San Francisco, Chinatown, Flower Planting Charity.

The Taiji Wan Zonghua here, combined with Xingyi, Cai Li Fo, Tan Leg and other sects, established a "charitable organization", because martial arts is not a type of work, can not establish a trade union, can only use this method to unite Chinese Americans, for their own interests.

The second floor, the practice room.

Abu and Wan Zonghua stood face to face, Wan Zonghua put on a Tai Chi shelf, and Abu stood helplessly.

Ip Man sat on the sidelines, watching Abu lively with great interest.

"Master Wan, I told you, I am born with divine power, and I really don't have much kung fu."

"Then show me your innate divine power to see how powerful you really are."

Abu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, then of course I am very strong, quite strong, Zhuge is very strong!

I'm afraid that if I stomp my feet, your building will collapse.

"Okay, I admit it, it's a showdown, I don't pretend, I actually practiced the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, King Kong is not bad, invulnerable, invulnerable, invulnerable, and full of five poisons...... Uh, this is not there, in short, it can be beaten, especially resistant, if you don't believe it, Master Wan, you try to copy the guy. ”

Wan Zonghua glared at Abu a little angrily, with a look of "do you look down on me".

"I really don't know martial arts." Abdu was helpless.

"No, I'll do it myself." Abu looked at a sword rack on the cabinet with three large swords on it, and asked, "Can you use it?" ”

Wan Zonghua looked at it, and said in his heart that it is better than weapons, and my Taiji sword is not a vegetarian, just right, I can't beat you, can't the sword still beat you?

Wan Zonghua thought about it, walked over, picked up a big sword and threw it to Abu, and he also held the hilt of a sword, and unsheathed the sword.

Abu also drew his sword out of its sheath, but did not gesture at Wan Zonghua.

Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and crunched his arm.

"Master Zhang!"

"You!"

Abdu made a move, and the two of them reacted and screamed, but they were dumbfounded.

Wan Zonghua was stunned, reached out and touched the blade of his sword, and made a small cut, oozing a small drop of blood, yes, it's a real guy!

After a long time, Wan Zonghua and Ye Man glanced at each other, and they didn't know what expression to use to face it.

This is no longer a master, a strange person, and a person who destroys the three views!

"Is this a letter?" Abu looked at the sword and said in his heart, don't really break it, you have to pay for it, and put the sword into the sheath, shrugged his shoulders and said.

Wan Zonghua was stunned, grabbed Abu's arm in the past, and didn't care about it, picked up the sword and cut it hard.

After sawing wood for a long time, and then curling a big sword, Abu's arm still didn't even have a white mark.

"You...... Who the hell are you? Y-You're a mutant!? Wan Zonghua seemed to think of something, and took three steps back.

This news is not closed.

However, Ye Man didn't know it, and there were very few such cases in his hometown.

"No, but I know a lot of mutants...... That's not the point, in this world, there are too many strange people, and they don't have to be mutants to have superpowers. ”

Wan Zonghua stared at Abu for a long time.

And then strangely, it was a sigh of relief.

That's right, it's not that we can't practice kung fu at home, but that the other party can't deal with kung fu at all.

People, we can fight for a breath, youkai, we don't care about him in general.

"Since it's not kung fu, there's no need to compare."

Wan Zonghua put the sword into the sheath, and also asked Abu's one back, which was very distressing at this time, blinding himself with this good weapon, and giving it to a bad person who didn't know martial arts.

"Master Wan, who are mutants?"

Wan Zonghua gave Ip Man a few more words of popular science, and Ip Man looked at Abu in surprise.

However, this shows the gap, Ip Man is still very tolerant, he can't see the colored eyes, and even can't hold back his curiosity.

"I'm talking, since I said it, you show your true ability, I'll make you a friend, then it's kung fu or not, your friend, surnamed Wan."

Wan Zonghua is not as hypocritical as before, anyway, it is not kung fu, there is no problem of outflow, such a strange person, or a strange person who has the heart to make friends, naturally has many friends and many ways.

can be the president of the Charity Federation, protect the interests of Chinese Americans, and have dealings with many people with social status outside Chinatown, how can you not understand this.

It's just a deep-rooted tradition that makes him completely uncompromising in kung fu.

Therefore, Wan Zonghua handed over a hand to shake hands with Abu, instead of holding his fists and saluting.

Hands to face.

Abu doesn't care, he's here to satisfy his curiosity, and nothing else is there.

Oh, and there are plans to eat two meals after they are cooked.

Don't say anything about being rich, hire a private chef, a senior chef, and eat whatever you want.

In these years, where is there a domestic senior chef, Shangmi country will cook for you with a person with two bad money.

Even if there is, I can't eat that meaning.

Abu has never been a serious trench, and from the time he crossed to the present, he has been trying to get stronger.

In this life, I will lie down and enjoy happiness, waiting for the future director of the Universe Family Planning Office to come over and snap my fingers, and the three of them will bet on the half and half chances together, and they have never thought about it.

At the root, he is still a relatively ordinary mentality, and there is no president domineering.

So Abu was also very cheeky, and stayed in Wanjia directly, sticking to his ass and not leaving, he had to rub the evening dinner, and then participate in this yearly, very lively Mid-Autumn Festival party, and then leave after having enough.

"Lao Wan, your craftsmanship is okay, I don't think this one is a day or two."

At noon, Wan Zonghua and Abu were eating.

Ren Ye Man was not so dead-faced, and he explained clearly in a misunderstanding, so he left directly.

Abu is a master of Wan, and he has changed to Lao Wan.

Master Wan is so angry, I have never seen such a nose kick in the face.

However, people are like this, as long as they talk and chat, they will forget, or ignore their appearance, and only look at their manners and attitudes.

Wan Zonghua really didn't feel disgusted, and felt that this guy was also a little interesting.

"That's it, I don't think you've ever eaten it." Wan Zonghua sandwiched a fried peanut and threw it into his mouth, and took a sip of wine.

There were no dishes on the table, just peanuts, shallots mixed with tofu, boiled kelp shreds, and a plate of crooked nuts that I thought were terrifying, and I thought that they could be compared to biological weapons.

Four cold dishes, a bottle of two pots, nothing else.

Ren Wan Zonghua is also angry and funny, he wants to rub rice, okay, that's all, whether he likes to eat or not.

But I didn't expect that Abu ate deliciously, but didn't he just eat this bite and didn't touch it, and now he can be regarded as caught.

"Zonghua-Wan!"

But suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs, noisy people, and the sound of crackling and falling things!