Chapter 994

This is a middle-aged man.

It is the contemporary owner of Pang's boxing house, the most influential one among 136 West Island boxing houses.

Pang Daoxing!

In fact, he knew it from the moment Wang Xu and others entered the martial arts center, but he didn't know Wang Xu's identity at the beginning, so he didn't show up.

Later, Wang Xu and Lengwu had a conflict, and he only thought of it as the struggle of spirit in the youth world, but he still didn't care.

But when Wang Xu personally indicated to Lengwu, Pang Daoxing could no longer ignore it.

Maybe the thirty-six mistakes pointed out by Wang Xugang of Lengwu huijue are due to his poor academic skills.

However, as the owner of Pang's boxing house, he learned Pang's Yongchun's Pang Daoxing from childhood, but he is very clear, more clear than everyone else.

The mistakes Wang Xugang pointed out are not only the lack of skill in Lengwu, but also the fundamental mistakes of Pang Yongchun.

In short.

Wang Xu's guidance is not only to teach Lengwu, but also to perfect Pang's Yongchun.

What does that mean?

At this time, Pang Daoxing was full of shock, which could not be described in words.

"Master!"

Lengwu and Li Cheng also turned back in a hurry and bowed to the middle-aged man.

Only Wang Xu was not surprised. Pang Daoxing had found out for a long time. He calmly turned around and said with a smile:

"No, I've never practiced Yongchun. This is the first time I've seen Pang Yongchun."

As he spoke, he looked up and down at Pang Fengyue's father, the master of West Island boxing.

He is about 40 years old. He has a Chinese character face and short hair. He is wearing a pure black training suit. At his feet, he is wearing a pair of canvas shoes with thousand layer soles. He carries his hands behind him. His face is serious and looks very dignified.

But Wang Xu can clearly see a strong shock in Pang Daoxing's eyes.

See here, Wang Xu slightly hook the corner of the mouth, smile more happy.

In fact, he was giving Lengwu's advice to the owner of Pang's boxing house!

"Dad, this is the prince Wang I mentioned to you." At this time, Pang Fengyue whispered.

Hearing this, Pang Daoxing was shocked.

Is this young man who calls himself the prince of Huaxia?

If Pang Fengyue mentioned that he had only two or three points of doubt before, then after Wang Xu made up Pang's mistakes, Pang Daoxing had seven or eight points of belief.

However, he did not point out, but only treated Wang Xu as an ordinary distinguished guest.

But Wang Xu made up for the mistakes of Pang's Yongchun foundation, which is a great favor to Pang's boxing house. Pang Daoxing is a person with clear feelings of gratitude and resentment. After a few pleasantries, he gave Wang Xu a big gift and gave him a heavy thanks.

"Master, I admit that he is better than me, but he just gave me a little advice. I appreciate it, but why do you use such a big gift?" Leng Wu was stunned, dazed and indignant.

"Do you think Prince Wang just gave you a little instruction?"

Pang Daoxing looked at him helplessly, shook his head and sighed, and said in a complicated voice:

"The mistakes pointed out by Mr. Wang are not that you are not good at learning skills, but the great things that have not been accomplished by generations of our ancestors in the past two hundred years.

Mr. Wang is not only instructing you, but also completing my boxing foundation of Pang Yongchun! "

Hearing this, Leng Wu finally understood something.

"How can it be? He's only my age

He shook his head and looked at Wang Xu with incredible eyes. Until this moment, he realized the real gap between himself and Wang Xu.

That's

The difference between heaven and earth!

"Inferior weapon? I have a heart

But for Pang Daoxing's heavy gift, Wang Xu didn't care. He took a look at it and threw it into the space magic weapon.

After this episode, Pang Daoxing left on the pretext of taking leave. After being hit twice in a row, Lengwu was not in the mood to stay here and leave again.

Soon.

Only Wang Xu and Pang Fengyue were left in the hall. Wang Xu suddenly asked, "your father didn't know you asked me for help?"

Although it was a question, his tone was affirmative. Pang Daoxing must not know, otherwise he would not have just this attitude towards him.

"Mr. Wang, to tell you the truth, I made my own decision this time."

Sure enough, Pang Fengyue bowed her head and explained in a low voice with a bitter smile

"After all, my father is the leader of the West Island boxing industry, and he is also the strongest descendant of Ponzi Yongchun in the past 200 years. He has his own pride and never fears danger.

Even though he knew that the Lu family had invited Chaman, the famous champion of Nanyang for a long time, he still insisted on fighting head-on. He didn't think he would lose! "

"Your father is a pure boxer. You should respect him and trust him." Wang Xu nodded and warned in a deep voice.

"But in the last World War I, he had been hurt secretly, so far he hasn't got a good chance. How can I rest assured?" Pang Fengyue smiles more bitterly.

Hearing this, Wang Xu didn't say much.

It's human nature for her daughter to worry about her father's life, which Wang Xu naturally understands.

And no matter what, he has promised Pang Fengyue that it will surely ensure Pang Daoxing's safety, no matter whether Pang Daoxing himself is willing or not.

It was Pang Fengyue who made an agreement with him. Either Pang Daoxing or he was not willing to do it.

Time goes by.

There are more and more people in Pang's boxing hall. Many young people in shabby clothes come here to watch and practice martial arts, hoping to have the chance to become a boxer and change their fate.

On the contrary, Pang Fengyue, together with Li Cheng and others, provided them with basic food such as tea, pancakes and steamed buns.

Seeing this, Wang Xu can't help but smile. It seems that these poor teenagers gather in front of the door of Pang's boxing hall for no reason.

Although he just came to Longcheng for only one day, Wang Xu saw all kinds of things in the world. There are countless people at the bottom. They are well-known slums. Some poor people live a more difficult life than those described in the news and novels.

Poor people, here, want to live, is to work hard!

However, this relatively warm and peaceful scene did not last long and was broken by a battle.

"Nanyang boxing champion Chaman, about to fight Pang Daoxing, the leader of Pang's boxing hall, in the center of Jiulong city village, above the dragon and tiger general challenge!"

The man who delivered the letter of war was a bald young man with an arrogant attitude. He didn't look at it when he entered the door, and he drank loudly with squinting eyes.

"Chapman?"

Wang Xu looked up and frowned slightly. He always felt that the name seemed familiar to him. But soon, he shook his head, too lazy to think.

"Forget it, Nanyang people's names are almost the same. I'm familiar with that guessing before. It's too popular."