community in Hong Kong know that Bruce Lee was still at the peak of dark energy before his death, so Jeet Kune Do can only be practiced to the dark energy stage, of course, Bruce Lee in the same realm is said to be invincible, and Sister Chen also said that Mr. Bruce Lee has defeated more than once the master of chemical strength...... But the essence of the national art is that the higher the realm, the stronger the combat effectiveness, and the health, but unfortunately, he died suddenly, according to the speculation of the national art community in Hong Kong, his sudden death is very likely to be caused by the failure of the breakthrough and the strength into the brain. ”

After Wang Chao recalled Tang Zichen's words at that time, he sighed: "Sister Chen also said that if Bruce Lee could break through the strength alive back then, the horror would have broken through to the unfathomable realm by now, I didn't know what this unfathomable realm was before, but now that I think about it, with Sister Chen's respectful look, at least it should be Bao Dan." ”

Wang Xiu immediately laughed: "What's more, it's not just Bao Dan, Mr. Zhenfan, he has already cultivated to the realm of seeing God is not bad, as long as he doesn't want to die, take good care of it, and live for another hundred years is not a problem." ”

"Really?" Wang Chao was pleasantly surprised: "It would be great if I could ask him for advice." ”

"Really, don't lie to you, I learned boxing with him for a year, and I was also tested by that guy and was electrocuted, you don't know, how miserable I am......"

Wang Chao was skeptical, Wang Xiu didn't seem to be joking at all when he said this, but Bruce Lee was indeed admitted to be dead, why would he say it...... Is it impossible to say that he cheated to death? Impossible, this is not the plot of a martial arts novel, why did Bruce Lee cheat death.

"Wang Xiu, is Bruce Lee cheating to death?"

"No, in this world, he should really be dead. ”

"Then how do you say that you learned boxing with him......"

"Is enough of you two?"

Zhang Tong saw that Wang Xiu's more and more outrageous it became, and interjected with some anger: "You two are enough! Bruce Lee has been dead for so many years, and making fun of him is disrespectful to him, don't say it again." There is also Wang Xiu, you learned Mr. Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, and just now you said not to deify him, and now you are talking like this, you are disrespectful. At the very least, we must maintain the most basic respect for our ancestors! This is the bottom limit, whether it is deified or demonized. ”

Wang Xiu shrugged when he heard this, and stopped talking, believing it or not, anyway, what I said was true.

After Zhang Tong left, Wang Chao couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked like a cat scratching: "Wang Xiu, Zhang Tong has left, tell me quickly, is it true that you said that you and Mr. Zhenfan have studied Jeet Kune Do for a year? Aren't you joking with me?"

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who makes such jokes casually?" Wang Xiu asked rhetorically.

"But, but, isn't he, already dead in '73?"

"I didn't say it's Bruce Lee of this world......" Wang Xiu said the answer lightly.

"What? what do you mean?" Wang Chao was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the hospital bed.

That's what it means literally. ”

"Could it be that there is another world of Bruce Lee......"

"Yes, Bruce Lee in parallel time and space, Mr. Zhen Fan in the other world did not die, and lived the day of 73 years. ”

"The theory of parallel space-time, you are a high school student, you should know this theory. ”

"Hasn't that never been proven? Isn't it just a theory?"

"Then before you met Tang Zichen, did you know the national arts? Before you met me, did you know that there really was a fireball technique in this world?

"Young man, the truth of this world is far beyond your imagination, you may wonder why I found you, then I will tell you the truth, your existence is to me what another living Bruce Lee means to you. ”

"And I, a time traveler, came to this world, in addition to really drawing comics and learning national arts, I also have another purpose, that is...... Open the door for you to see a new world!"

Wang Xiu stretched out his hand and grabbed it fiercely in front of Wang Chao's eyes, and a small fireball swirled and extinguished in the palm of his hand, illuminating Wang Chao's eyes and opening up Wang Chao's new world......

Lao Tzu has already abducted Zuo Wei, and if you try to kidnap a Wang Chao again, why not!

……

Since that time Wang Xiu and Wang Chao leaked the secrets, half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, Wang Chao's injuries have all recovered, this period of time, Wang Chao did not waste time when recuperating from injuries, every day Zhang Tong sent food and medicinal food, Wang Xiu accompanied, drawing cartoons, and the three of them used chopsticks as swords with each other, stabbing and exercising, which made Wang Chao's wrists and fingers more and more flexible.

Zhang Tong benefited a lot, Wang Xiu also learned the thirteen potentials of swordsmanship, and even used it in painting skills, the newly drawn comics, more of a trace of sword sharpness, more of a bit of momentum charm, Wang Xiu slightly realized, sure enough, if you want to draw a good national art comics, how can you do it if you don't know how to do it.

On this day, when Wang Chao used his fingers to make a sword again, between rising, collapsing, bending and bouncing, the strength was like a sword qi to drive the crisp sound in the air, obviously refining Ming Jin's kung fu to his fingers.

With a flick of his fingers, the other person also used his fingers to make a sword, and the two of them were in touch, one was a sword, one was a pen, a sword was like a rainbow, like a dragon, and a paintbrush was like the sky, depicting the sky and the earth.

The real dragon soars in the heaven and earth, raging and roaring, the hidden dragon dives into the abyss, accumulates tens of millions of potential, soars into the sky, and breaks through the world of the painting cage.

Crackle! Crackle! Two crisp sounds, two sword fingers touched, and the winner was divided.

Wang Xiu snorted, retracted in pain, and was broken by Wang Chao's sword finger.

"Hey, Wang Chao, you are also light, so hard, you almost ruined my guy's meal. Wang Xiu stretched out his fingers, which were already purple and red, obviously not lightly injured.