When he was a child, the thatched hut in the fenced courtyard was renovated, and Pei Songping has been busy during this time, and all the daily necessities in the thatched hut have been added.

Wen Chen's master and servant plus Wu Zhi are officially settled in Dragon City, and now Wen Chen has to practice swords, let Wu Zhi teach him boxing techniques, otherwise he will live for three years at most.

Wen Chen didn't want to die, if he really didn't care about life and death, he wouldn't have been so pretentious when he was in Dragon City.

Fox Mei'er Face Yangshuo is still helping Wenchen recuperate, but she lives in Pei's Mansion most of the time.

For more than half a month, Wenchen has recovered under the care of various pills in Yangshuo.

"Wen boy, you are now in good condition, I will go back to Putuo Peak, and when you marry Feng Yatou, you have to inform me!" Yang Shuo said with a charming smile.

Wen Chen didn't have a good impression of Yangshuo, but he didn't dislike it, after all, he saved Wen Chen.

"It will be!" Wen Chen said with a polite smile.

Soon after Yangshuo left, the old drunkard Pang came to the door.

After many years, he is still the same, one day he looks drunk, looking like an old god.

"Black charcoal, this can be jumped, not bad! not bad!" Old man Pang looked at Wen Chen, and said with an appreciative expression.

"Old drunkard, I don't want to listen to your chatter and find me something?" Wen Chen asked with a disdainful glance at Old Man Pang.

"The old man is bored alone, I want you to join in the fun!" Old man Pang smiled, he sat on the door frame with a big smile, and peeked at the slender Liu Zhi from time to time.

Wen Chen didn't bother to pay attention to this old drunkard, he looked at the martial idiot sitting at the table and knocking melon seeds.

"Little follower, come here!" Wen Chen snapped his finger at the martial idiot.

"Little bastard, will you start to scream when you come back to life?" the martial idiot sneered and looked at Wen Chen.

"Give you a chance to take revenge, do you agree?" Wen Chen asked.

Wu Idiot was stunned and looked at Wen Chen suspiciously.

"You taught me boxing, the most powerful kind, no matter how you train me, I don't hold grudges this time, really!" Wen Chen's face was sincere.

If the martial idiot believed him, he would be a hell, he taught this little Wang Ba a lesson, but he didn't teach him a lesson, but he was dragged into the water by this little bastard, and almost died in Beiyi's 100,000 iron horses.

Wen Chen looked at the thinking martial idiot, and his gaze became provocative.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you kid won't be able to endure that hardship!" the martial idiot retorted.

"You just discipline yourself, what are you doing with so much nonsense!"

Quarrel with him? Wu Idiot knows that not speaking is the best counterattack.

Wenchen was taught sword by the old woman Rong's mother-in-law in the morning, rested for an hour at noon, and taught boxing by martial arts idiots in the afternoon.

For a few more days, Wen Chen's fist skills did not improve a little except for the increase in the scars all over his body, and the same was true for his swordsmanship.

Wu Idiot has taught countless people in Qingcheng Mountain, and he has never seen a person with poor qualifications like Wen Chen.

Wen Chen was not discouraged, but the martial idiot was discouraged, and he even concluded that Wen Chen had no chance to learn boxing in his life.

Old man Pang came every day, not so much that he was here to join in the fun, but that he came to see Liu Zhi's beauty.

"Stupid people use stupid methods, black charcoal, your heart is higher than the sky, why don't you have qualifications? That is, whether it is boxing or swordsmanship, even if it is a move and a style, you can't practice fine!" said the old man Pang after taking a sip of wine.

Wen Chen suddenly opened like a mouth, he looked at Old Man Pang and grinned and said, "Old drunkard, I am very teachable about you, Liu Zhi, go drinking!"

Liu Zhi hurriedly ran out to give Old Man Pang a drink.

The old woman Rong's mother-in-law was still like when she was in Beiyi, she just asked Wen Chen to take the sword, and the martial idiot also changed her method this time, so that Wen Chen only practiced punching.

Wen Chen is also concerned, and the lunch break is waived, and he practices punching alone.

A few more days passed, and a nearby neighbor brought two people to Wenchen.

"Boss Wen, you want to kill me!" Qi Xidu's face was excited, and he rushed over with tears on his face, wanting to give Wenchen a bear hug.

Wen Chen hurriedly dodged, he looked at Qi Xidu in surprise and asked, "Qi Xidu, why are you here?"

