The Swiss franc was sure that none of the wines he had drunk before could compare to the one in front of him. He really couldn't have guessed that someone in Huaguo could make such a fine wine.

However, although this product doesn't find fault with wine, it begins to find fault with Zhao Changlan again. The best red wine I spent $50,000 to get turned out to be fake. But Zhao Changshu's three-no products were so good that he had a feeling that he was trampled under Zhao Changlan's feet.

In addition, what made him even more unhappy was that he found that Wu Feiling seemed to be getting more and more aggressive towards Zhao Changlan, and from time to time he stared at Zhao Changshu for a while.

Rui Lang's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a way to make Zhao Changshu make a fool of himself, so he immediately looked at Zhao Changshu and said, "I heard from my uncle that Mr. Zhao has both cultural relics." Mr. Zhao is a county magistrate at a young age, and he is proficient in many Chinese, and the text is not bad, I don't know how strong this martial arts can be, can he show us a hand," Rui Lang suddenly looked at Zhao Changshu and said.

Zhao Changshu listened to the words of the Swiss franc and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He had heard the Swiss franc say in person that he must disgrace himself. So Zhao Changshu has been on guard against him, how could he easily agree to him.

"Hehe, Uncle Wu said that is just a spur to the younger generations, how can he take it seriously. Zhao Changshu said with a smile.

"Haha, you Chinese people have a saying that excessive modesty equals pride. Can I interpret Mr. Zhao's modesty as pride," said Ru Lang, looking at Zhao Changshu with a look of pride on his face.

As soon as his words fell, he heard Wu Feiyu say beside him: "Hehe, I want to talk about Brother Zhao's kung fu." Brother-in-law, don't be unconvinced, don't look at the fact that you once participated in unrestricted free fighting in Europe and made it to the top ten. But I bet you're a big step behind Brother Zhao. At the beginning in Linhai City, Baiyun Province, Brother Zhao fought fifteen by himself, and all of those fifteen people were masters. As a result, in the end, Brother Zhao won and beat those people to cry and call his mother. ”

"No, seeing that Mr. Zhao is not tall, how can he have such combat power," said the Swiss franc in disbelief.

"Hey, it seems that if you don't let Brother Zhao show his hands, you won't believe my words. Brother Zhao, you will show your hands to everyone and open everyone's eyes. Wu Feiyu said to Zhao Changlan.

At this time, the others were already a little drunk, and they echoed Wu Feiyu's words, asking Zhao Changshu to show everyone a hand, and even Old Man Wu said with great interest: "When I was young, I fought with the devils of the island country with bayonets, and I used to deal with six devils at the same time by myself. I've never seen a fierce man fighting fifteen people by himself. Zhao Changlan, you can show us a hand. ”

"Old man, you don't know, Brother Feiyu praised me falsely just now, where do I have that strength," Zhao Changshu said with a smile.

"Okay, boy, others don't know your bottom, don't my old man know, I have long heard that Qian Zheng's kid praised you, don't hide it, show your hand to everyone, let me, an old man, also open his eyes." Old man Qian said.

Since the old man has talked about this, Zhao Changshu naturally refuses to excuse himself, and said with a smile: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll show you a small hand." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Changshu walked to a corner, leaned his whole body straight against the wall, and then slowly raised his right foot, all the way above the top, and his straight foot was also tightly pressed against the wall.

Then, Zhao Changshu put down his feet, collected his movements, and returned to his seat.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, originally everyone thought that Zhao Changshu would practice boxing for everyone in the south and north legs, but they didn't expect Zhao Changshu to say that he would show a small hand and show a small hand, just do a high leg lift and it will be over.

"This, that's the end," Wu Feiyu said as he looked at Zhao Changshu with wide eyes.

"Ah, it's over. Otherwise, Brother Wu still wants me to perform, don't underestimate my little hand, this is a test of basic skills. It's not something that ordinary people can do. Zhao Changshu said with a smile.

"I know ordinary people can't do it, but you're not an ordinary person. Wu Feiyu said with a smile. The Swiss franc next to him glanced at his mouth and said, "Cut, what ordinary people can't do." Not to mention those who practice martial arts, I am afraid that anyone who has practiced acrobatics or dance can do this movement. ”

After the Swiss franc finished speaking, without waiting for Zhao Changshu to refute, Wu Feiling, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said to him unceremoniously: "Don't stand and talk without backache." If you have the ability, you can also try it. ”

Listening to his girlfriend's tone, he had the intention of defending Zhao Changlan, and he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart, and his resentment towards Zhao Changlan became stronger, and he said in his heart: "Isn't it just a high leg lift, who can't do it, my brother guarantees that it is more standard than what he does." ”

Thinking of this, the Swiss franc immediately stood up and said, "Since you say so, then I will also help the old man and try it." ”

As he spoke, the Swiss franc walked to the corner of the wall where Zhao Changshu had just stood, and made an exact same movement as Zhao Changshu just now.

Mr. Swiss Franc is jealous, but he is worthy of being one of the top 10 fighters in Europe's unrestricted kickboxing, and he does have two brushes. Although this guy is tall and big, the whole action is very smooth and standard, not inferior to Zhao Changlan's action just now.

