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The breath in the entire carriage became suppressed, and everyone else was quiet, and no one spoke at this time.

Wang Cheng felt a little nervous, knowing that the people in the car might all come from Nanyang, or maybe these people might be from Hongmen, so they all cooperated with Situ Xianglong's atmosphere. Everyone just used silence to create a very depressing and solemn atmosphere to suppress him Wang Cheng.

A smile spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

Wang Cheng felt very relaxed. If it were two months ago, when he had just practiced Earth Evil Fist for a while, he might have been suppressed by such an atmosphere and felt uncomfortable all over, even breathing poorly, and his spirit might be depressed.

However, now, not to mention that his Earth Evil Fist has reached a state of great success, just reversing the secret method of the True Dragon has almost tempered his mind to a state of perfection and flawlessness. His strength in spirit is definitely not comparable to any peer, and no external object can affect him.

However, Yang Qingyu, who was sitting next to him, felt very heavy, and his breathing was a little disordered, and a layer of fine beads of sweat penetrated from his forehead.

Wang Cheng stretched out his hand with a relaxed expression, and gently opened the window on his right hand under the gaze of Situ Xianglong and Wei Zhennan. Suddenly, a free and rapid breath outside the window blew in, instantly sweeping the depressed atmosphere in the car.

It’s very simple, it breaks the depressing atmosphere created by Situ Xianglong.

Yang Qingyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and his expression returned to calm.

Wang Cheng looked directly at Situ Xianglong, shook his head and said, "Mr. Situ, it seems that your Hongmen has been preparing for this matter for a long time."

Situ Xianglong's face showed a solemn look for the first time. He truly regarded Wang Cheng as an expert who could be on par with him. His breath changed immediately. He put away his captivating breath, and his spirit became restrained. He looked at Wang Cheng and said lightly: "For a hundred years, we have indeed prepared a lot, but human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. We don't know that such changes will occur in the land of China. After this battle and martial arts competition, the mainland martial arts world will definitely develop rapidly, and many masters will appear in a short period of time. We did not expect that there will be people like you, Wang Cheng, on Wusheng Mountain... But the most important thing is that there are also major changes in Nanyang, so we must speed up our movements."

Wang Cheng's eyebrows pounded, without saying anything, nor asking. Because he had already said this kind of thing deeply enough, he continued to ask. He could not know what he shouldn't know by accident, and he would fall into it at that time and become a so-called model for people who cannot help themselves in the world.

As for what was the major change in Nanyang, although he was curious and concerned, he would not ask too much, that he was just a little Taoist priest on Wusheng Mountain in Jiangzhou.

Speaking of Taoist priests, Wang Cheng felt that after he went back, he would have to make a decent set of Taoist condories, so that he would be like a master. It would be even better if he could make his face mature, which would be more mature.

Seeing that Wang Cheng stopped talking, Situ Xianglong knew that this young man could never be measured by an ordinary young man, and he no longer asked and said more. He said everything he should say, and it was impossible to use force against Wang Cheng, so he kept quiet at the moment.

The whole car was quiet, leaving only a slightly audible breathing sound, and the sound of wind blowing from the window beside Wang Cheng.

It was not until the car was about to arrive at the exchange venue that Situ Xianglong spoke again, his eyes flashed with halos, and he said to Wang Cheng: "By the way, Wang Cheng, I heard that the tiger carving you used to use your own knife is very good, and it can be considered as the world-class master's level. I wonder if I can buy one and give it to my master?"

Wang Cheng smiled and said it directly if he wanted to buy a tiger shape. He also covered it up and said directly: "My tiger-shaped carving has been booked and will appear at the auction in Donghai City. If Mr. Situ likes it, leave me the address and I will ask my friend to send you an invitation to the auction in advance."

Situ Xianglong stared at Wang Cheng carefully again, confirming that what Wang Cheng said was true, not a joke, but really wanted to sell the carvings that were integrated into his true meaning of the tiger. A hint of admiration slowly appeared on his face and said with a smile: "Wang Cheng, I am convinced by you. For the first time, I am so convinced by an 18-year-old boy. The true meaning of the tiger is not necessarily understood by ordinary people in their entire lives, and after understanding it, they will definitely cherish it and understand it more. But you are good, use your master carving techniques to integrate the tiger in your heart into the carving, and then sell it directly. It is amazing."

