When Chen Lao walked into the hall, several elders were obviously stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting him to be discharged from the hospital so quickly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When he saw Sha Lao and Yu Chengcheng who were following him, the faces of these people quickly changed, because Chen Guangguang was obviously very sure of his re-attendance at the shareholders' meeting this time. The two sons who followed him, Chen Yaoshan and Chen Yaochuan, are famous giant businessmen in Southeast Asia.

His niece is not a fuel-efficient lamp and is quite famous in Southeast Asia. Seeing that Chen Guangguang offered incense in front of the tablet, he then took Sha Lao to the side and sat down, Yu Qingcheng and Chen Yaoxiang, and Qin Yi stood behind them. In the national art world, there are very traditional rules for seniority, especially in a place like Taiwan, even Chen Yaoxiang, who is the Asian Little Four Dragons, cannot have a seat in front of the elders.

However, the Chen brothers are not people from the national art world, but shareholders, and they are qualified to sit here.

This made the Russian bodyguards who followed outside the gate a little unpleasant.

"Master Chen, it has been a while since the Korean Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine came to Taiwan for exchanges. As a master of national arts, why does Old Chen keep avoiding it, isn't there something he is worried about?" At this time, the old man sitting on a Taishi chair opposite him smiled twice at Chen Guangguang. This person is the Wen Moyun mentioned by Chen Yaoxiang, an honorary professor of Taichung Medical College, and one of the major shareholders of the Taiwan Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and a member of the Hahan family among the older generation of Chinese.

This Wen Moyun was wearing a soap-colored robe, gold-wire glasses, his gray hair was meticulously combed, and he crossed Erlang's legs, but he had a rather elegant temperament. However, although his words were polite, they were actually straight to the point, and they were sarcastic and schadenfreude.

Chen Guangguang was silent and said: "I heard that Park Tae-so from South Korea is the best among the rookies, and the old man has long wanted to see it." Unfortunately, there is a lot of entertainment at home these days, an old friend came, and a teacher and nephew came, and I wanted to see what Koreans look like. As a result, in order to arrange these things, it was delayed for a few days, and I asked Wen Lao not to be surprised. ”

After he finished speaking, Sha Lao stood up and arched his hand to the front of everyone: "Little old man Sha Liang, I have seen all the masters. Sha Lao now looks a little more energetic than before, dressed in a simple Muslim dress and white hat, which adds to his mysterious style, making many people show a little surprise. Chen Guangguang smiled slightly, and after Sha Lao sat down, he introduced Yu Qingcheng again.

"And this virtuous nephew is Sha Lao's nephew, and he is also a double-flowered red stick on the dock on the mainland! This time I came to Taiwan to pay homage to Mr. Park Tae-so. ”

Yu Qingcheng also walked out and arched to the end: "I've seen all the seniors." But after she straightened up, Chen Lao called out: "Someone, bring a chair over and let the virtuous nephew sit down and talk." As soon as he said this, the entourage behind him immediately went over and moved chairs, and the venue suddenly became quiet. Finally, when the chair was placed next to him and Sha Lao, an old man with the same gray beard and about sixty raised his hand.

"Wait!"

"Why did Elder Weng stop him?" Chen Guangguang deliberately showed a look of surprise. The old man, known as Weng Lao, sneered, glanced at Yu Qingcheng, who was standing beside Chen Guangguang, and said, "I heard that Master Chen was hospitalized not long ago, isn't he sick and confused. This young young man is very young, even if he is famous on the mainland, how can he sit down and talk in front of the old gentleman? Isn't this a violation of the rules? ”

Wen Moyun heard this, and also smiled: "What Master Weng said is reasonable, I think that there are no rules in the mainland for a long time, it is messy, and any person can be held into a double-flower red stick?" Master Chen, if you ask her to help with the fist, it is not said that you can come, since it is brought to the hall, we have to set up the rules." After he finished speaking, he looked at Yu Chengcheng: "Do you know that there are rules for martial arts competitions in the hall?"

Yu Qingcheng arched his hand slightly: "The juniors know that they want to submit their names." "Yu Qingcheng is also wearing a Tang suit with a diagonal buckle waist, but compared with these old people, he is a little more youthful and playful.

Wen Moyun listened, nodded and smiled: "It seems that I do know a little bit of the rules, but this competition is very different, and it is related to the reputation of our national arts." Elder Chen asks you to help with the fist, that is a family matter, but if you lose the face of the Chinese in the ring, it is the business of our Chinese Medicine Association! So since you are here, we also have to come up with some rules to test, this is not the mainland that can make a debut so casually. ”

"After all, you still have to do two things. Yu Tingcheng was very disapproving, the people in the National Art Hall couldn't say two or three sentences, and most of them had to play a prestige. This is also inevitable, after all, it is easier to deter people by violent means, and it is easier to bring people to their knees. However, Yu Chengcheng had already been mentally prepared, and still bowed his hand respectfully: "Please also ask the seniors to mention one or two, and the juniors will do it according to the rules." ”

Wen Moyun clapped his hands twice, and soon two young men with wooden sticks walked to the front of the hall.

These two people, both young men of more than 1.8 meters, are wearing short shirts of the Republic of China, one black and one white, as if impermanence.

