In a blink of an eye, the date of the "Martial Arts Conference" came.
Xu Zhengyang is the representative of the country. Today he made a special trip to the Chen family's villa in Foshan to invite the principal.
After arriving at home, he found that Chen Xixiang had walked out with a man he was familiar with and couldn't be more familiar with.
Chen Xixiang smiled and said:
"Mr. Xu, my new apprentice is going with me today."
Bruce Lee smiled elegantly and politely at Xu Zhengyang and said, "Hello, Mr. Xu, I am Bruce Lee."
Within these few days, he sincerely became a disciple of Chen Xixiang.
Although it has only been a few days, he has still benefited a lot from Chen Xixiang and his verbal guidance.
The so-called true inheritance is one sentence, and the family inheritance is thousands of books.
Bruce Lee was a unique talent. He had a precise understanding of his physical strength and all aspects of his body. After Chen Xixiang opened the door to the true inheritance of internal martial arts, some of his skills were almost as easy as a fingertip.
So in only a few days, Bruce Lee's understanding of martial arts seemed to have entered a new field.
Xu Zhengyang also nodded and said politely to Bruce Lee: "Mr. Li is well-known at home and abroad. It is also an honor for me to meet him in person today."
Bruce Lee smiled slightly and was not too polite.
Even so, he did not dare to look down upon the person in front of him.
He already understood what Chen Xixiang was taking him to do today.
He also knew the name of the person in front of him very well.
The prestigious Ouchi bodyguard, the number one Gestapo in the capital, and the personal bodyguard of some elderly people.
What's behind it is terrifying.
"Okay, don't be polite, everyone, let's go."
Chen Xixiang didn't say any nonsense, just said something to the two of them, and then greeted them to go to today's destination.
Heyimen is located in a small urban area of Foshan.
The surrounding environment cannot be said to be very quiet, let alone very heroic, and is even a bit dirty and shabby.
But the reason why I chose this place is in response to the saying "The mountain is not high, as long as there are immortals, it will be famous." There is no better place to gather this event than here.
The three of them were driven by Xu Zhengyang and soon arrived in front of the Heyimen Martial Arts Hall.
After hearing the sound of the classic Hongqi car engine outside the door.
The faces of the men, women, old people and other martial arts figures sitting on the dozens of huanghuali wood Taishi chairs in the courtyard of Heyimen all changed slightly, and they said at the same time:
"coming."
immediately.
The Eagle Claw, Iron Cloth Shirt, Pi Gua, Tong Bei, Iron Wire, Jing Na, He Yi Sect, Cai Li Fu, Stab Foot, and a young Wudang Taoist priest and Hong Ye, as well as various sects came to follow this trip. The young people behind their master all looked towards the door.
Chen Xixiang appeared at the door first, looking inward.
As the matchmaker, Hong Ye immediately laughed, stood up and said:
"Mr. Chen, we are finally here. Come on, let's get to know each other first."
He finished speaking.
A tattooed man sitting on one of the seats laughed deeply and said: "We don't know about Mr. Chen's current reputation, so we should report his family here."
After saying that, he stood up, showing his arm with a green dragon tattoo and cupping his fists, and said in a cold voice: "Wang Zhe is the master of the great capture."
Chen Xixiang clasped his fists in return, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Master Wang."
This is the capture king who fought with Feng Yuxiu for dozens of rounds in the original plot and was eventually killed.
After Wang Zhe finished speaking, some of the other people in the seats stood up, or some did not get up at all, but just sat there and announced their door.
"Guangnan Eagle Claw Sect Chen Tianzhi!"
"Iron cloth shirt Hu Wen!"
"Pi Gua Men Zuo Qiumei!"
"Tongbei Fist Ma Chuhong!"
"Iron Fist Huang Qiao San!"
"One single hero!"
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These seven people were slightly younger. The oldest one was Ma Chuhong, who was practicing Tongbei Quan. He was about forty years old. They all stood up and bowed their hands to Chen Xixiang. Their expressions showed no obvious joy or anger.
Three others did not get up.
Two of them were clearly the two old men from Suzhou Garden.
"Cai Li Fuquan Zhu Fuming."
"Punch Wu Changmin in the foot."
The two old men had expressionless faces and did not stand up. They just sat there and quietly reported the origin of their fists and kicks.