Mr. Swiss franc's performance was so successful that even the old man couldn't help but applaud him. Zhao Changshu also nodded secretly, and said secretly in his heart: "Don't look at this Mr. Shinji is a little arrogant, but the basic skills are indeed very good." ”

Swiss franc was proud in his heart and said: "Actually, this is a little juggling, and it does not represent personal strength. True fighting is the perfect combination of strength and skill. A fighting master must not only have fast hands, quick eyes, good basic skills, but also strength is very, very important. Juggling, ten fighters may not be as good as one acrobat, but if you talk about actual combat fighting, one move to defeat the enemy, I am afraid that twenty acrobats are not the opponent of one fighter. ”

The Swiss franc said this a little explicitly, and when he spoke, his eyes swept over Zhao Changshu from time to time, and everyone understood what he meant, he was saying that Zhao Changshu was a juggler.

If Zhao Yushan was here, I am afraid that he would have been unable to stand up and compete with the Swiss franc a long time ago, but Zhao Changshu only smiled slightly and said nothing. These years of officialdom experience

, making Zhao Changshu a lot more stable than before.

Zhao Changshu originally thought that the Swiss franc would be finished by himself, but he didn't expect that after this guy saw Zhao Changshu ignoring him, he thought that Zhao Changshu didn't take him in his eyes at all, so he was even more resentful of Zhao Changshu in his heart. He actually opened his mouth directly to challenge Zhao Changshu.

I only heard the Swiss franc say: "Mr. Zhao, you just performed a juggling hand, which opened our eyes. I don't know if you can perform real kung fu for us now,"

"Hehe, how do you want me to perform," Zhao Changshu saw that the Swiss franc was so ignorant of lifting, and the anger in his heart gradually rose. The heart said, boy, since you want to embarrass your brother, you have to let your brother remember it longer.

"As I said earlier, fighting is the perfect combination of strength and skill. Would you like to compete with me, Mr. Zhao, let's have a game that you Chinese people often play, and wrestle your wrists," said Swiss franc with a smile on his face.

Wu Yingxiong frowned and was about to stop it, but he heard the old man Wu who was sitting on the top seat shouting happily: "Okay." That's a good idea. Speaking of wrestling wrists, I think no one in the barracks was my opponent back then. You two will compete now, and let my old man see who is better. ”

As soon as the old man spoke, Wu Feiyu and Wu Feiling below also applauded. When Wu Yingxiong saw it, he simply didn't stop it, just let them compare. Anyway, just wrestling your wrists won't make any mess.

Zhao had no choice but to agree to the challenge.

Lin Hao had already volunteered to bring a small coffee table from the living room. Zhao Changshu and Swiss Lang squatted at opposite ends of the small coffee table, and everyone left their seats, surrounding the two of them, waiting for the two to start the game.

Wu Yingxiong only frowned when he saw it, and said in his heart that the old man's eightieth birthday this year is unique. What is worrying is that this Swiss franc seems to be on the same page as Zhao's spear, and I hope it doesn't make any mess.

The Swiss franc vigorously rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing his hairy arm, and then put his right elbow on the solid wood coffee table with a "snap", and stretched out his thick and powerful hand to Zhao Changlan. At the same time, he swept his contemptuous eyes towards Zhao Changlan.

As one of the top 10 fighters in Europe's unrestricted free martial arts rankings, the Swiss franc doesn't look up to Zhao Changshu at all, or he has never looked at Chinese martial arts. In his eyes, Chinese martial arts are all soft hands and feet, like juggling, and it is okay to watch, but if it is used to fight, it is too bad.

Although he also respects Mr. Bruce Lee, in his eyes, the Jeet Kune Do created by Mr. Bruce Lee is closer to Western fighting techniques and does not represent the traditional Chinese martial arts at all.

Zhao Changshu looked at the Swiss franc's contemptuous eyes, a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and gently held the Swiss franc's fat right hand.

Lin Hao looked at Zhao Changshu and then at the Swiss franc, and couldn't help but be secretly worried about Zhao Changlan. Zhao Changshu is 1.78 meters tall, which is not short anymore, but the Swiss franc is a head taller than him. And this guy's arm is almost thicker than Zhao's arm. The sight is full of power.

Although Lin Hao knew that Zhao Changlan's strength was extraordinary, and his kung fu was quite good, but now the two of them were a pure contest of strength, and they could not be opportunistic at all. Zhao Changshu is probably not the opponent of this Frenchman.

In fact, many people present had the same opinion as Lin Hao, and they didn't think that Zhao Changshu could beat Mr. Swiss franc. However, they were not worried about Zhao Changshu. They have a different mentality from Lin Hao, Lin Hao was brought by Zhao Changlan, he is desperate to stand with Zhao Changlan, for him, the Swiss franc is a pure outsider, and it is good to lose to him.

The rest of the Wu family was different, although they welcomed the arrival of Zhao Changshu and also found the Swiss franc to be a bit aggressive. But after all, the Swiss franc is the quasi-aunt of the Wu family, and it is likely to become a part of the Wu family in the future. So emotionally, they would prefer the Swiss franc to win