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"This young man, how could he know my sect's palm techniques …"

The old man stared intently at Ye Lee, and suddenly became extremely shocked, and was struck speechless.

Ye Lee just stood there, slowly punching out with every move, perfectly round like will, stirring up the surrounding air flow. His feet shifted, yet he made a large step, this was clearly the movement of the Eight Trigrams Palm.

This set of footwork emphasized drawing a circle with one arm's length as the radius, walking in circles along the circle, the changes of the fist and palm would never go beyond this range, the Eight Trigrams Palm emphasized the agility of the movement technique the most, and the practitioner had to receive all external attacks in this circle to reach a watertight level.

Ye Lee's techniques became slower and slower, but the more the old man saw, the more shocked he became. Whether he was pushing or supporting, he was displaying the essence of the Eight Trigrams Palm techniques.

"Hu!"

At the end of the fight, Ye Lee felt as if his entire body was in a furnace, the heat made him sweat profusely.

This kind of feeling was like having a sauna in the middle of a winter. It was very comfortable, but Ye Lee felt very energetic.

He withdrew his fist and breathed out a mouthful of foul air, preparing to leave.

"Little brother …"

At this moment, he saw the old man walk over with a bewildered expression.

"Little brother …" "Dare I ask, who is this Fighter under?"

The old man stared at Ye Lee, a bunch of thoughts flashed past his mind. The Eight Trigrams Palm had been passed down from Mr. Dong Haichuan in the late Qing Dynasty, and after experiencing so many years of development, they were divided into the "Swimming Paw Eight Trigrams Palm", "Dragon Eight Trigrams Palm", "Eight Trigrams Palm", "Eight Trigrams Trigram Palm" and other northern and southern factions.

After being reborn, there were also the Eight Great Palms of the Innate Realm, the sixty-four palm strikes of the Pre-Sky Realm, the Eight Trigrams Chain Sword, the Eight Trigrams Rolling Hand Saber, the Eight Trigrams Body Fusion Spear, the Twin Vines, the Eight Trigrams Chain Rod, and so on.

This young man was actually using his sect's purest Eight Trigram Palm, but he was still so young. Each and every move of his was like a character that had been immersed in this path for decades. It was impossible to find any flaws.

How could this old man not be shocked? As the vice president of the Jiangfeng City Martial Arts Association, he suddenly discovered that such a young man had appeared under his nose. He was countless times stronger than the little monkeys in his association.

Could it be the Northern Sect's disciple?

When Ye Lee saw the old man walking over, his expression tensed up. Could it be that this old man is here to pursue the matter of him stealing my master? He muttered to himself, feeling a little guilty.

This old one, Wang Deming, is the vice president of the Jiangfeng City Martial Arts Association. Coincidentally, I saw that you were using the same fist technique as me, so I wanted to ask about it. Seemingly seeing through Ye Lee's nervousness, Wang Deming said with a smile.

Wasn't he here to investigate?

Ye Lee was startled for a moment, and then found an excuse to explain: "This set of fists was taught to me by my grandfather since I was young.

Hearing that, Wang Deming sized him up again. Seeing his actions, he was indeed not like a noble family who trained in martial arts, and did not have any sort of martial spirit.

Wang Deming's heart moved. Up till today, the Eight Trigram Palm could only be traced back to its origin. Who knew how many descendants had landed in different places.

Sometimes, if one had to look back on it, one could say that the seniority of the other party might be even more orthodox than your generation. It was normal for the seniors of the previous sects to call the teenage kids martial uncles.

"So they are actually from the same sect as others. This means that our fates are not shallow."

Wang Deming stroked his beard with a smile, but he was secretly overjoyed. To be able to cultivate the Eight Trigrams Trigram Palm to such a level at such a young age, such a good seedling would definitely shine once it reaches our Martial Arts Association.

"I wonder if little brother is interested in joining our Jiangfeng City Martial Arts Association?" Wang Deming threw out the olive branch in the blink of an eye.

Ye Lee was startled, he never thought that the old man in front of him would be the Vice Chairman of the City Martial Arts Association, he had heard of the Martial Arts Association's name before, and its influence in the city was not small.

"What benefits does joining the Martial Arts Association bring me?" he asked.

"Uh, this …" Wang Deming's face froze. Others always push their way to the Martial Arts Association to join, but what good would it do if he asked? Ye Lee was the first one.

"Of course there are benefits, as long as you open a dojo or boxing room in the Jiangfeng City, you will have to keep your name in the Martial Arts Association." Of course there are benefits, as long as you open a dojo or boxing room in the Jiangfeng City, you have to keep your name in the Martial Arts Association.

"Little brother, since you have joined our Martial Arts Association, in the future, you will have great help in opening a dojo or in your business." Wang Deming said.

"Do you have any requirements to join the Martial Arts Association?" It can't be that everyone is accepted, right? " Ye Lee was suspicious, this grandpa seemed to especially want to drag him into the association, could it be that there was some conspiracy?

Wang Deming's face became serious: My Martial Arts Association does not accept everyone, we have strict requirements!

"What request?"

"Give me a punch!" Wang Deming suddenly patted his chest and said.

Ye Lee subconsciously took a step back: "I don't dare, what if you lie to me later?"

When Wang Deming heard this eccentric speech, he was so angry that his head went dizzy. This was simply insulting him!

He patted his chest and shouted, "I have been in the martial arts world for dozens of years, how could I do such a dirty thing? Just hit me and I will pay you back if I get hurt!"

"No, no, no. If you lie on the ground later, you won't be able to explain it." Ye Lee shook his head like a rattle drum, refusing to fight no matter what.

In the park, some of the morning practitioners walked over and were stunned to see the two of them.

"Holy shit, has this grandpa gone mad?"

"Are you so brazen when you touch porcelain these days? Look at how you scared that young man!"

"You punch me, hit me!" Wang Deming suddenly bellowed.

Ye Lee had never heard of such a request, so he could only clench his fists and swallow his saliva: "Elder, be careful!"

He punched towards Wang Deming's chest, and even retracted a bit of his strength temporarily. Don't look at how beautiful this grandpa's punches were in the morning, as he's already this old.

Just as the fist was about to land on the old man's chest, his left hand drew a half circle with light movement, and landed behind, just in time to stop Ye Lee's punch.

Ye Lee was startled, he saw that Wang Deming had blocked his fist with one hand and stroked his white beard with the other, looking like an expert out of this world, he smiled and said:

"There's no need to be so formal. Little brother, take this palm of mine as well."

Right after he finished speaking, he slowly assumed a posture. His white sleeves shook and a soft palm print shot out towards Ye Lee's face.