My daughter is so annoying

Hearing this, the driver glanced at Fang Cheng from the rearview mirror through the sunglasses, and there was some surprise and doubt in his eyes under the sunglasses.

In the previous martial arts exchange meetings, Senior Zhang was always alone. Why did he bring a young man over this year? Listening to this young man's words, he seemed to have practiced martial arts not long ago. Could it be that Senior Zhang accepted him as an apprentice?

Then today's exchange meeting is a bit interesting.

Fang Cheng opened the window of the car, took three deep breaths, and asked again: "Uncle Zhang, those people wouldn't attack lightly and hard, right?"

"will not."

"A few days ago, I saw a person who claimed to be the head of Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan on the Internet. He seemed to be called Ma Baoguo. Didn't he come?"

"Ma Baoguo?"

As soon as these words were said, not only Zhang Shanfeng laughed, but even the driver couldn't help laughing.

"He is not even a clown in our circle."

"it is as expected…"

The car stopped slowly.

The entrance of a quaint house.

The banner "Welcome all martial arts experts to the [-]th Chinese Wushu Exchange Conference" was hung on the wall.

Zhang Shanfeng pushed the car door: "Let's go in."

It's all here, and now I can only bite the bullet and go in.

Two people, one old and one young, walked in along the door of the house. The inside was a bit bigger than Fang Cheng imagined, and it could easily accommodate two to three hundred people.

When Zhang Shanfeng walked in with Fang Cheng, there were already quite a few people inside, most of them were a combination of old and young, probably masters and apprentices.

When everyone saw Zhang Shanfeng approaching, they came over one after another.

Fang Cheng muttered in his heart: Looking at this posture, Uncle Zhang has a very high status in this circle.

"Zhang Shanfeng, long time no see."

"Shanfeng, I finally hoped for you."

"..."

Zhang Shanfeng responded one by one, and would introduce to Fang Cheng from time to time which sect these people belonged to.

An old man with white hair but a good complexion saw Fang Cheng following Zhang Shanfeng, stepped forward and asked, "Zhang Shanfeng, isn't this young man your apprentice?"

Zhang Shanfeng laughed: "It can only be regarded as half an apprentice."

"Half?"

"I just taught a little bit, and I haven't really worshiped the teacher. I thought it was lively here today, so I brought him here to see and see the world."

The demeanor of Zhang Shanfeng's gestures is completely different from the honest and honest one in the past.

"You wait, I'll ask my apprentice to come over and get to know half of your apprentice."

After the old man left, the smile on Zhang Shanfeng's face disappeared immediately, and he whispered: "He is Chen Fang, the successor of Chen-style Taijiquan."

"Tai Chi, isn't that the same school as you?"

"No, Taijiquan has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it has already been divided into different factions. Their Chen-style Taijiquan is completely different from ours, and the ancestor we enshrine is not the same person, so strictly speaking, I Not only is he not in the same faction, but because of the question of 'who is the orthodox'."

Fang Cheng asked tentatively: "So you've always been his rival?"

"You can say that."

Fang Cheng remembered the smiles on the faces of the two just now, and instantly felt that the world of the elderly is more complicated than that of adults.

Not too long.

Chen Fang walked over with a burly young man.

"This is Senior Zhang Shanfeng of Taijiquan, this is..." Chen Fang looked at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng hurriedly said: "Hello Senior Chen, my name is Fang Cheng."

Chen Fang nodded and smiled: "This is my apprentice Feng Hu, you young people get to know each other."

Feng Hu extended his hand generously towards Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand.

The moment the two hands fell together, Fang Cheng's expression suddenly changed.

"This!"

Although Feng Hu had a smile on his face, the veins on the back of his hands were already bulging, and it could be seen that he had used a lot of strength.

Fang Cheng withdrew his smile, and returned it with color.

Zhang Shanfeng and Chen Fang watched from the side.

Chen Fang was full of confidence. Feng Hu was a good apprentice he had single-handedly taught. He had nothing to say about his physical fitness. Chen Fang didn't think that his apprentice would lose to half of Zhang Shanfeng's apprentice.

Zhang Shanfeng didn't panic either.

He had seen Fang Cheng's strength before. At that time, Fang Cheng had not started to practice martial arts, and his strength was far beyond ordinary people. What's more, he had practiced Wu Qin Xi for so long, and Zhang Shanfeng didn't think Fang Cheng would lose.

As a result, Fang Cheng and Feng Hu became deadlocked.

The two people's hands were tightly held together as if they were stained with 502 glue.

The color of the right hands of the two people changed from yellow to white, and then from white to red, and the expressions of the two people also changed in the back.

Fang Cheng just kept holding it hard. Although his hand hurt a little, it was completely acceptable. He didn't understand the rules of martial arts, but he knew that whoever let go first in this situation would lose. Fang Cheng was not alone. People who like to admit defeat have never been.

"bang!"

The sound of gongs suddenly sounded in my ears.

An old man in a suit walked onto the stage, held a microphone and said happily: "Everyone be quiet, be quiet, almost everyone is here, let me say a few words first."

Feng Hu and Fang Cheng looked at each other and let go of their hands.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly.

Feng Hu's face was ashen, and his hands were trembling behind his back.