Chapter 992

"Shut up

Lu Zhangqi suddenly raised her eyebrows, snorted angrily, and scolded: "now, boxing is the most important thing

"But, elder sister..." Lu Shaofeng clenched his teeth, extremely angry and unwilling.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Lu Zhangqi's cold eyes

"As I said, I'll put your broken things aside. What's more, Chen Xuanfeng is awed by a person like a dragon. The other person's identity is mysterious and the origin is absolutely not simple. It's all about finding out who he is."

"Miss Lu, who are you talking about? Maybe I can help See here, Chaman mouth slightly a hook, smile.

Before Lu Zhangqi could speak, Lu Shaofeng cried out with joy

"It's a little bastard from inland. He's a warrior. He's not weak. I want him to die without a burial place!"

"Little bastard? Young? "

Hearing these words, Chaman's eyes flashed, his face was full of smile, and he said with ease:

"Lu Shao, if you want to revenge on a hairy boy, it's very simple!

This time I came to the West Island, my most outstanding apprentice Chacha also came here. I went to play in the Kowloon Walled City last night, but I haven't come back yet. I should be in the bed of another woman. "

With that, he reported a series of phone numbers and said directly, "this is the contact information for guessing. You can contact him and let him help you solve the little bastard who offended Lu Shao."

Lu Zhangqi originally wanted to say something, but she didn't know what she thought of. In the end, she didn't say anything and her eyes flickered.

She didn't believe in Wang Xu's identity as the so-called Prince of China. She just regarded him as an impostor.

It's just a good time to test the other party with guessing.

"But that little bastard is a little hard to deal with... How about your apprentice's strength?" Lu Shaofeng hesitated a little. What he wanted was that Chapman would do it himself.

"Chachai is my most proud disciple. He played in the black boxing field at the age of 20. In the past six years, he has won 208 games, drawn 26 games, and never lost."

Chapman said haughtily and looked at Lu Zhangqi, who was silent beside her eyes. There was a trace of fun in her voice

"Miss Lu said before that the strongest fighter under you is the dead greedy wolf, right? I'm sure that the strength of chacai will never be weaker or even better than this greedy wolf. "

Hearing the speech, Lu Shaofeng was overjoyed.

He has seen the power of the greedy wolf with his own eyes. He can easily blow the air with a single blow, release the internal force and condense the gas into a gang, and even ignore the ordinary small pistol bullets.

If Cha guess is really better than greedy wolf, then the little bastard named Wang Xu is bound to die.

Lu Shaofeng gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of excitement.

"And Chen Xuanfeng, the master of Feng Shui, who thinks he is a little famous, can ignore me wantonly?

When that little bastard dies, it will be your turn soon. Even if you regret kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy, it's no use! "

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Kowloon Walled City.

After leaving the breakfast stand, under the leadership of Pang Fengyue, Wang Xu soon stood in front of a boxing hall with "Pang's chanting spring".

The martial arts hall is not big. It can only be regarded as medium in Longcheng, but the facade decoration has an ancient style, especially the plaque on the lintel.

Pang Yongchun's four characters are majestic. At a glance, it gives people a sense of magnificence to face the collapse of mountains and rivers.

"This plaque is made by my grandfather's grandfather, using his fingers as a pen and writing. It has a history of nearly 200 years. It is the signboard of my Ponzi boxing." Seeing that Wang Xu seemed interested in the plaque, Pang Fengyue introduced it with pride.

"The strength is good, the artistic conception is also good."

Wang Xu smiles and praises at will.

To tell you the truth, the plaque is made of Hongshan wood, which is popular in southern China. The wood is hard, and after special production, it is no less than refined steel. If you can write these words with your fingers out of thin air on it, you can call it a great master.

In addition, in the eyes of experts, there is also a kind of open and restrained will of martial arts, which belongs to the original owner's special understanding of his own martial arts. Although there are not many remains after two hundred years, it still can't escape Wang Xu's idea.

However, for him, after all, it is just good.

Walking into the boxing hall, there is a huge hall. Instead of a boxing ring, there is a row of plum blossom piles, surrounded by more than ten wooden pile frames.

The ground is not the grandiose wooden floor in other boxing halls, but a piece of compacted loess. Walking on it, you have the illusion of stepping on steel plate. This is because Huangtu has been trampled by countless martial arts practitioners for two hundred years.

At this time, not at about seven in the morning.

There are not many people in the martial arts center. Except for the cleaners, there is only a 17-year-old boy who is hard working on wooden posts.

The young man is serious, and his posture is straight. He starts with Fengyan fist. During this period, he constantly cooperates with the change of LiuYe palm, ties up the three character horse, and constantly contacts the attack and defense with his hands on the wooden man pile.

His technique is very skillful, and his speed is extremely fast. He uses his hands, cuts, sinks, marks, arms, wrists and fingers, sticks, touches, irons, and steals. After a set of attack and defense skills, the quick person is dazzled. If ordinary people blink a little, they are afraid that they will miss at least six boxing changes.

"In modern society, there are few teenagers who work so hard." Wang Xu's eyes brightened slightly. He gave a light smile, shook his head and sighed

"It's a pity that you can't exercise properly. No matter how hard you try, you'll get half the result with twice the effort, except for hurting your body and mind."

He didn't speak in a loud voice, but he didn't cover it up. The lack of people in the martial arts school means silence. Naturally, he can't escape the ears of the young man. He immediately stopped and turned to look at it coldly.

Seeing Wang Xu, the boy didn't get angry for the first time. Instead, he seemed calm and even bowed slightly to Pang Fengyue

"Good morning, elder martial sister Fengyue."

Then he nodded to Li Cheng

"Younger martial brother Li Cheng, it's also early."

Li Cheng is at least three years older than a teenager, but he is called younger martial brother by the other side. Wang Xu is not surprised. Although the boxing inheritance in Southeast China pays attention to external training, it also belongs to the branch of martial arts.

The martial arts have no priority, and the strong are respected. In Wang Xu's eyes, the strength of the youth is at least three-tier strength, even better than Pang Fengyue, and even better than Li Cheng.

What's more, Wang Xu also saw the emptiness and reality of Pang's Yongchun through the breath of the young man's attack and defense.

Pang Yongchun not only pays attention to external training, but also does not lack internal skills.

When young people attack wooden man piles, they constantly use special body shape and tightness methods to stimulate the internal organs and meridians, so as to arouse the subtle force of heaven and earth in the space around the body and enhance their own Qi and blood through breathing.

"Mr. Wang, this is my younger martial brother and my father's most proud disciple, Lengwu." Pang Fengyue whispered.

Only then did the boy look up, look directly into Wang Xu's eyes and ask without expression:

"You say I can't practice properly and get half the result with twice the effort? Who do you think you are? My master still dare not say so, you... "

Then he raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, pointed to Wang Xu, drank word by word and asked:

"Why?"