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    "Young man, if you have practiced kung fu well, you don't have to be so ostentatious." After Zhao Guangrong dispelled the spinning force on Lin Shifeng, he put his hands under his ribs with a very casual look and no intention of taking action, but Wang Chao could feel him.  The whole body has been condensed into one, and he is holding on tightly, as if he is about to strike with thunder at any moment.  Wang Chao's martial arts skills and eyesight are so high that there are few in the world who can match him. Naturally, it can be seen that Zhao Guangrong's hand frame placed under his ribs and slightly raised is the "divine" in the thirty-two styles of Taizu Changquan.  "Fist", every move must be like being possessed by a god, and its power is unparalleled.  "But Wang Chao didn't want to be here and start fighting at the first sign of disagreement.  After all, it was the opening party of the Tang Sect's begging ceremony. The big bosses from both sides decided on life and death without even saying a few words. It was really ridiculous.  Moreover, Zhao Guangrong was a member of the Tang Sect after all. If he was injured or died, it would be the Tang Sect's own power that would be lost.  Wang Chao can see that he is also a person, and his martial arts skills are so high that he has never seen before. Among the boxing masters he has seen, only Wharton Tang Lianxi, a top master, can rival him.  If such a person could wholeheartedly integrate the Tang Sect and obey Tang Zichen's arrangements, he would definitely be a right-hand man.  "I have seen many people in my life, certainly not too few, but I have never been afraid of anyone. As for my status, it is neither high nor low, but compared with the two masters Lin and Zhao, it is not the same.  , there is absolutely no reason to call me Uncle Ho. Just now, Master Lin wanted to test my skills. If Master Zhao thinks that my skills are acceptable, there is no need to rush. Today is our Nanyang Tangmen.  On the day of the Qinqin Conference, everyone gathered happily and discussed each other as soon as the door opened, but it was somewhat indifferent to the occasion and time. "Wang Chao faced Zhao Guangrong's implicit attack, and his expression remained unchanged.  He just spoke calmly, neither humble nor arrogant, neither tepid nor hot, extremely plain.  "Humph, that's fine. I just want to see what kind of person you are." Zhao Guangrong lowered his hand slightly, dropped the air of "God Fist", turned to Lin Shifeng and said: "Brother Lin, don't use ordinary knowledge, let's go in  "Let's go." Lin Shifeng suffered a small loss and almost made a big mistake just now. He was already frightened by Wang Chao's unpredictable boxing skills. Although he was not convinced, he couldn't help but hold back.  But I also understand that if I continue to care about it, I will definitely suffer the loss.  Although he has power, guns and men, he didn¡¯t bring any with him today, and this is the headquarters of Nanyang Tang Sect.  Tang Zichen had accumulated great power, so he didn't dare to suffer a loss, so he let his direct lineage cause trouble.  Therefore, this loss can only be tolerated.  Who said his skills were inferior to others?  "Brother Zhao, this man's martial arts is really unfathomable. If you really want to deal with him, you must be careful and don't have any thoughts of underestimating the enemy. Also, brother has just seen this man's background.  No? This man's martial arts seems to be good at Tai Chi, and his martial arts skills don't seem to be of the same lineage as Tang Zichen. Isn't he a descendant of Tang Zichen?" Lin Shifeng lowered his voice and said to Zhao Guangrong after entering the auditorium.  It turns out that he just launched the attack with the idea of ??trying Wang Chao's skills, so that Zhao Guangrong could fully see Wang Chao's strength.  His martial arts is not weak either. Shaolin Xinyi has practiced his fists so that he can move in all directions. His whole body is like a hundred-segmented centipede, which is surging. Of course, he has a nickname, called "Fire Centipede", which means that he is poisonous and ruthless.  And spicy.  "I think this person's identity is by no means simple. He is not an unknown person. I didn't just say that his status is neither high nor low. He must be a famous figure. The essence of Tang Zichen's boxing skills is all in the dragon-snake combination attack, which contains all kinds of changes.  But it is also derived from the dragon-shaped snake shape of Xingyiquan. This person's hip strike just now merged the swivel snake-shaped collapse force into Tai Chi's "Hitting in the Pan", which may not be Tang Zichen's direct martial arts.  Don't worry, I won't underestimate the enemy.  " Zhao Guangrong is a character. When he saw Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng doing it, he had already seen his basic skills. Wang Chao's Tai Chi "holding the monkey backwards" was able to push a bone and control the bones of the whole body with just one move of grabbing a tricky wrist.  Momentum, the next two movements of "grasping the bird's tail" and "hugging the knees and holding the step" are ordinary, but the strength, energy and blood are exquisitely controlled, completely natural, and the last hip collision is like a hundred gods and spirits, otherworldly.  He immediately put away any contempt and regarded Wang Chao as his rival. Wang Chao didn't notice him. He still focused on Jiang Hai, but found that Jiang Hai was just making out with the little girl next to him.  If no one else was talking, it seemed that Lin Shifeng's little conflict just now didn't attract his attention at all. Bang bang bang bang! A series of red firecrackers sounded outside the auditorium, followed by gongs and drums in the auditorium.  