"Young man, if you practice kung fu well, you don't have to be so ostentatious. ”

After Zhao Guangrong dissolved the spinning energy on Lin Shifeng's body, he withdrew his hand and put it under his ribs, his expression was very casual, and he had no intention of making a move, but Wang Chao felt that the shelf in his whole body had been condensed, and he hugged it with all his strength, as if he was about to make a thunderous blow at any time.

Wang Chao's martial arts are high, his eyesight is high, and there are few rivals in the world, so it can be seen that Zhao Guangrong's hand frame that is placed under his ribs and slightly raised is the "divine fist" in the thirty-two Taizu long fists, and it must be like a god possessing the body when he makes a shot, and the power is incomparable.

However, Wang Chao didn't want to be here, and he would start to do it without saying a word. In the end, it was the opening party of the Tang Sect Sincere Relatives Conference, and the bigwigs on both sides didn't say a word, and they divided life and death, which is really ridiculous. Moreover, Zhao Guangrong is a member of the Tang Sect in the end, and if he is injured and killed, the loss is the Tang Sect's own forces.

Wang Chao can see that he is also a character, with high martial arts, and he is also the only one he has seen in his life, among the boxing masters he has seen, only Wharton Tang Lianxi, the top master, can be compared to him. Such a person, if he can integrate the Tang Sect wholeheartedly and obey Tang Zichen's arrangement, he will definitely be a right-hand talent.

"I have seen many people in my life, and I am definitely not few, but I have never been afraid of anyone. As for my identity, it is neither high nor low, but compared with the two masters of Lin and Zhao, it is not much different, and there is absolutely no reason to call Uncle Hubo. Just now, Master Lin wanted to test my handle. Master Zhao, if you see that my style is still passable, and you have the opportunity to help? Today is the rì of our Nanyang Tangmen Earnest Conference, everyone gathers, beaming, open the door to learn, but there are some regardless of the occasion and time. Let's wait. ”

Wang Chao faced Zhao Guangrong's implied attack frame, and he also didn't move at all. Just speak indifferently, neither humble nor arrogant, tepid, and extremely bland.

"Hmph, that's fine. I'm here to see what kind of character you are. Zhao Guangrong lowered his hand slightly, scattered the "Divine Fist" shelf, turned to Lin Shifeng and said, "Brother Lin, don't be knowledgeable, let's go in." ”

Lin Shifeng suffered a small loss, and he almost made a big fool just now, and he already had lingering palpitations in his heart about Wang Chao's unpredictable boxing skills, although he was not convinced, and he blocked it in one breath. But I also understand that if I think about it, I will inevitably suffer losses.

Although he has power, guns and horses, he has not brought it today, and this is the base camp of Nanyang Tangmen. Where Tang Zichen was accumulating, he didn't dare to suffer a loss, so he let his descendants make trouble. So this loss can only be endured. Who called him inferior to others?

"Brother Zhao, this person's martial arts are really unfathomable. If you really want to deal with him, you must be cautious and never have any thoughts of underestimating the enemy. Also, the eldest brother just saw the details of this person? This person's martial arts seem to be good at Tai Chi, and the strength of the martial arts does not seem to be in the same vein as Tang Zichen, isn't it Tang Zichen's descendant?" After Lin Shifeng walked into the auditorium, he lowered his voice and said to Zhao Guangrong.

It turned out that he had just made a difficulty, and he also had the idea of trying Wang Chao's skills, so that Zhao Guangrong could completely see Wang Chao's strength. His martial arts are not weak, Shaolin is willing to box, practice ten directions smart, the whole body is like a hundred centipedes, surging every day, of course, there is a nickname, called "fire centipede", which means that he is poisonous, ruthless and spicy.

"I don't think this person's identity is by any means simple, he is not a nobody, just now he didn't say that his identity is neither high nor low, he must be a famous person. Tang Zichen's boxing technique jīng pith is all in the dragon and snake combined strike, containing a thousand changes. But it is also born from the dragon-shaped snake shape of Xingyi Fist, and a blow to the crotch of this person just now, which integrates the snake-shaped collapse into Tai Chi's "beating people in the plate", may not be Tang Zichen's descendant martial arts. Don't worry, I won't take the enemy lightly. ”

Zhao Guangrong is a character, just now when I saw Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng move, I have already seen the general foundation, Wang Chao Taijiquan "inverted monkey" can actually grab Diao's wrist, push a bone and then control the momentum of the bones of the whole body, and then the two styles of "holding the bird's tail" and "hugging the knee and stepping" are usual, but the strength and blood are wonderful, natural, and the last crotch collision is like a hundred gods and spirits, and it is extraordinary. So he immediately put away any contempt and regarded Wang Chao as a fierce rival.

Wang Chao didn't notice him, he still paid attention to Jiang Hai, but found that Jiang Hai was just intimate with the little girl next to him, rubbing one after another, as if no one else bit his ears and spoke, as if his own Lin Shifeng's small conflict just now could not attract his attention at all.

