After listening to Cui Yiren's words and seeing his behavior, Xie Cunguan couldn't help but laugh. After a long time, it turned out that this pair of masters and apprentices were going to use themselves as stepping stones!

Looking at Lee Seung-hwan's attitude towards Park Zhichang today, it is obvious that this surnamed Park has not been teaching in this dojo for a long time. I must have heard Lee Seung-hwan say that his martial arts are better than Kodi, and Kodi is better than Lee Seung-hwan, so he moved his mind and wanted to prove that they were strong by defeating himself.

Moreover, Park Zhichang asked Cui Yiren to challenge himself, and if he won, he naturally didn't have to make a move. The apprentices have all won, not to mention the master's ability. And defeated, he can touch his own depth through this competition.

If you feel that you can win, you will definitely beat the apprentice out of the master, and if you feel that you can't win, you will naturally laugh and take it as a joke competition. Anyway, the words are already dead, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about letting himself guide his disciples. When the time comes, this surnamed Pu will say an ironclad sentence: Mr. Xie is a good kung fu! Yiren, I want to thank Mr. Xie for his guidance, and we must keep it in mind and practice it well...... And all that.

Unless he turns his face and challenges himself, Park Zhichang will definitely not face himself.

Thinking of this, Xie Cunguan sneered, turned his head to look at Park Zhichang, and made a big discount on this person's feelings. Only then did he glance back at Cui Yiren again, and said slowly: "Ask me for advice, I really don't dare to do it! But I have the opportunity to ask Mr. Park for advice! However, if you want to play, it's no problem...... Chen Hu, your kung fu is also so-so, how about you give me some advice?"

In a word, Park Zhichang had a little green face. And Cui Yiren's face sank, and he smiled coldly at that time: "Although it is an exchange." But there are no eyes in the fists and feet, so don't worry if you hurt and touch it......"

Although the words were polite, the threat was clear.

When Chen Hu heard this, he only smiled and said: "That's what I mean, but you said it in advance, you really deserve to be a champion, just smart!"

The reason why Xie Cunguan proposed to let Chen Hu go is because this person is honest and honest in appearance. But he is very shrewd in his heart, and he is the master who can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Moreover, he has a good kung fu.

In fact, the twenty-four mercenaries selected by Wang Yibing, except for a few people recruited for various technical reasons such as Fan Yushan and Gao Chaofan, the others all have outstanding skills. Almost every one of them has practiced traditional martial arts before joining the army, and there is a very strong inheritance. Most of them were recruited because of their skills.

After entering the army, he became familiar with modern sanda fighting and the set of techniques of special forces to defeat the enemy.

Moreover, although it was a time of peace, many people in the army were sent out in order to train talents. I have been a mercenary on a real battlefield, so everyone has killed people and seen blood.

Like Chen Hu, who practiced Bajiquan since childhood, before enlisting in the army. At a young age, he was a character like a little overlord in the Mengcun area of Cangzhou. Many boxers who have been famous for a long time and are famous for hundreds of miles are timid when they see this little tiger.

Chen Hu's grandfather was one of the disciples of Li Shuwen in his later years, and he was an honest and honest man who was honest with his master. The elder likes honest people, because he has been intriguing all his life, and he will be tired when he is old! So, Chen Hu's grandfather really got something.

After an honest man gets something, he doesn't show Yang, and he passes it on to his son.

And Chen Hu's father is a scheming person, not only inherited his father's set of things, but also walked the streets and alleys for ten miles and eight villages, taking advantage of people's psychology of thinking about the things in his hands, and took out the things in the hands of his father's brothers, uncles and uncles.

When these things are in my hands, it is a pity to lose them, so naturally they have to pass them on to their sons.

What about Chen Hu? He is a simple man like a grandfather on the outside, and a shrewd man like a father in his heart. Moreover, this thing doesn't like to learn since he was a child, so he loves to carry a gun and dance stick. At the age of thirteen, he leaned on the death of his first tree, a black locust the size of a rafter in his backyard.

His grandfather was still alive at that time, and he was so happy that the old man said straightly, if only your grandfather was here, he would definitely love you to death.

He practiced until he was sixteen years old, graduated from junior high school, and was not admitted to high school, and Chen Hu mixed up with society.