"Young man, our test here, but the real actual combat is not your set of flower legs embroidered legs. If you can put down these two people, you will have the qualifications to help the fist! The double flower red sticks in the martial arts of the old society are all good men who can really take the double sticks empty-handed, you won't be in vain, right?" Wen Moyun sneered again and again. Yu Qingcheng didn't mind arching his hand: "The juniors know." She knew that these two people must be the disciples of Wen Moyun.

Yu Qingcheng saw that their steps were steady, their grips were strong, and they were obviously people with real kung fu, and they wanted to make Chen Guangguang unable to pass here. Because it is a double-flower red stick, it can fight with one against two, empty-handed to overturn the thug with the stick, but it refers to dealing with ordinary horses, and it definitely does not mean that it is two masters who can really play kung fu. Master to master, holding a weapon is an absolute advantage, and this practitioner knows it.

But these two disciples actually died with a lower face, pretending to be a horse boy! Yu Qingcheng couldn't be pierced to his face.

Others are shameless, she can't be shameless.

"Senior sister, let's go to the yard. A young man held a stick and made a "please" gesture to Yu Qingcheng. Yu Tingcheng said: "No need, the master competition is only in the land of the cow, the two of you must not be ordinary people, don't you have the courage to do this?" Yu Tingcheng is not a fool, the other party is holding a weapon, if he goes to the spacious courtyard to perform better, it is better to solve them here.

"It's just, it's just a try, and it's not a life-and-death duel, so let's take a hand here. Chen Guangguang also smiled, so that the other party could not shirk it anymore, and a long stick pointed at Yu Qingcheng: "Please!"

Before he finished speaking, this young man's stick had already pierced Yu Qingcheng's throat!

"It's poisonous. Yu Qingcheng just regained his mind, only felt his throat pounding, and then he felt that the other party's stick method was not ordinary poison, and he actually took people as soon as he made a move! However, the kung fu of the gun and stick is the housekeeping ability of the Eight Pole Gate, although this young man's stick technique is superb, but it has obviously not touched the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and he lacks the essence of so much dim sum to the mind. Yu Chengcheng did not retreat but advanced, raised one hand, wrapped one around it, and actually grabbed the stick firmly.

If the two of them have the same kung fu, it is impossible for Yu Qingcheng to catch this stick, because the stick method is varied, and a slight change can break your hand. However, before the opponent's offensive reached the apex, Yu Chengcheng took a step forward and used the kung fu of the Xingmen hammer, wrapping the stick in one hand, as if drawing a knife and cutting water, which was breathtaking! Her whole arm was like a big gun, and she used the twisted word to decide.

The other end of the entire big stick was carried by Yu Qingcheng in his arm, faster than the blink of an eye.

But at this time, she actually felt the wind in the back of her head: it turned out to be another young man's stick swinging straight down!

"The two of them went up together?" Chen Yaoxiang, who was standing behind, almost called out, but the other party didn't say that they couldn't go up together when they were tempted, it can be said that they slipped to the extreme. Yu Qingcheng couldn't dodge this stick, but she staggered her body at the last moment, and the stick almost grazed her scalp and swung it on the back of her shoulder!

"What a great horizontal practice of kung fu!"

At this moment, everyone's hearts jumped. And at the moment when Yu Tingcheng was wrong, the hand holding the long stick stopped and grabbed it, and the young man who was the first to screw it was almost thrown to the ground! Then Yu Tingcheng took back the stick and pointed at it, and the head of the stick had stopped at the chin of the latter young man, while his long stick only stopped in mid-air: his wooden stick was broken by Yu Tingcheng, and there was no weapon long that she had taken.

And the young man before had his palms covered with blood, which was worn out by Yu Qingcheng with a stick.

Boom......

And at this time, the other half of the broken wooden stick just fell to Wen Moyun's feet, and it also woke up everyone present! This time, one against two, with empty hands against the stick, before and after is just more than a second, one round, two moves and three styles. The disciples who were standing behind only saw Yu Qingcheng carrying a stick in an instant, and at the same time breaking another wooden stick with his back, and finally pulling the stick back, a simple staggered stick shelf.

Some even thought it was a coincidence, and she happened to take a step to create such a situation.

But many old people here can see how powerful Yu Qingcheng's simple frame is, and how much boxing theory it contains. They even had a kind of surprise, because Taiwan's martial arts have always considered themselves to be authentic inheritances, and they don't look down on the mainland's fancy shelves.

But Yu Tingcheng, a young "double-flower red stick", gave them a feeling of "the true transmission is still in the mainland".

"Okay!" Chen Guangguang was really overjoyed at this time, and Sha Lao was even brighter. And Chen Yaoxiang looked at Yu Chengcheng's appearance, her eyes were full of brilliance, although her kung fu was similar to Yu Chengcheng in the realm, but the level of actual combat was really not as good as her.

The two Russian bodyguards outside have a kind of empathetic joy: because Yu Chengcheng is in the army, he is a figure like a god of war. The two sticks just now, even if they were replaced, it would definitely be dead or alive, but Yu Tingcheng followed! This made them really understand how high Yu Tingcheng's martial arts were in addition to the difference in physique.