"Brother Wen, don't mention it, you said that we should let the Qi family follow the Orjia family, and now my father has become the secretary of the military department, and my brother has become a sacrificial wine, my father will let me follow you and make you a scholar or something, so that I can open my mind!" Qi Xidu's face wrinkled into bitter melon when he said this.

Wen Chen was not suspicious, with Qi Youchen's personality, this kind of thing could be done.

"And who is he?" Wen Chen asked, looking at Cha Long.

Qi Xidu hurriedly stood beside Wen Chen, so as to draw the boundary with Chalong, he said in a low voice: "He is our first martial artist Chalong in Beiyi, this time I followed him to Dragon City, this time he came to Dragon City to ask boxing martial arts idiots, the kind of battle of life and death!"

Qi Xidu's voice became quieter, and he even put his hand to Wen Chen's ear and said.

Wen Chen instantly became interested, he looked at this thick-eyed tiger again, and the first martial artist of Beiyi with a big nose said: "Chalong, you have something wrong with your head, do you think my little follower is a cabbage, anyone who wants to arch can arch it?"

"You're Wen Chen?" Wu Fu Cha Long asked, looking at Wen Chen's eyes as heavy as water.

"Master, I don't recognize you, hurry up and go back to Beiyi!" Wen Chen said lightly.

Cha Long was not shocked or angry, he asked: "You are already a person who practices martial arts, I suppress the Eight Realms, even if you punch me, I will not fight back, if you can take a step back from me, I will avoid a life-and-death battle with a martial idiot, and regain the honor that I am the real number one martial artist in Beiyi, do you dare?"

Wen Chen originally wanted to say that he didn't dare, but thinking about his own boxing practice for so many days, can he beat the first martial artist in Beiyi with the speed of his punching? Besides, it was the martial idiot who really fought at that time, not him.

"Good!"

Cha Long flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Punch!"

Wen Chen's eyes sank, and he walked up to Chalong with a quick step, and hammered Chalong in the abdomen with a fist.

"Bang!" With a bang, Wen Chen's whole person was shocked and flew out a few steps, he only felt that his fist was like a hammer on a stone, and his bones were about to shatter.

"Boss Wen!" Qi Xi's frightened little face turned pale, and he hurriedly ran over to help Wen Chen.

Wen Chen's face was blue and gray, and his hands were dripping with blood.

"It's so strong!" Wen Chen's heart suddenly felt frustrated.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Cha Long's mouth, and he said lightly: "This is the boxing technique taught to you by the first martial artist of the Central Plains?"

"Cha Long, how about making a conclusion after asking this punch?" Suddenly, the voice of the martial idiot came from behind Wen Chen.

Just a blink of an eye, the martial idiot was like a black dragon with a fist intent, smashing at Chalong with a punch.

"Bang!"

After the punch, Wu Idiot and Cha Long both took a few steps back.

The two of them watched each other fiercely, their fists like a cold wind, rising sharply in all directions.

Chalong suddenly took a step, his back arched, like a tiger ambushing.

The martial idiot stood as calm as an old pine, but instead he closed his eyes and exhaled a long and slow breath.

In an instant, Chalong pounced on the martial idiot like an evil tiger, and before the figure arrived, the iron fist came.

The martial idiot seemed to have a boneless hand, but the moment he raised his hand, the speed of the technique was so fast that countless afterimages dragged out.

"Bang!bang!bang!" was just a breathing time, Chalong had already punched a hundred punches, but unfortunately they were all blocked by the "Thousand Buddha Palm" with one hand of the martial idiot.

Cha Long's thick eyebrows were furrowed, and the battle intent in his eyes was even stronger.

It's not so much that it seems to be a pneumatic attack just now, but a real temptation of the other party.

The true power of the Eight Realms Martial Arts was revealed in Cha Long's body in an instant.

Wen Chen only saw that Cha Long's body was shrouded in gold, red, and white mist, and he looked at the martial idiot again, and Wen Chen frowned instantly. Because the martial idiot is only shrouded in a faint layer of gray.

"Pick up the fist!" The three-layer fist intent true qi on Cha Long's body instantly turned into a golden dragon, and it followed Cha Long to open its huge mouth and rush towards Wen Idiot.

The closed eyes of the martial idiot suddenly opened, and then the gray and indifferent fist intent on his body was like a rainbow light, and the momentum was like a surging river and sea.

"One punch to the sky!" the martial idiot shouted violently, and he punched out.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After a loud thunderous sound, Chalong was only knocked back two steps.