At that time, the half-grown boy was the age when the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and in the Mengcun area, the boxer who did not care if you became famous or not, as long as there was a conflict with him, he dared to get started.

Kung Fu upper body, a kid who has reached the realm of stringing tendons, beating people is called a horizontal, that is called a bull.

Ordinary people's fists and kicks hit their bodies, as if they were scratching an itch! But once he got close, he could break three ribs with the strength of a cow, but he caused a lot of trouble for his father and grandfather.

At that time, his father couldn't take care of him anymore, and seeing that the child was going down the evil path, his grandfather was anxious and cheekily begged to go to the house of a hidden little uncle. The little uncle's surname is Zhang, and he is the youngest son of Li Shuwen's enlightenment master, because his father died early, most of his kung fu was passed on by his senior brother on behalf of his master.

Passing on the art on behalf of the teacher is not a disciple, it cannot be kept at all, what the master has taught you, you have to teach the younger brother. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to Master. What's more, the object of this art transmission is the son of the enlightened master.

The old man in his seventies knelt in the courtyard for two hours as soon as he entered the door.

The old man, who was over 90 years old at the time, came out of the door and said to his grandson, who was doing carpenter work in the yard: "Go and see your uncle, no matter how strong the mule is, put a rein on me and come back!"

The middle-aged man who hadn't said a word since Grandpa Chen Hu entered the door put the guy in his hand on the ground and only said, "My uncle, let's go!"

Grandpa Chen Hu thanked his uncle and went with his nephew.

When Chen Hu was found, Chen Hu was holding a demonic sister in his arms, drinking with a group of little brothers, and when he saw his grandfather coming in, he didn't even stand up, but shouted: "Master, you are here......"

At this time, the man stood in the middle of the courtyard with a dry tobacco pot and asked, "I heard that you have practiced Bajiquan well? There is no opponent in ten miles and eight villages? Even your father and your father are not in your eyes?"

Chen Hu didn't look at this rustic man at all, and asked nonchalantly, "Who are you?"

"I'm Carpenter Zhang, a carpenter Zhang who specializes in short-legged stools and legless tables, and I know ...... in eight villages," the man took a few puffs of his cigarette and said slowly.

"Carpenter Zhang, I haven't heard of you...... I don't have a table, chair or bench for you to repair!" Chen Hu pushed away the woman in his arms, and somehow, he sat up straight.

"In addition to repairing the bad table and stools, I also repair the blind doll that I want to learn badly!" The middle-aged man knocked the cigarette pouch he had smoked in his hand on the sole of his shoe and slammed the cigarette ash: "You are a kung fu person, you are a member of the Eight Poles, if you do good deeds, the better you practice, the happier I am, if you practice kung fu and do bad things, I will take back the kung fu and save you from making a big mistake!"

When Chen Hu's grandfather heard this, tears fell at that time.

Looking at his grandson, who he was once proud of, with tears in his eyes, he knew that this master and nephew were going to abolish Chen Hu's kung fu today.

From now on, Chen Hu may change from a fierce martial arts master to a sick man who can't pick up his shoulders and can't lift his hands.

But this is the rule of the Baji Gate! If you don't get into kung fu, you don't care what you like to do, the elders in the door don't care, but if you get on the kung fu, you can't ignore it, because the better the kung fu, the greater the harm, and the greater the impact on the reputation of the Baji Gate.

Why did Chen Hu's grandfather kneel for two hours before Mr. Zhang came out, the old man just saw if Chen Hu's grandfather had made up his mind to abolish this grandson.

Although everyone is from the same family, Chen Hu is the descendant of his grandfather, and it is not obvious that he is evil.

At this time, Mr. Zhang felt that he was not suitable to be this villain. Because Chen Hu is not evil, maybe the baby will turn back tomorrow.

But Grandpa Chen Hu knelt in front of the door, that is, he begged someone to make a move, in this case, Mr. Zhang naturally wanted to see if he really wanted to abolish this grandson. Because Grandpa Chen Hu knows his grandson best and knows if he can change it.

And Grandpa Chen Hu really made up his mind! Because of this simple old martial artist, he would rather his grandson be a mediocre man than a wicked person in a bad town.

"I heard that you are good at practicing Baji, then I will compare with you!" said the middle-aged man, pinned the cigarette pouch and pot on his waist, faced Chen Hu, and stretched out his hand.