Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

In Tang Yun's live broadcast room, a heated discussion broke out in an instant.

"what happened?"

When everyone was excited, the middle-aged man's brows suddenly trembled.

His hand tapped lightly on his ear.

A scold came from the private channel of the Zhang family in Tianyun City.

With this sound, even he couldn't help but tremble.

They came here with Zhang Fenglong's mission. If the mission cannot be completed, he will naturally know what the consequences will be.

Zhang Fenglong has always been cruel and ruthless, and the Zhang family is powerful.

If you can't complete the task, you will only die when you go back.

"Young Master Zhang, don't worry, this kid will definitely not be able to leave this place today."

Wang Chenhe lowered his voice and whispered.

But no matter how softly he whispered, it couldn't escape Zhang Nian's ears.

Zhang Nian looked at Wang Chenhe and the others, but thought to himself.

"Sure enough, there is a greater strength hidden behind them. I thought it was just some people from the local martial arts gym who were fighting with Arnold. I didn't expect that it was not that simple."

"Tai Chi wins!"

"Now they have nothing to say."

"Let's interview Zhang Nian for a few words."

When the reporters nearby saw this scene, they naturally wanted to grab the headlines.

However, before they swarmed forward, a figure blocked the only way they had to pass towards Zhang Nian.

The crowd stopped abruptly.

Tang Yun, who stood at the front, frowned and said sharply.

"Why, who are you, are you going to hinder our freedom of the press?"

Standing in front of him was the old man who looked a bit crooked.

He finally opened his eyes, but they were so small that he looked as if he had been smiling.

It looked very weird.

Although the old man was short in stature, his aura instantly made those around him who had never practiced martial arts feel an inexplicable invisible pressure.

The creases on his face moved and his parched mouth opened.

"Don't worry, everyone. I am also the one who came to ask Mr. Zhang for advice on two moves. I am the authentic heir of Histema, and this Mr. Wang Chenhe has practiced Filipino boxing since he was a child. Although he is not a master, he has always wanted to I have to do two tricks with the master, I hope you don't bother."

"What are you guys doing? Fighting with wheels, bullying the few because of the number of people?"

Tang Yun became annoyed, raised her hand and shouted.

"That's right, isn't this bullying?"

All the reporters also echoed.

The old man raised his eyebrows and his mouth parted.

He didn't say a word, just waved his hands forward.

Everyone was in an uproar.

I saw that the old man's hands were full of calluses.

The entire palm seemed to be more than double the size of a normal person's hand.

The most frightening thing is that this old man looks like he is in his sixties or seventies.

But that hand looked strong and scary, and it was covered with hardened muscles.

"Hey, isn't Taijiquan claimed to be very good at fighting? What's wrong with wheel fighting?"

"Isn't it? If you can win the wheel battle, you are a real master."

"It's going so smoothly ahead, I guess Zhang Nian didn't waste much energy now, so it's a joke to say it can't be done now."

Seeing this situation, the people next to him began to defect one after another.

A group of people had hidden scheming in their words. Although they had no way to connect to the Internet, the two groups fought and took some videos. Whether Zhang Nian won or lost, there was something to hype.

Among the crowd, only Tang Yun was indignant.

This group of people who have never practiced martial arts don't know.

Although it is said that martial arts practitioners have higher physical strength than ordinary people, such back-and-forth wheel battles are very exhausting.

Moreover, these few challengers do not seem to be weak.

For Zhang Nian, this is tantamount to overdrawing his physical strength.

However, when looking at Zhang Nian, he found that Zhang Nian was not affected by the atmosphere here.

He held his breath, and was rapidly recovering the physical strength he had just consumed.

From the very beginning, he knew that if this group of people came today, if he didn't knock them all down, he would definitely not be able to leave.

The Young Master Zhang they were talking about probably had no intention of letting him get out alive.

"Are you ready?"

At this time, Zhang Nian was transporting his qi to his dantian, and when his internal energy was slowly moistening his limbs, he heard a deep voice outside, interrupting him.

Slowly opening his eyes, Wang Chenhe stood in front of him with an indifferent face.

He glanced at the two short knives in the opponent's hand, and couldn't help grinning.

"As the old saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong. I don't want to bully you."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Nian threw the Wuji stick aside.

He naturally knew that this group of people plus the group of reporters who liked to make trouble the most made him fall into a very helpless situation at this time.

That is, he not only wants to win, but also wins their hearts and minds.

"Ding, the new mission system prompts: Kill Wang Chenhe. Mission reward: divine equipment, Azure Dragon Cloud Walking Boots!"

Zhang Nian blinked, and a pair of black short boots appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing its attributes, Zhang Nian felt lightened, not feeling a little surprised.

In less than an hour, two pieces of divine equipment.

This is something ordinary people can't get even if they die.

The idea of ​​complaining about this system before was swept away.

"Why are you in a daze, do you want to give you time to prepare?"

Wang Chenhe's cold voice sounded again.

Zhang Nian smiled slightly and put on a posture.

With a light step on the foot, a wave of energy instantly spread throughout the body.

Wang Chenhe gently turned the two sabers, and said coldly.

"I don't bully you either, since you don't use weapons, you can use whatever kung fu you want."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on."

Zhang Nian gave him a provocative look.

Wang Chenhe snorted coldly, and the two knives danced vigorously in an instant.

The people around couldn't help but sigh.

This pair of knives dance was so unpredictable that it couldn't even catch its shadow.

A pair of steel blades seemed to have become a part of Wang Chenhe's body.

"I heard that Filipino boxing is a killing technique."

"It's over now, I've encountered a hard stubble."

"There's nothing to read, let's write the final draft."

Seeing the confrontation between Wang Chenhe and Zhang Nian, the reporters couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Just looking at it this way, the outcome has already been decided.

But Zhang Nian still has one mind and one mind, holding on to his disability and not moving at all.

Suddenly, Wang Chenhe suddenly looked forward, and the steel knife in his hand was activated extremely quickly.

Sure enough, it was a trick to kill, and it was looking into Zhang Nian's heart.

"Huh!"

The crowd also became anxious for a moment, but it seemed that they themselves were the target of Wang Chenhe's attack.

At this moment, there is nowhere to hide from this fierce attack.

Tang Yun's palms were already sweating, and she couldn't help murmuring softly.

But he didn't want Zhang Nian to take a deep breath at this time, as if holding the moon with his hands, he twisted his body to avoid the fatal blow.

Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed Wang Chenhe's wrist.

Wang Chenhe chuckled, the steel knife in his hand turned around, turned from reverse to straight, and cut towards Zhang Nian's wrist.