As he said that, Situ Xianglong shook his head with sigh. Even Wei Zhennan and the masters around him who heard this looked a little admirable.

Think from the perspective of others, if they were in Wang Cheng's position, they would never be so decisive.

It is difficult to comprehend the true meaning of a tiger. After understanding it, even if it needs to disperse because you cannot grasp it for the time being, you do not need to use the carvings that are integrated into the true meaning of a tiger and keep it at home as a collection and pass it on to future generations. It is an immeasurable wealth, and it can even create a tiger-shaped fist inheritance containing the true meaning of a tiger.

By then, Wang Cheng's subordinates would not become the world's number one tiger boxing school.

After all, from ancient times to the present, even in ancient times, there has never been a master who can visualize the true meaning of his tiger.

Wang Cheng shook his head firmly and said, "This is my way. If my disciple descendants cannot understand the true meaning of a tiger by themselves, then it would be fine if this tiger-shaped fist is not practiced."

When Situ Xianglong and Wei Zhennan heard this, they all showed some thoughts.

The nine styles of the tiger are extremely complicated. Wang Cheng knew that the true meaning of the tiger he had realized might be helpful to other tiger boxing masters, which could make them feel the true meaning of the tiger more truly. However, for warriors of the same lineage who also practiced the nine styles of the tiger, it would not help at all. Instead, it would be a drag and a bond in their hearts.

Only by understanding the true meaning of a tiger and practicing it into the sleeping tiger style can you truly practice this most powerful tiger-shaped fist, and the means of taking tricks will not work.

Therefore, it is not that Wang Cheng does not want to leave it to his descendants, but that it is impossible to pass it on.

laugh!

At this time, the car stopped and parked in front of a huge banquet hall. Generally, this banquet hall is dedicated to the government and will not be open to the public. It specially holds some official grand banquets and conferences. Today's world competitions and exchange meetings are naturally a matter of the government, so it is not surprising to use this banquet hall that often appears on various news.

Hundreds of people got out of the car one after another and walked in with the security guards and the welcome team in accordance with the order.

Wang Cheng also got off the car with Yang Qingyu and walked behind Situ Xianglong and Wei Zhennan. He walked in together.

"Wang Cheng, what does it mean when you hurt our disciples in the guild today?"

At this time, a middle-aged man walking behind Wang Cheng asked in a deep voice, with a suppressed anger in his tone.

Wang Cheng thought about it for a moment and knew that this person was probably from the Taekwondo Hall in Beijing. Because he injured the two people who had openly attacked him at the martial arts competition today. After doing this, he still had the face to question him, the victim?

The thickness of Bangzi's face is indeed the best in the world, and it may be within a few months. Historical researchers of Bangzi Kingdom will argue that Wang Cheng is a descendant of the people of Bangzi Kingdom.

With a disdainful smile, Wang Cheng said lightly: "Who are you? Are you qualified to talk to me? The Taekwondo Club in Bangzi Country is not good at face-to-face strength, so he engages in some stealing activities. He is beaten and still comes to find an explanation? Haha, it is also ridiculous... However, you come to me without asking for advice now, which also made me sure that this matter is indeed supported by your Taekwondo Club. After the martial arts competition, I will definitely come to my door and ask for an explanation."

The master of the Taekwondo Hall in Beijing was shocked and said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, don't be arrogant. He defeated several young masters and thought he was invincible in the world. This may be because our disciples were wrong first, but it has nothing to do with our Taekwondo Hall. They don't like your spontaneous behavior, but if you take such a heavy move, don't you have any kindness or righteousness?"

"The heart of benevolence and righteousness?"

Wang Cheng asked this word back and felt that it was so ridiculous and funny to say it from the mouth of the people in the Kanzi Taekwondo Hall. He laughed: "Thank you for making me laugh, and I also made me laugh, but I still don't know what qualifications you have to mention the kindness and righteousness."

