Nishi-ku Budokan.

Tang Kong, a young man who is regarded as a famous teacher and apprentice, took a bus all the way, walked for two or three kilometers on foot, and finally came to this martial arts hall.

This martial arts hall is quite famous, the area is not small, and the facilities are quite complete.

There were quite a few people in it, three or five instructors, each leading a large group of students.

Now that it is summer vacation, many elementary and middle school students have signed up to study, which is very lively.

"This classmate, are you here to sign up?"

"Hello, my name is Tang Kong, and I'm here to find Wang Yuanfei. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

The young man was slightly surprised, glanced at Tang Kong, and turned to go in.

Tang Kong's eyes swept slightly, looking at these martial arts instructors and students, listening to their teachings in his ears, watching their movements, and groaning slightly.

"Tang Kong. ”

Wang Yuanfei's voice came.

Tang Kong looked over, but his gaze swept over Wang Yuanfei and fell on the middle-aged man on his left side.

This man seemed to be in his forties, with dark skin and a lean figure, but his eyes were bright, and he walked like the wind, and seemed to have a fiery blood.

Tang Kong thought it was an illusion in a trance, but as the other party approached, the feeling became more and more intense.

"Master!"

"His physique is only one line weaker than mine!"

Tang Kong vaguely understood that ordinary people could probably only sense that this person was in excellent spirits and had a masculine demeanor, but it was difficult to have such a strong feeling.

And he has already built a foundation and achieved the eight products of the outer world, which can be regarded as an entry, so he can feel it so clearly.

The man on the other side gradually approached.

This fiery blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Like a person who has exercised vigorously, his blood is boiling, and he is drenched in hot sweat, when he is close to you, even if you are just an ordinary person, you can naturally perceive a fiery blood.

And for martial artists, in the absence of active convergence, such a strong blood qi is extremely obvious even in ordinary times when there is no strenuous exercise.

"Xiaoyou is Tang Kong?"

The middle-aged man's expression was solemn, and his tone was solemn.

He thought that this was just a junior, he had to meet a famous teacher, and he had some kung fu, which was slightly higher than Wang Yuanfei.

But I didn't expect that this young man was strong in blood and martial arts, and he had already entered the house, no less than himself, and he could be called a master, and he suddenly eliminated the little contempt for his juniors.

Tang Kong nodded and said, "I'm Tang Kong, what do you call me?"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Chen Yuan, and I am the owner of this martial arts hall. ”

Seeing this, Tang Kong hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.

But the moment the palms of the two touched, Tang Kong felt a huge force coming from the other party's hand, and suddenly there was a burst of pain.

It's like two walls, sandwiching your hand in the middle, gradually squishing, about to break your palm.

There is also an illusion that the other party is trying to lift his feet off the ground through his arms and throw them to the other side.

This is my ability to take the exam!

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Tang Kong's mind.

Immediately, his expression was abrupt, and he suddenly exerted his strength.

He clenched his hands and began to fight back.

This time, Tang Kong didn't hold back and clenched it with all his might.

This middle-aged man's physical fitness is almost not inferior to his own.

Moreover, the other party is a real martial artist, and his grasp and use of strength must be higher than his own.

——

On the street outside the Budokan building.

More than 20 people came in groups, all wearing martial arts costumes, which was very eye-catching, and the filming crew was followed behind.

At the head was a man in Tang costume, over fifty years old, with his hands behind his back, quite magnanimous.

Beside him was a young man, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a grim expression and quite arrogant.

"Your Tonggu Boxing is close to Dacheng, and in the past few days, you have picked the students of those four boxing gyms, and your belief has gone further. ”

The man in Tang costume folded his hands, looked at his disciple, and said, "This is the last one in Qingcheng, as long as you pick this one, the younger generation in the entire Qingcheng will have the highest martial arts!"

The young man nodded and said, "Among the young people in Qingcheng, my martial arts are the highest in my martial arts, and today is just the last proof! As long as this is proved, I am invincible!"

The man in Tang costume nodded, looking quite satisfied, pointed ahead, and said, "It's there!"

In front of it is the Nishi-ku Budokan Museum.

This group of people, with a strong momentum, came in a surge and went to kick the gym.

But when I arrived at the gate, I felt that the atmosphere inside was weird.

First he glanced inside.

I saw the curator Chen Yuan at the head.

In front of Chen Yuan, there was a young man.

The young man was shaking hands with Chen Yuan.

The man in Tang costume was about to make a provocative sound, but before the words reached his mouth, he suddenly paused, his eyes condensed, revealing a solemn look.

The young man beside him also suddenly showed a solemn expression.

The man in Tang costume stretched out his hand and stopped the voices of more than twenty disciples behind him.

All of a sudden, there was silence.

At this time, Tang Kong and the curator Chen Yuan were still looking at each other, shaking hands with each other, and did not let go for a long time.

——

"With so much strength?"

Tang Kong clenched his teeth tightly, used all the strength of his body, kept clenching, and fought back.

He could feel that Chen Yuan's strength was also increasing, but he seemed to have done his best.

At the same time, Tang Kong only felt that the qi and blood in his body, like a river, were constantly surging, and both ears seemed to be blocked.

The body is constantly hot, and the skin is a little moist, as if it is forced out of sweat by the heat.

But Tang Kong also saw the solemnity in the other party's eyes, as well as the twitching of the other party's cheeks, and obviously clenched his teeth.

The middle-aged man's forehead was also oozing dense with sweat.

A scorching wave of air was like an invisible collision between the two.

In the martial arts hall, there was silence.

None of Chen Yuan's disciples spoke.

The disciples in the vicinity could clearly see the strength of the two of them, including the facial expressions, the heaviness in their eyes, and the green tendons on their forearms that burst out like dragons, and they could even feel the oncoming heat wave.

And the disciples in the distance, although they didn't know much, also understood that the hall master was competing with that young man, and what was even more surprising was that the young man didn't fall into disadvantage.

Wang Yuanfei was nearby, and he couldn't help but take his breath away.

His eyes were full of horror.

He had once seen the owner crush the green bricks with one hand!

But he never thought that this classmate, who had always seemed extremely ordinary, would be able to compete with the teacher head-on!

Remembering that I wrestled with him yesterday, it was simply overwhelming.

——

“......”

The man in Tang costume was silent for a long time, and then looked at the young man beside him.

The young man's face changed, looking at Tang Kong, who seemed to be about the same age as himself, and then at the Chen Yuan Pavilion Master who could fight with the teacher, his heart fluctuated.

Although standing at the gate, the two people in front of them have used their own strength to the extreme.

Separated by six or seven meters, ordinary people may not feel anything, but for him who is about to unite his qi and blood, he can vaguely feel it, like a heat wave, rushing to his face.

The two people who were competing over there had already reached the height of the unity of qi and blood and the strength of each other!

Not to mention Chen Yuan, the old generation of boxers who have been famous for more than ten years have long been energetic, accumulated and precipitated, and they are in their prime.

But the person who is competing with Chen Yuan is clearly just a young man!

How can you get to this point?

At this moment, he only felt that the pride in his heart was constantly being destroyed.

The belief in invincibility collapsed in an instant.