A series of big red firecrackers rang out outside the auditorium, and then the gongs and drums were noisy, and in an open space in front of the square of the auditorium, more than a dozen big golden retrievers, big red hair, green hair, yellow hair, white hair, and black haired lions danced by people, and their big eyes flashed and jumped, and on the benches built by the high wooden bridge stools, the fighting hairs played mighty, and they had to compete for a basket of bright color balls placed on the table of the most many layers of the eight immortals in the square.

This is a lion dance and a long-lasting ceremony for overseas Chinese to hold grand events. These lions are paid by the Tang Gate, and the disciples of each martial arts hall dance the lion, compete for the color ball, grab the lion after grabbing, and get the honor of the local celebrities with cinnabar pens to point their eyes, as well as a large amount of money "color head", so every lion dance, are very jīng color fierce, unique, of course, there is no lack of bloody brawls for the lottery robbery.

Firecrackers exploded, gongs and drums sounded, and lions danced happily. This big commotion attracted everyone's attention and attention, and the little unhappiness of Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng just now seemed to be no longer noticed and mentioned.

Even Wang Chao himself, with the fierce battle of more than a dozen brightly colored and brand-new lions, his thoughts were flying, and he felt the ancient traditional etiquette that the Chinese living in a foreign country have been adhering to for generations, compared with China, but it has a different flavor.

A majestic white-haired lion, the most majestic, on the bench of a high horse, rampage, those lions, are not opponents. Wang Chao saw that this lion was composed of two people, but it was two proud disciples of the Baiquan Yiwu Pavilion. The martial arts of these two disciples inherited the Baiquanyi Shaolin Leopard Fist short horse ups and downs, good at jumping hook hanging, horse strides steady, jumping and moving, and strong balance, no less than those Olympic champions who rotate at will on the balance beam. And the rest of the martial arts disciples of the lion dance are obviously dwarfed.

The white lion rampage, the rest of the lions fell off their horses one after another, and finally approached the stacked table of the eight immortals in the square, suddenly scurryed, grabbed the edge of the table, and a few turned over and fell to the top, grabbed the colored ball, jumped down, and happily ran in front of Tang Zichen and a bunch of people.

There is no doubt that the color of this lion dance conference was snatched away by the Baiquan Yiwu Pavilion. Now the lion is coming over with a ball, one is to take the color head, and the other is to ask Tang Zichen to take a cinnabar pen and point his eyes.

Although there are many celebrities and wealthy people present today, although there are many famous boxers, the only one who is qualified to use a cinnabar pen to point the lion's eyes is indeed Tang Zichen, the master of the Tang Sect.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Wang Chao suddenly heard Tang Zichen's voice whispering softly in his ear: "Little brother, you can give the color head and the lion eyes instead of me." As he spoke, Tang Zichen waved his hand, and a girl behind him brought up a red tray that had been prepared a long time ago, on which was a plate of bright red cinnabar, a brush, and a check for 88,880 US dollars.

Wang Chao clicked, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the snow-white wolf brush in the tray, and licked the bright cinnabar in the saucer. At this moment, the audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Chao's hand that picked up the brush and turned to him.

There were thousands of people in the audience, almost all of them from Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, the Philippines, and even Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, Taiwan, and China. The number of people and the complexity are like murky waters. It is precisely because of the complexity that from the beginning to the present, there are voices of their own conversations everywhere, and the noise is like a vegetable market, which has never stopped, and this sudden silent silence is too big compared to just now. I can't help but feel a strange feeling in everyone's hearts.

Although it is a simple ceremony of dotting the lion's eyes with a cinnabar pen, almost everyone knows the meaning contained in it: "Nanyang Tangmen, the helmsman is about to be changed." Tang Zichen's instruction has really put things on the table.

"Wait. ”

Suddenly, there was no sound, and it did not cause Wang Chao's hand to hold the pen to tremble, and he was still licking the cinnabar steadily, and just as he was about to give Bai Sè Lion's eyes up, Zhao Guangrong suddenly took a step and spoke. Now that Tang Zichen has officially put the matter on the table, he can no longer be silent, otherwise after letting Wang Chao nod his eyes, he will acquiesce in the matter.

"Zichen, all of you here today are all veterans of our Nanyang Tang Sect, which one is not a celebrity? What qualifications does this junior brother of yours have? Can you give the lion some eyes? Zichen, you want this little brother to be in charge of the affairs of the Nanyang Tang Sect, but he has shallow qualifications and is afraid that he can't take on this important responsibility, right?"

Zhao Guangrong looked at Tang Zichen with his eyes.

Just after he spoke, the silent scene also started to talk.

"Uncle, you're wrong. Master Wang Chao is the director of the dignified Laoshan Inner Family Boxing Gym, the first national art master in Greater East Asia, and he still has the qualifications to point lion eyes. ”

Just when Wang Chao was about to speak, Jiang Hai suddenly smiled and stood up, his voice was not loud, but it made everyone hear it very clearly.