The people in front, back and forth heard the conversation between Wang Cheng and the Taekwondo master in Bangzi Kingdom, and felt a little funny, and some even couldn't help laughing.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned red, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he shouted in a low voice: "Everyone can do the tricks of words, since we are all practicing martial arts..."

Wang Cheng took a slow step, interrupted the other party directly, and said calmly: "If you can't tell the truth, you have to take action, right? I can understand all the tricks of you, but if you want me to take action, you are obviously not qualified. Maybe your number one master is coming, so I will pay more attention."

"You, you, who do you think you are?"

The middle-aged man scolded again, and for a while he was a little exhausted.

Wang Cheng said lightly: "I am Wang Cheng, you know. If you want to take action, hurry up. I will give you a chance to fight back. Even if I lose, I will bear the consequences."

The middle-aged man was stunned, and the people around him looked at Wang Cheng curiously. They were not surprised that Wang Cheng stood up and was beaten when he refused to fight back. After all, Wang Cheng did this kind of thing in front of the whole world on the ring, and he was still lying in the hospital when he was hitting He Dongyuan.

The people around were curious that Wang Cheng actually ignored the occasion.

This is a very solemn place, and there are reporters at the door. Wang Cheng is still making trouble here?

Or is it that Wang Cheng expected that the people from Bangzi Country would not dare to take action?

The middle-aged man in the Taekwondo Hall was indeed shocked when he heard Wang Cheng's words, and then hesitated very much. He clenched his fists together and loosened them, and then clenched them again, and his breathing became rapid. After two breaths, he finally made a ruthless decision on his face, then clenched his fists and punched Wang Cheng hard at the back of his neck.

This punch brought out a little bit of fist wind, and its power was just average, much stronger than ordinary people, equivalent to the strength of the hidden power realm of a Chinese martial artist.

However, everyone present knew that such a punch was almost in danger to Wang Cheng, and it was irrelevant no matter where it was hit.

Bang……

The next moment.

really.

The middle-aged man's fist indeed hit Wang Cheng's back neck. Wang Cheng also said as he did not fight back or move, but he used his vital force to force the opponent's punch. His body did not even move, and his feet still stepped steadily into the banquet hall step by step.

ah……

However, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then he took a step back and almost hit someone else. His face was almost twisted together. He covered his arm with his left hand. His entire arm had lost consciousness. His arm was twisted and there were signs of a fracture. His shoulder joint was even dislocated and shattered by the huge anti-shock force on the spot.

Kakka...

Wang Cheng twisted his neck joints and made a crisp sound. He turned around and looked at the other person gently, and smiled and said, "Yes, your taekwondo massage is OK. You can consider it. If you are unemployed in the future, you will open a massage chain store. With you practicing taekwondo skills and changing careers, you can say that you are the best use of the goods, which is equivalent to doing your job!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and half of it was also hurt. But at this time he didn't dare to say a word. After experiencing Wang Cheng's strength personally, he was definitely countless times more real than what he saw from afar, and he even felt the fear that others could not understand. At this time, Wang Cheng was already an extremely master in his heart that he could never mess with...

"Welcome Mr. Wang Cheng..."

When he walked to the door, the welcome team wearing cheongsams welcomed Wang Cheng with a smile.

Wang Cheng nodded gently and walked in.

Situ Xianglong slowed down in front and deliberately walked with Wang Cheng, and smiled and said, "You are really unreasonable. Those taekwondos with sticks have developed well all over the world, but there is almost no development in Nanyang because we don't want them to develop. We are indeed not in dealing with them... However, Quan Qingyuan is still a little powerful. When he was young in his early years, he came to Nanyang to become a disciple. So he went to Europe and the United States to worship under a Chinese master and learned my Chinese internal martial arts. Don't underestimate it."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes. Unexpectedly, the number one master of Kanzi Taekwondo was still a Chinese boxing master? This was a funny joke. He nodded to Situ Xianglong and smiled and said, "I understand, thank you for the reminder."

After saying that, Wang Cheng no longer stayed with Situ Xianglong and pulled Yang Qingyu to the corner where there were fewer people. However, today he was almost the protagonist here, and everyone knew that he would win the title of No. 1 in the next finals, so those masters from overseas would never let him relax. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!