Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

Afterwards, Chen Yunfeng took Yang Ming for a stroll in the National Martial Arts Museum and introduced him to several martial artists he knew.

Some of them met in competitions, and some of them formed friendships after experiencing life and death. But most warriors are straightforward and rarely beat around the bush.

"Junior brother, this is Master Zhao, he is good at Tongbiquan,"

"Master Huang is proficient in the 12-style Tan Legs,"

"There is also Master Eagle Claw King and Master Fang who is good at Baguazhang."

Chen Yunfeng's introduction drew surprised looks from everyone present.

"Brother Chen, your junior fellow apprentice is really young and promising!"

"Chen Yunfeng, you got a great bargain this time. Your apprentice has become your junior fellow apprentice in the blink of an eye?"

"Aren't you afraid that if your elders find out, they will jump out of their graves to settle accounts with you?"

"Humph, if my old man knew Yang Ming's talent, he would probably be so happy that he couldn't stop grinning!"

"Alright, alright, stop teasing me!"

Yang Ming could also feel that Chen Yunfeng had a close relationship with these warriors, so these jokes that seemed quite disrespectful to ordinary people were perfectly normal among them.

After a relaxed conversation, they began to inquire about Yang Ming's background intentionally or unintentionally. After all, they also had their own disciples who were going to participate in the competition. If they could get to know Yang Ming, at least they would have a rough idea in their hearts.

"Don't even think about getting my junior brother's trump card out of me."

"You are already old, but you still have such thoughts. Aren't you ashamed?" After saying that, Chen Yunfeng pulled Yang Ming aside and began to explain in detail.

"Brother, let me tell you, the disciples of these guys..."

Seeing Chen Yunfeng's serious look, Yang Ming felt warm in his heart. He sighed, "It is true that "people who are close to vermilion become red, and people who are close to ink may not be black." Such a senior brother is like a relative to him, and he hopes that there will be more senior brothers to take care of him in the future.

On the stage of Chinese martial arts competition, once the feeling of protecting your mate comes to your mind, the sense of satisfaction is like a spring breeze on your face, which is difficult to describe in words.

"Baguamen, Shao Yong, please give me your guidance!" The other party's voice echoed in the field, clear and firm.

Yang Ming stared at this slightly mature opponent, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart. Just the day before, Master Chen Yunfeng specially introduced him to those talented people under his old friends, and Shao Yong was one of them. However, at this moment, the competition was about to begin, and he quickly gathered his mind and nodded slightly to the other party to show respect.

"Tai Chi, Yang Ming." He responded calmly, without a trace of emotion in his tone. The referee's bell rang, and the contest between the two began.

Off the field, Master Zhang from Bagua Sect suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but smiled at Chen Yunfeng, "Brother Chen, your junior looks so young, how many rounds do you think he can fight Shao Yong?"

Chen Yunfeng didn't take it seriously, but responded with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you have full confidence in Shao Yong, aren't you afraid that he will be defeated by my junior brother?"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhang's eyes widened and he retorted, "How is this possible! Shao Yong has followed me for many years and is now in the late Ming Jin stage. It is only a matter of time before he turns thirty and enters the An Jin stage. Moreover, there is a subtle restraint relationship between Baguazhang and Tai Chi. I really don't know how Shao Yong could lose!"

After hearing this, Chen Yunfeng still smiled and said nothing: "If my junior brother wins by chance, would you be willing to give me your jar of precious wine?"

Master Zhang agreed without hesitation: "Of course, I have full confidence in my apprentice's ability!"

However, just as he finished speaking, the situation on the field took a surprising turn. Shao Yong was easily pushed out of the ring under Yang Ming's Tai Chi entanglement.

Master Zhang and Shao Yong looked at each other with disbelief on their faces.

If he didn't know his disciple's strength very well, he would almost suspect that this was a trap designed by Chen Yunfeng and Yang Ming.

"Brother Chen, how long has your junior brother followed you? I have never heard you mention him before." Master Zhang asked puzzledly.

Chen Yunfeng smiled and replied, "My junior brother has only been a student of Chen style Tai Chi for a few months."

"How...how is this possible!" Master Zhang was shocked. "Could it be that he has already practiced in other sects?"

"Perhaps it can be said that he has a certain foundation in martial arts." Chen Yunfeng was vague. He knew very well that although Yang Ming had just started learning, he had already taught himself Bajiquan before he met him.

However, it is truly amazing to be able to reach such a level in such a short period of time.

At first, Yang Ming did not expect that the duel would be so evenly matched and fierce.

However, the reality was very different from what he expected, as if he was in a drill to teach novices. Yes, that's right!

At the beginning of the game, he deliberately slowed down his pace, intending to familiarize himself with the unique skills of various heroes, but at the same time he did not want to embarrass his opponents too early.

Yang Ming deliberately concealed some of his strength in the preliminary round. After he understood his opponent's skills, he used the lingering power of Tai Chi to cleverly push the opponent out of the ring.

However, as the competition progressed, Yang Ming gradually realized that these opponents could not give him too many challenges and growth opportunities, so he stopped hesitating and just wanted to win quickly. Soon, he sent several opponents off the stage one after another.

This series of brilliant performances immediately attracted the attention of people around.

People gathered around Chen Yunfeng, no longer beating around the bush, but asked directly: "Mr. Chen, could this junior brother of yours be the reincarnation of a senior in your family? He has such profound strength at such a young age, I'm afraid even the grandmaster of your Chenjiagou can hardly match him, right?"

"He is simply a contemporary martial arts prodigy!"

Hearing these praises, Chen Yunfeng was filled with pride.

He almost wanted to show off that Yang Ming had only been learning Chinese martial arts for less than half a year. But reason told him that it would be better to keep a low profile at this time.

The talent Yang Ming showed was enough to make him stand out in the martial arts world and bring glory to Chen-style Tai Chi. If Yang Ming's background was revealed for a little fame, it would probably cause unnecessary trouble.

He was well aware of the truth that "a big tree attracts the wind", so he chose to remain silent.

"Okay, seniors, if you're envious, just say so!"

"I have to tell you, this is my junior fellow apprentice, the treasure of our Chen-style Tai Chi!"

"If you want to poach me, think twice before you act. Be careful or I'll set off firecrackers at your doorstep during the Chinese New Year!"

Facing Chen Yunfeng's half-joking warning, everyone smiled helplessly. They knew Chen Yunfeng's character very well and understood his implicit meaning.

What's more, Yang Ming is not only Chen Yunfeng's junior brother, but also an outstanding martial arts star. How dare they show the slightest disrespect?