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"Haha, if I have time in the past two days, I will definitely go to your house for a meal and meet Senior Sun and the reputation of the three major internal martial arts of Sun's family. I have heard of it for a long time."

Wang Cheng agreed with a smile.

The Sun family is the only national martial arts family that has the authentic inheritance of three internal martial arts, but Sun Lutang was not satisfied with this. He wanted to create his own internal martial arts and to reach the mythical realm, so he transformed all three internal martial arts, forming the Sun Xingyiquan, Sun Baguaquan, Sun Tai Chiquan, and other three internal martial arts inheritances.

Sun Donghe knew that Wang Cheng's itinerary might be quite busy. Once the martial arts competition was completed, he would go north to Daxue Mountain. The trip to Daxue Mountain is a major event that the entire martial arts world in China is paying attention to, so there should be no accidents. He dared not disturb Wang Cheng too much time to avoid any impact.

"That's great. When I go back, I will say to my father and bring you some good things to treat you. My father has been using you to hit me and my elder brother recently, saying that if we have half of your understanding, our Sun family won't have to be so low-key."

Sun Donghe said with a smile, with a hint of depression in his expression. It seems that he has been hit hard by Wang Cheng recently. In order to keep the Sun family low-key, his elder brother did not participate in the martial arts competition, otherwise he would have been one of the top ten contestants.

His depression is also the mood that almost many young masters in China have. In front of Wang Cheng, all their pride was torn to pieces, and the only thing left is the determination to continue working hard, hoping that Wang Cheng would not be left too far.

Wang Cheng could only smile but no longer speak, and accidentally became someone else's child as parents said.

At this moment, Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng, and Zhang Shaoyun also greeted Sun Donghe. Since they were going to cooperate, they were half of their own. Then, Yang Qingyu did not stay too long and went to the kitchen to work hard, leaving Sun Donghe for lunch.

Seeing Yang Qingyu's gentle and virtuous appearance and outstanding strength, Sun Donghe looked at Wang Cheng with some envy and whispered: "It seems that the Yang family will be yours in the future."

Wang Cheng was still smiling, but a trace of amber flashed in his eyes from time to time. At this moment, the true meaning of the tiger in his heart almost reached a peak, constantly fighting with himself, wanting to fight for real control, but the winner has not yet been decided.

So, on the surface, he doesn't seem to be anything unusual, but once he is teased, the true intention of the tiger will burst out, and his power will definitely be amazing.

"I won't talk about this."

Wang Cheng shook his head, not wanting to say more about the Yang family. It seemed as if he was a slutty person. Instead, he asked: "Last time I thought you really didn't do this profession, but I didn't expect you to continue. I really plan to do it for the rest of my life?"

Sun Donghe's expression also became serious, and he said helplessly: "What can I do? My resignation letter was called back by the superiors. My dad hopes that I can continue working in the agency and may be promoted in a few years."

Speaking of promotion, Sun Donghe did not look at all happy, which made his colleagues who were walking behind him envious and depressed.

"Okay, maybe I will call you Director Sun and even Minister Sun in the future."

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with a flash and he said with a smile.

He knew that with the Sun family's decades of management, if he wanted to promote Sun Donghe to the top, he would have been prepared for a long time. Now it is just a time to get through experience. Moreover, Sun Donghe is also qualified to enjoy these resources, have strength, have brains, and have a straight face. He knows that he is a Chinese.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

At this time, another knock on the door came from outside.

Wang Cheng and Sun Donghe both frowned slightly at the same time, knowing that this was definitely not Mark and Jack's return. It took less than twenty minutes and the other party had not arrived at the hospital. It would take about an hour and a half to return to the hospital at the earliest.

Zhang Shaoyun looked at the master with a look of inquiry.

Wang Cheng nodded naturally and said, "Go and open the door."

Zhang Shaoyun then walked out and shouted, "Who?"

"I am a admirer of Mr. Wang Cheng and want to pay homage to Wang Cheng."

Outside the door, a sound full of energy came from a sound. The sound was like a strong hammer and smashed through the door, echoing in the yard, causing a circle of echoes.

This is something that can only be achieved by a certain level of internal cultivation. It also requires accurate mastery of breath, and perhaps there is a special sound attack method to achieve this level.

Even Wang Cheng believed that he could not control the sound to such an extent.

Wang Cheng and Sun Donghe looked at each other. Both of them were people who knew the goods, and their expressions became extremely serious, knowing that they were top experts.

Liu Shicheng and Sun Donghe's subordinates both came over and stood behind them, looking like they were facing a great enemy, knowing that the visitor was not good.

Zhang Shaoyun, who came to the door, was the first to be hit by the sound, and a roar appeared in his ears. He was shocked and understood that the master was definitely a master. So he did not open the door immediately. He looked back at his master Wang Cheng nodded again before opening the door. He saw three people standing at the door, one white middle-aged man, one white young man, and one Asian young man!

The two white men and Asian young men have very ordinary figures, about 1.75 meters, which is equivalent to Wang Cheng. Compared with Stan and Mark, they are often 1.8 meters or 9 meters tall, they look a little smaller. The white middle-aged man stood in the middle, and the two young men fell one step behind, obviously led by this white middle-aged man.

"This is Mr. Zhang Shaoyun. My name is Liste. I want to meet your master Mr. Wang Cheng."

The white middle-aged man looked at Zhang Shaoyun with a gentle smile on his face and looked at him calmly. He said in a very polite tone, as if he was a fan who came to see him, making people feel good at it.