In an open space in front of the square, there are more than a dozen golden, red, green, yellow, white and black lions dancing by people. They are smart and vigorous, with big eyes blinking.?, jumping around on the benches made of high wooden bridge stools, fighting with each other, trying to get a basket of colorful colorful balls placed on the Eight Immortals tables on many floors in the center of the square.  This is a time-honored ceremony where the overseas Chinese often hold grand events such as lion dancing and green picking.  These lions are all paid for by the Tang Sect, and disciples from various martial arts schools compete for lion dances and colorful balls. After grabbing the lion, they will be honored by a local celebrity with a cinnabar pen on their eyes, and a large sum of money as a "lucky prize"  ", so every lion dance is very exciting and exciting, and of course, there are also bloody fights for the lottery.  Firecrackers exploded, gongs and drums sounded, and lions danced happily.  This big fuss attracted everyone's attention and attention. No one seemed to notice or mention the little unpleasantness between Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng just now.  Even Wang Chao himself, as a dozen brightly colored and brand-new lions fought fiercely, his thoughts were flying, and he felt that the ancient traditional etiquette inherited by the Chinese living in a foreign country from generation to generation had a different flavor compared with that at home.  A majestic white-haired lion, the most majestic, rampaged on the high horse bench, and the lions were no match for it.  Wang Chao saw that this lion was composed of two people, but they were two proud disciples of Baiquan Yiwu Hall.  The martial arts of these two disciples inherited the short horse rise and fall of Baiquan Yi Shaolin Leopard Boxing. They are good at jumping on the hooked frame. Their horse steps are steady, they jump and prance, and their balance is as strong as those in Olympic gymnastics who rotate at will on the balance beam.  champion.  The other lion dance martial arts disciples were obviously dwarfed by comparison.  The white lion ran rampant, and the other lions fell off their horses one after another. Finally, they approached the stacked Eight Immortals table in the center of the square. Suddenly they jumped up and put themselves on the edge of the table. After a few turns, they reached the top, grabbed the colored balls, jumped down, and ran happily to the top.  Tang Zichen was in front of a group of people.  There is no doubt that the prize for this lion dance competition was snatched away by Baiquan Yiwu Hall.  Now the lion came over with the ball in its mouth, first to get the lottery head, and secondly to ask Tang Zichen to use a cinnabar pen to dot his eyes.  Although there are many celebrities, rich and famous boxers present today, there is indeed only Tang Zichen, the head of the Tang Sect, who is qualified to use a cinnabar pen to point the eyes of a lion.  Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Wang Chao suddenly heard Tang Zichen's voice speaking softly next to his ear: "Brother, you can give the lottery head and the eyes of the lion on my behalf." With that, Tang Zichen used his hands to  After waving, a girl behind him brought up a red tray that had been prepared. On the tray were a plate of cinnabar that was as red as blood, a writing brush, and a sheet of eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight.  A check for ten dollars.  Wang Chao clicked, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the large snow-white brush on the tray, and licked the bright cinnabar on the plate.  At this moment, the whole place suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Chao's hand that picked up the brush, and then turned to him.  There were thousands of people in the audience, almost all Tang Sect Chinese celebrities and rich people from Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, the Philippines, and even Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, Taiwan, and Japan.  The number of people and the complexity are like turbid sea water.  Because of the complexity, from the beginning to now, there were voices of people talking everywhere, and it was like a vegetable market that never stopped. The contrast between this sudden silence and the previous one was really great.  Everyone couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in their 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 Tang Sect is about to change its helmsman." Tang Zichen's instruction has really put the matter on the table.  .  "Wait a minute." The sudden silence did not cause any tremor in Wang Chao's hand holding the pen. He was still licking the cinnabar steadily. Just when he was about to open his eyes to the white lion, Zhao Guangrong suddenly collapsed.  Take a step and speak.  Now that Tang Zichen has officially put the matter on the table, he can no longer remain silent, otherwise Wang Chao will acquiesce to the matter after he clicks his eyes.  "Zi Chen, all of you present today are all elders of our Nanyang Tang Sect. Which one of them is not a celebrity? What qualifications does your little brother have? Can he give a lion an eye? Zi Chen, you are determined to have this little brother.  He is in charge of the affairs of the Nanyang Tang Sect. Is he afraid that he will not be able to take on this important task due to his limited qualifications?" Zhao Guangrong looked at Tang Zichen.  Just after he spoke, the silent scene started to buzz with discussions.  "Uncle, you are wrong. Master Wang Chao is the dignified director of the Laoshan Neijia Boxing Gym and the first martial arts master in Greater East Asia. He is still qualified to do the lion's eye." Just when Wang Chao was about to speak,  Jiang Hai suddenly smiled and stood up. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear for everyone to hear.  Please search Piaotian literature, novels??Good updates are faster!
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