Fang Ze showed his hands in a row, which made Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan shake a little.

Letting the chair move out of thin air can be said to be pulled by a mechanism, but making a teapot fly in front of the two of them, and then pouring a cup of tea for each of them, doesn't look like magic at all.

After all, the principle of any magic trick is a blinding method, and in the scene just now, people have clearly put things in front of your eyes, and there is no way to do it by blinding the eyes alone.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is really an old monster who has lived for many years?

Fang Ze looked at Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan who were still hesitant and couldn't believe it, but he didn't feel surprised. After all, normal people must encounter this kind of thing, and they must not believe it.

But Fang Ze didn't need to make them completely convinced, it was enough to make them doubt. Anyway, Fang Ze said that he had lived for hundreds of years, even if they didn't believe it, but before they found evidence that Fang Ze was really just a young man in his twenties, they could only pinch their noses and recognize it.

As for asking someone afterwards, Fang Ze's identity must be kept secret by the state now, not to mention anything else, just the files that are scattered outside must have all been cleaned up.

Second, even if he knew that Fang Ze had a father and a mother, what if he was still a student before.

The old guy who has lived for hundreds of years and still doesn't die, still doesn't allow people to play the world?

Sure enough, after a while, He Chaoshan thought about this joint clearly, and he found that he really had no way to refute Fang Ze's identity, so he had to call Fang Ze a senior, and then said to Fang Ze, "Since the senior asked us to sit down, then we will also say that we are going to talk about the business this time." Now that the national art is in decline, not only are there fewer and fewer people studying it, but the strength of the disciples is getting weaker and weaker, and if it goes on for so long, the national art will inevitably disappear in China.

Therefore, we hope that the northern and southern martial arts can abandon their prejudices, unite and take advantage of the upsurge of aura recovery to save the current decline of national arts. ”

"You're wrong again. Fang Ze listened to He Chaoshan's words, shook his head, and signaled that what He Chaoshan said was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Gu Deyan on the side couldn't help but ask.

"First, you are wrong when you say that the national art is declining. Second, you are wrong when you say that Reiki is revived. ”

Fang Ze looked at Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan and said, "From ancient times to the present, the national art has not only been inherited, but also has always been innovative, and has never declined. As for the revival of Reiki, I can't say much about it, but it is true. ”

Meow meow?

Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan listened to Fang Ze's words and were a little puzzled.

The decline of national arts, whether it is in the circle or outside the circle, there is a public opinion.

After all, not to mention that compared with other industries, even compared to the likes of boxing and taekwondo, national art is still a lot inferior.

The current embarrassing situation of Guoshu is that various martial arts movies and TV series emerge in an endless stream, and the influence is enough, but there are few people who are willing to devote themselves to learning, and the talent gap is extremely serious.

There is no world-famous figure like Bruce Lee, and there is no such thing as taekwondo karate to open everywhere to attract children to learn.

That's why Southern Martial Arts wanted to make a last stand with the help of Yilin and Reiki Recovery.

Fang Ze had guessed that the people in the Southern Martial Arts were here to make money, but he was a little biased. They do have this in mind, but the bigger one really wants to revitalize the national arts. Only when this industry gets bigger and bigger, can everyone get more things.

"Senior, haven't you been walking around the mundane for a long time? Not only are many inheritances long gone, but the younger generation is even worse than the next. ”

"Don't be a frog at the bottom of the well, I said that the inheritance of national arts is continuous, and it is those real national arts inheritances that have not been broken, as for those inheritances that have been left out, there are many fake inheritances that sell their reputations, so if they are broken, they will be broken, because even if they practice, they can't practice anything. ”

"What do you mean by that?" He Chaoshan and Gu Deyan's faces changed at the same time.

"What I'm saying isn't clear enough?" Fang Ze said, "The real national art has heirs from generation to generation, but it is just that it is not born. And now those who are selling their reputation and doing evil things outside under the banner of national art are just a bunch of liars, so they are declining, isn't it better?"

"Then you mean, we're all a bunch of liars?" Gu Deyan asked as he looked at Fang Ze dumbfounded.

"Not all of them. Fang Ze pointed at Gu Deyan and said, "I said that your ancestor called me Senior Brother back then, so naturally I had real kung fu." But looking at the appearance of you and your disciples, it is obvious that you have not waited for the true transmission. Even if you are still like this, then the other inheritances can be imagined. ”

"Why do you insult us like this!" The Gu family disciple who was kneeling on the ground immediately stood up when he heard Fang Ze's words.

"Although I, Gu Yun, don't dare to say that I can completely inherit all the kung fu of the ancestor Gu Yuanjia back then, but nine times out of ten, there are still them. Whether it is a domestic competition or an international competition, it has also won the championship many times. If I am given a while longer, my future achievements will definitely not be worse than those of my ancestors!"

"Sounds good. Fang Ze listened to Gu Yun's words, just slapped his palm lightly twice, and didn't say much, and there was not even a trace of amazement on his face.

And the four little loli who were standing behind Fang Ze and chatting were startled by Gu Yun's sudden loud speech.

"What are the domestic and international competitions?" Extinction Xiao Lori still listened a little bit to the things that Fang Ze and the others talked about. But she couldn't figure it out, how could there still be a competition in martial arts?

"It's about having a lot of people together, trying to see who is the best. Fang Ze turned his head sideways and explained this matter to the extinction little Lori.

"Then does this kind of competition kill a lot of people every time?" Ah Zi asked according to their normal logic there.

"No, everyone just fights casually, and there is basically no fatality. ”

Just casually fighting?!

Fang Ze's mockery completely angered Gu Yun, he put aside Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan, stood in front of Fang Ze, and shouted with his fists clenched, "Since the predecessors look down on our southern martial arts so much, they look down on our ancient family inheritance. I also hope to give advice and let Gu Yun know the gap between himself and his predecessors. ”

"You want to fight me?" Fang Ze asked with a squint at Gu Yun who was standing in front of him.

"Yes!" Gu Yun stretched out his right hand, and suddenly tore off the clothes he was wearing outside, revealing the practice clothes inside and his strong muscles.

It seems that this guy came prepared to show off his muscles on behalf of the Southern Martial Arts. It's just that because he was angered by Fang Ze's operation, he jumped out in advance.