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The end of April, the last month of spring.

The breeze blows through the harbor city of New Orleans with its last chill.

At nine o'clock in the morning, a taxi pulled up at the entrance of Louis Armstrong Park in downtown New Orleans.

Later, two young Asians got out of the car, went to the trunk of the taxi and took out a wheelchair, and then the two carefully helped another Asian elderly man in the car to sit in the wheelchair before paying for the car.

These three people are Xu Yanqing's master and apprentice.

After getting out of the car, Xu Feng took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After the phone was connected, Xu Feng asked, "Little junior brother, where are you?" ”

"I've seen you."

Wang Jingcheng, who was sitting on a bench in Louis Armstrong Park, looked at Xu Yanqing and the three of them at the entrance of the park, and after saying a word, he hung up the phone and walked towards the three.

Xu Yanqing and the three of them at the gate of the park also appeared quickly after Wang Jingcheng approached.

"Early."

Wang Jingcheng greeted the three of them.

Although Xu Yanqing taught him the Five Elements of Back Boxing, and Xu Feng and Xu Xingwu called him junior brother. But he is not called Master Xu Yanqing, because his concept is the same as that of Americans.

In his opinion, paying money to learn martial arts at the Five Elements Gate is just a kind of consumption.

The reason why he came to accompany Xu Yanqing and others to the national arts exchange meeting was purely because he was willing to come.

"Morning, junior brother."

Xu Feng and Xu Xingwu greeted each other.

Xu Yanqing just nodded at Wang Jingcheng, and Wang Jingcheng just nodded in response.

After saying hello, Wang Jingcheng went straight to the point and asked, "Where is the national arts exchange meeting held?" ”

Although Xu Xingwu said yesterday that he was in Chinatown, there is no Chinatown in New Orleans. But neighborhoods with a large Chinese population, no matter what they were originally called, will be called Chinatown by the Chinese.

"In the Merlig neighborhood."

Xu Yanqing, who was in a wheelchair, replied: "It's not far from this park, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk." ”

Because Xu Yanqing was in a wheelchair, it was inconvenient for the taxi to get on and off, and the distance was not far, so the four of them decided to walk.

Wang Jingcheng didn't have an opinion, and the four of them walked along the road towards the Melig neighborhood.

When Xu Xingwu came to Split to find Wang Jingcheng before, because Xu Xingwu himself didn't know much about the National Arts Exchange Conference, Wang Jingcheng didn't hear anything.

Now that the four of them are walking, Wang Jingcheng took this opportunity to ask:

"This national art exchange meeting is held once a year and is a little more frequent, will there be masters to participate?"

"There has been nothing big in the national arts world in recent years, and those top masters may not come this time, but there should be some masters at the level of strength." Xu Yanqing, who was pushed by Xu Feng, replied.

"Strength?"

Wang Jingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The national art is clear, dark, and transformed.

If it is not clear who is strong and who is weak, but there is one more way of playing dark energy than bright energy, then the master of the level of chemical strength is really ahead of these two levels.

Dark energy training through the whole body is to transform energy.

A feather cannot be added, and flies and insects cannot fall.

This is a description of the master of strength, the whole body, including the skull, can be strong, feathers can not fall on the body, flies and insects will die.

So far, Wang Jingcheng has never seen such a master.

However, logically speaking, the level of Huajin is still only in the category of ordinary people, and Wang Jingcheng does not think that the master of Huajin is stronger than himself.

"Are there any more famous masters in the national art world? What level is it? ”

Wang Jingcheng asked again.

Xu Yanqing glanced at him and replied: "There are many schools in the national art world, and no one is convinced by the variety of boxing techniques. But if you talk about the strongest combat power, it is Yin Huan of the 'Dragon and Tiger Roar', and Tang Peng of 'Ananda Sanshou'. Both of them are top masters in the national art world, and it is said that Yin Huan carries the qi and blood of his whole body anytime and anywhere, and when he moves, the dragon roars and the tiger roars, and even the bullets of ordinary pistols can't penetrate his surface skin! And Tang Peng mixed his hands with one hand, rubbing steel balls like mud pills, extremely powerful, and the iron door with a thickness of twenty or thirty centimeters could be directly broken into pieces! The two of them are the strongest masters in the national art world. ”

"That's an exaggeration, Master."

As soon as Xu Yanqing's words fell, Xu Xingwu on the side shouted: "Bullets can't penetrate the surface skin?" You think it's the Hulk! There are also steel balls like mud balls, breaking the iron door twenty or thirty centimeters thick, which sounds more like a myth! ”

Although Xu Xingwu is looking forward to the national arts exchange meeting, it is obvious that Xu Yanqing's words are unbelievable.

Even Xu Feng, who has always been steady, doesn't believe it.

But Wang Jingcheng showed a contemplative expression, after all, he had encountered this kind of thing, as well as monsters with terrifying body values like monsters, and the ability of a master of national arts was still within his "normal" comprehension.

"What do you know?" Xu Yanqing, who was in a wheelchair, glared at Xu Xingwu and said, "Although I haven't seen whether Yin Huan's dragon roar and tiger roar can really block bullets, but Tang Peng's mixed yuan loose hand rubbing flat steel ball was seen once five years ago, and it is really the highest realm of national arts!" ”

As he spoke, Xu Yanqing's eyes showed a look of yearning.

Hearing what his master said so swearingly, Xu Xingwu pursed his lips, and it was not easy to refute.

There was also a hint of curiosity in Xu Feng's eyes.

Wang Jingcheng could hear the excitement in his eyes and almost couldn't help it.

I was about to continue the inquiry, but at this moment-

"Here we are."

Xu Yanqing suddenly looked into the distance and said.

The three of them followed his gaze, and saw that on the road where cars were coming and going, at the end of the road on both sides, there were cars constantly turning into a very Chinese-style street.

"The street in front of you turns into the Merlig neighborhood, which is the most Chinese place in New Orleans! Let's get over it. ”

Xu Feng and Xu Xingwu both showed curiosity on their faces, and Wang Jingcheng also looked at it slightly, but his attention was still on Yin Huan, the "Dragon and the Tiger", and Tang Peng, the "Mixed Yuan Sanshou".

But seeing that Xu Yanqing didn't seem to have any intention of continuing, he could only give up for the time being.

The four of them quickly came to the corner excuse.

When the four of them faced the street called the Melig block, Xu Yanqing had been here before and looked normal, but Xu Feng and Xu Xingwu opened their mouths in surprise.

Even Wang Jingcheng showed a slightly surprised look.

The architectural style and shop style of this street are too Chinese!

Tea restaurant, fritter stall, hot pot city, steamed bun shop......

People come and go are all black-headed, yellow-skinned Chinese, and occasionally a few Americans walk in it to look particularly eye-catching.

A qiē, a qiē, in it, as if you have come to China.

Xu Feng and Xu Xingwu, who left Huaxia since they were children, unconsciously shed tears when they looked at it.

Wang Jingcheng didn't feel this way.

He just looked at the street and asked, "Where is the National Arts Exchange Meeting?" ”