The last one left was a young man covered in famous brands. He looked no more than twenty-five years old. He held the sword in his arms and did not stand up, but said in an elegant tone: "Xiao Dao Guo Jiaoyang, Wudang Taiyi The twenty-eighth generation successor of Yunmen Sword."
Chen Xixiang's eyes focused on this young man practicing swordsmanship in Wudang.
Although he did not stand up, Chen Xixiang could see that although he was sitting on the Taishi chair, the soles of his feet did not completely fall on the bluestone, but were constantly rising and falling slightly. If you listened carefully, you would find that the soles of his feet were rising and falling slightly. It was the same frequency as his breathing.
This is a real master of swordsmanship.
Just sitting there makes people feel like a dragon lying there. If you step on tiptoe at any time, the long sword will be unsheathed. With a flash of light, it will pierce people like lightning. throat, killing people.
The goal of practicing Kung Fu in both internal and external schools is nothing more than to make the skin and flesh harder and the muscles and bones stronger, so that when fighting with others, they can withstand other people's punches, or their own bones are extremely hard and can be punched. A punch can break the opponent's skin and bones.
But the sword is a weapon, so there is no need to ask for these things.
Swordsmanship usually focuses on steps and body movements to achieve a flexible body shape. Then, when you find a gap, you can thrust your sword through it and penetrate the person like a candied haws.
No matter how hard your bones are and how tough your skin is, a sword will still pierce you.
This Guo Jiaoyang is a master with swords. In the past, even if he didn't have the internal boxing skills, he could still kill many internal boxers with his bare hands with his superb swordsmanship.
Chen Xixiang greeted them one by one.
Especially for the three people who didn't stand up. After they arrived, laughter rumbled:
"I really didn't expect that even in modern times, the martial arts world is still full of masters. It seems that everyone will not disappoint each other today."
His smile was also meant to show off to these arrogant old men.
The laughter spread along with the words, which actually made the eardrums of many young people in the martial arts hall slightly vibrate. Chen Xixiang's voice was obviously not very loud, but it seemed to give most people the illusion of deafening.
Du Fuming and Wu Changmin's expressions changed slightly, and when they looked at Chen Xixiang attentively, a different kind of illusion suddenly arose in their hearts.
Although this young man seemed calm and calm when he spoke, he had a hidden edge. He felt like a high-ranking official from the central government. He didn't have to deliberately reveal anything, and he could make ordinary people feel good with just a few gestures. Be in awe.
That is the invisible authority brought by power.
Chen Xixiang actually had such an aura at this time.
Xu Zhengyang watched this scene behind Chen Xixiang, and was slightly shocked, saying: "This Chen Xixiang, although I have watched him in several martial arts competitions and know that his boxing and kicking skills are terrifying, how did he develop this invisible aura? I only had a deep understanding of the momentum when I was around those old people."
When an official is in a high position and is commanding, he will develop an official authority.
Chen Xixiang's momentum was developed through continuous practice and fighting with others over the past year.
Every breakthrough in kung fu is a leap in life level for those who practice martial arts. In addition, Chen Xixiang has beaten more than one person to death with his fists. The invisible blessings of these experiences and realizations on his soul naturally made him have this ability. Even if the head of state is in front of him, he can still regard himself as an equal status in his heart.
This is the reason why boxing should develop the momentum of "hitting people like pulling weeds".
After seeing Chen Xixiang suppressing several old leaders who relied on their elders and respect themselves with invisible momentum.
Guo Jiaoyang smiled and clapped his hands:
"Okay, the momentum is extraordinary. As expected of Mr. Chen, let's stop talking nonsense. To put it bluntly, this exchange meeting today is to use the name of martial arts competition to introduce the strongest representative recognized by the martial arts world, and then let the country use it to build momentum."
"Although you, Chen Xixiang, are great, after all, the people here are not as doughy as Fang Fang. At least I don't want to admit that the number one in the martial arts world must be you, Chen Xixiang!"
Having said this, some people on the seats looked slightly moved, but didn't say much.
Guo Jiaoyang walked directly in the center of the courtyard and smiled indifferently:
"The seniors are very self-sufficient, and it seems they are unwilling to be the first to stand up. In this case, I will be the one to take the lead."
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