In the Beipai Fitness Club, a large round table was set up in the venue of the three-story martial arts hall, and a total of nine people, including the master and the little junior sister, were drinking tea around the table.

This is a kind of atmosphere in the martial arts world of Yinhai City, at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, go to a certain martial arts hall to gather, set up a table in the martial arts training venue, the masters sit down to drink tea and chat, and at the same time can also watch and comment on the martial arts performances of the disciples.

At about six o'clock, you can eat together, in the early years, there was a table of masters in the courtyard, one or two tables of disciples, more than ten or twenty people were quite lively, now no one wants to be busy at home, the dinner is as usual, but they all go to the hotel.

When Zhou Chen arrived at the martial arts hall, it was just after five o'clock, and he had to chat for about an hour before he could go out to eat.

As a disciple, he must bow to the elders in a proper manner, and when he bent down and bowed, Zhou Chen's eyes lit up because of the master Liang in the host and guest position: Liang Zhenfeng, vice president of the Yinhai Martial Arts Association.

Liang Zhenfeng's ancestral home is Guangdong, and he practices the southern school of Hong Boxing, and the more famous representatives of this type of boxing are Hong Xiguan and Huang Feihong, who often appear in film and television works.

On Friday night, Zhou Chen conducted two roulette draws on the yacht, both of which were rewarded for skill replication, one of which copied the driving skills of the Horton brothers and the other for the time being, with the intention of finding an opportunity to replicate the fighting skills of one of the city's sanda champions next week.

But now, Zhou Chen has changed his mind, and it is also possible to copy this Master Liang's Hongquan Kung Fu, because Liang Zhenfeng is well-known in the local martial arts world and has extremely high qualifications. If it weren't for his indifferent temperament and dislike of being in charge, he would definitely be the president of the Martial Arts Association.

"Good boy. Come, sit down and talk. ”

The warm greetings of several masters just gave Zhou Chen such an opportunity, after sitting down, the distance was within a few meters, and it only took two or three minutes to copy Liang Zhenfeng's Hongquan Kung Fu.

"Can be copied."

The reason why Phantom is so sure is that the Bronze Roulette Wheel rewards no more skill copies than Expert. If Liang Zhenfeng's kung fu is at a master's level, it will definitely not be able to replicate the success.

According to Master Liang's qualifications and experience, perhaps his understanding of boxing has reached the master level. But the lethality that his martial arts can create is only at the expert level.

Today's Chinese martial arts are indeed too performative, too many fancy shelves are useless in actual combat, and the gorgeous movements that look very imposing have risen to the height of art. At the expense of direct and effective kills.

But it doesn't matter. Zhou Chen will discard all these artistic flavors, and the three expert-level skills will be combined into one, fused into a master skill that only aims at fighting.

The skill replication has begun, and in the meantime, let's talk about the other young man sitting next to Zhou Chen.

Zhang Junsheng, the son of Zhang Jiaozi, Zhou Chen just called him Senior Brother Zhang, practiced the ancestral Baguazhang, and just won the championship of the provincial competition a week ago.

As a matter of fact. Today's gathering was initiated by Zhang Guizi, one of the purposes of which is to show off the achievements of his precious son. The second purpose is to tell our master: My son is very good enough to be worthy of your daughter.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Junsheng said to Zhou Chen in a questioning tone: "Senior Brother Zhou, I heard that you are already the first person in the Northern Sect, but I think that you walked vainly just now, and it doesn't look like it." ”

Well, it was such a provocative remark at first, no wonder Master said that he was so arrogant that he was boundless when he called just now, which was very offensive.

Zhou Chen can still guess that the reason why this guy is so unbreathable, in addition to personality factors, it is estimated that there is another reason, during the chat just now, the master and the little sister may have praised themselves too harshly, which made Zhang Junsheng very uncomfortable, and it was very uncomfortable to hold it in his heart, so he couldn't help but squirt out when he saw himself.

Facing his questioning, Zhou Chen just replied flatly: "New shoes, they don't fit." ”

"New shoes too?"

Zhang Junsheng glanced down and smiled disdainfully: "Senior Brother Zhou, this reason is too unreliable." ”

What new shoes, Zhou Chen's shoes have been soaked in seawater for two days, and they haven't had time to change them yet, they really look a little unpresentable.

"Hmm."

Zhou Chen didn't bother to argue with him, it was pointless.

What does um mean?

Zhang Junsheng's face is definitely not good-looking, and Zhou Chen's performance is clearly looking down on himself.

"This kid doesn't like to talk when he's young."

The master explained with a smile, and then said to Liang Zhenfeng: "Brother Liang, this kind of temperament is very similar to you. ”

Master Liang waved his hand with a smile: "I'm old, I've become a lot of talkers, and when I was young, I really couldn't knock out a fart with a few sticks." ”

Zhou Chen's eyes when he looked at Master Liang showed obvious respect, he was secretly copying other people's kung fu, and this respect should also be deserved.

There is no conflict or strife between the two, copying other people's skills is equivalent to owing a favor, and if there is an opportunity in the future, it will also be repaid or repaid, but it may not be known to him.

After receiving the image of the ghost, Zhou Chen also began to believe in causality.

At this time, Zhang Junsheng and his father Zhang Jiaozi said: "It's almost six o'clock, shouldn't the children be allowed to go on stage to compare, and then it's time to go to dinner." ”

This request is not excessive, the gathering of the martial arts world has always been like this, but it can be seen that Zhang Guizi also does not believe that his champion son will lose to Zhou Chen.

With Dad's words, Zhang Junsheng immediately stood up and sent the deepest invitation to Zhou Chen: "Senior Brother Zhou, come on stage to have a discussion, I have admired the Northern Leg Method for a long time." ”

Admiring a fart, it's not the first time I've come. Zhou Chen remembers very well that in the early years, the master personally taught him his next kung fu.

Later, because he grew up, the personality and temper revealed were not liked by the master, so it was impossible for him to teach him useful things, let alone agree to ask for marriage and marry the little junior sister to him.

Of course, this is not the old society, the word Xu Pei has long been outdated, and the little junior sister is not happy by herself, and no one can force her.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry, let me drink saliva."

There was still half a minute left before the skill replication could be completed, Zhou Chen picked up the cup and drank the tea slowly, which made Zhang Junsheng, who had already stood up, even more annoyed, and suddenly had a strong urge to be a natural rival and definitely not give him a good look.

When the time is up, the skill is copied.

"I'm still thirsty, take another drink."

Zhou Chensi slowly picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup. It's because, it's not enough to just copy, and it will take a little time for the three expert levels to be fused into master levels.

It's not that Zhang Junsheng is valued so much, you have to be a master to defeat him, but ...... Forget it, there's no need to explain, he's not worth mentioning.

Regarding Zhou Chen's performance, except for Zhang Zhizi, who was protecting the calf, his face was unhappy, and the other masters did not have a bad evaluation in their hearts, but looked up to Zhou Chen, thinking that he was attacking the heart with static braking.

You see, his rock-like and steady breath is really a bit of a high-level judgment compared to Zhang Junsheng's impetuousness.

(Coffee: Thank you Lan Ying for the 10,000 book coins you rewarded, this gift on the shelves is really exciting, Shell is right, how to add a more chapter to express gratitude.) I was going to make three changes, so I wrote it later and had a fourth watch. (To be continued.) )