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Chapter 216: Fist with a sound(2/2)

If an ordinary young man was kneeling down and begging by a middle-aged man who looked so miserable, he would probably be soft-hearted and agree. After all, there was no unilateral hatred between the two sides.

However, Wang Cheng really ignored it so much and insisted on his decision.

Tang Ran and Niu Dahai looked at each other and saw some of the concerns in each other's heart, not knowing whether this was good or bad.

Taoist Changhe said calmly: "In March, will you really recover for him?"

This was asked by Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course, this is what I said."

"good."

Changhe nodded and no longer asked these things. He really didn't care about Wang Cheng's actions, as long as he didn't do anything that would harm the heavens and go against the motherland.

Niu Dahai immediately stood up and walked out, leaving a voice: "Since this matter is over, I have said goodbye. Old Taoist, take good care of your disciples and don't go on the evil path."

"I know best about my own apprentice. You don't need to worry about it. It is what you should care about when you take good care of your subordinates and don't cause trouble."

Taoist Changhe responded to Niu Dahai. After all, this incident was caused by Wu Zhixin and was aimed at his apprentice Wang Cheng. The old Taoist was actually very unhappy.

Niu Dahai didn't reply, his pace accelerated, and he had already left the yard after two breaths. I guess he was walking directly to the north.

Wang Cheng couldn't help but whisper helplessly: "Master, Director Niu just said he wanted to fulfill the bet."

Niu Dahai should apologize to Taoist Changhe when he fulfilled the bet, but this guy ran away with tricks.

Changhe also laughed and looked outside and said, "It's okay, he won't be able to escape sooner or later."

Tang Ran also laughed, then stood up and fisted and said, "Old Taoist, Lao Niu is gone, it's time for me to say goodbye. I've been here for two days. It's enough to talk to you about the past. I'll come and visit you if I have time in the future."

Changhe did not try to keep him, so he stood up and nodded, "Okay, then you can go. I'll come next time, have a good drink."

This time, because of Wu Zhixin's affairs, they didn't drink well.

Tang Ran nodded, looked at Wang Cheng, and smiled and said, "This year is the first time that the martial arts competition is held. It seems that your disciple is destined to shine and justify your reputation."

"Let's talk about this then, I've already taken it lightly."

Changhe shook his head and said indifferently.

Wang Cheng was amused in his heart. He knew that the old Taoist said so freely and easily on purpose, but he actually cared very much in his heart.

"Goodbye."

Tang Ran said solemnly with his fists, then turned around and left. It was only after two breaths that he disappeared, and it was very straightforward.

Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. They all left. Then he sat down and poured a cup of tea on his own. While drinking tea, he rubbed his shoulders to promote blood circulation and said, "Master, I treat Wu Zhixin like this. Will Director Niu cause trouble for me then?"

Taoist Master Changhe looked at Wang Cheng and said, "The general came to block the water and soil. He was asking you for trouble. Just be careful to deal with it. I think you have practiced the nine styles of the tiger to the essence? The sound of the fist follows. There are only a few people in this state of pictographic boxing in ancient times. With your tiger boxing, you are no longer afraid of most people. However, if Niu Dahai takes action against you personally, you will still run as far as you can."

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice from Master. Next time I see Director Niu, I will turn around and leave."

"Haha, don't talk to me, the Nine Styles of the Tiger are indeed the inheritance of my Wusheng Mountain. But don't forget the true martial arts inheritance of our Wusheng Mountain. It depends on your breathing changes, and you have some understanding of the thirty-six Styles of the Kunyuan?"

Changhe smiled, and then said in a serious tone. Although Wang Cheng practiced the Nine Tigers Styles as a surprise, he valued more the Disha Boxing. Because this boxing technique is a martial art inherited from the Wusheng Mountain lineage, it has the function of connecting the past and the future. It can be connected to the three basic boxing techniques below and the Tiangang Boxing technique above.

Wang Cheng also became serious and said, "Master, don't worry, I will not forget the root of our Wusheng Mountain. However, this time I came up the mountain and reported to you something. A few days ago, I went to Hong Kong Island and exchanged another breathing method from India with a section of the breathing method in Jiuyuan Fist. "

Taoist Changhe instantly became serious, looked at Wang Cheng with sharp eyes, and said indifferently: "Tell me carefully."

Wang Cheng was shocked and stood up immediately with a serious expression. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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