However, Zhang Shaoyun was not an ordinary person. He looked at the other three and said vigilantly: "You are not Chinese!"

Liszt also looked at Zhang Shaoyun in his eyes, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I am an American, these two are my apprentices. Li Jack and Li Chengwu are also Americans."

"Shaoyun, let them in!"

Wang Cheng in the room said calmly to Zhang Shaoyun.

Such a master can't stop him even if he wants to stop him. Wang Cheng is not as good as letting him in generously.

Zhang Shaoyun nodded, let out the door and said, "My master lets you in."

Liste smiled very gently, and rows of head-up patterns appeared on his forehead. Then he reached out and took out a transparent thing from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Shaoyun, saying, "A gift for you."

Zhang Shaoyun was stunned. He looked at it and found that it was a diamond of at least twenty carats. It was a rare precious gem, but he didn't pick it up. He shook his head and said, "No need."

The smile on Liszt's face disappeared, and became very calm. His palms were very fast, and he waved it gently. The diamond in his hand was stuffed into Zhang Shaoyun's pocket, and then he walked in and said lightly: "You must accept it. This is my meeting gift to my nephew."

Nephew?

Zhang Shaoyun looked at Liszt's back with confusion, reached out to take out the diamond in his pocket, frowned and said, "I'm not your junior nephew."

Liszt ignored Zhang Shaoyun and walked in as steadily as a mountain. As if he had returned to his own home, he came directly to Wang Cheng and Sun Donghe and sat down. His eyes glanced at the opposite two people with a serious look. Then his eyes fell on Wang Cheng, and his tone was a little angry and serious and scolded: "Put down the Earth Evil Fist and practice tiger-shaped Fist. Wang Cheng, I have to say. You picked up the sesame seeds and threw the watermelon."

There was also a little anger on this guy's face, just like an elder scolding his younger generation.

Wang Cheng immediately frowned, looked straight at the other person's gaze, and said without showing any weakness: "You don't need to be irresponsible about my affairs. My master has never cared about me. Tell me about your purpose." As he said that, his tone immediately paused, and he sensed something. His eyes were full of fierce light, his fists were clenched, and he stared at the other person in a deep voice: "You have also practiced the Earth Evil Fist?"

Just when Liszt walked in, Wang Cheng noticed that the white middle-aged man's pace was extremely steady, as if a mountain was moving, and there was a vague rhythm of the earth pulsating. However, he also thought that the other party had practiced the same skill as the Earth's Fist, but he did not expect it to be Earth's Fist.

However, now I look at the other person's breathing and the breath on his body more carefully, and then combined with the pace and pulse just now.

Wang Cheng is 80% sure that this person is practicing his own unique boxing techniques and Earth Evil Fist!

Dongdong...

Dongdong………

Liste's face turned rosy, his breathing was rapid, and his heartbeat pulsation came from his body, as if he was very rhythmic like a clock, and his breathing changed with the flow, and the breathing echoed around him with his heartbeat. In an instant, it seemed that the whole room was included in the range of his breath, and his voice said like a big clock: "You can only see now that Wang Cheng, you disappointed me, my senior brother. Although you are very talented, it's a pity that you don't specialize in the core boxing techniques of this sect. It seems that the master has not trained you well."

This sound was not as sharp as a car horn, but the impact was also quite strong. The doors and windows in the room were steadily making noises. Zhang Shaoyun felt that his ears were louder, and there were almost signs of deafness, mixed with the sound of heartbeat and breathing that was pulsating from the earth. He even almost lost control of his own breathing.

What a powerful Earth Evil Fist, what a powerful Earth Pulse!

Not only Zhang Shaoyun, but also Sun Donghe, Liu Shicheng, and Yang Qingyu all turned rosy. It was obvious that they were breathing at home and were not affected by the other party's earth's pulsation.

Only Sun Donghe's subordinate shaking his body for a while and almost couldn't stand firm.

However, after Liszt finished speaking, he stopped the pulsating heartbeat of the earth, and the surroundings returned to normal.

Wang Cheng was extremely shocked.

He instantly sensed the other party's voice that the earth was pulsating into it, forming a unique sound attack technique. The sound was transmitted like an earthquake, unstoppable. It not only had an impact on the ears, but also had a considerable impact on everything inside the person.

It’s just like the most violent sound vibration can cause the entire body of an ordinary person to be shaken into pieces.

"Who are you?"

Wang Cheng immediately shouted in a deep voice. The instinctively contained the aura of a tiger in his voice, but it also contained a skill of pulsing the earth. He fought against the other party's sound waves, completely eliminating the aftermath of the pulsing of the earth and no longer had any impact on others.

The air flow suddenly surged in the room, as if there was a huge fan stirring in the middle, and the breath quickly rotated around.

Liste had a smile on his lips, his face was quiet, and he looked at Wang Cheng with a condescending look. His expression seemed to be in a trace of memory. He said lightly: "Twenty-five years ago, I joined the old Taoist Changhe. But I am a white man. He saw that I had a high qualification in martial arts. After passing the Earth Demon Fist to me, he stopped passing me on the boxing technique. Then he found a reason to drive me out of Wu Shengshan... Earth Demon Fist. I have practiced for twenty-five years. Junior brother, how could you be my opponent?"

When the others in the room heard this, they were shocked.

Sun Donghe, Liu Shicheng, Yang Qingyu, and Zhang Shaoyun didn't expect that Wang Cheng would have a senior brother alive, and he was a white man? With the character and prejudice of the Taoist priest Changhe, how could he accept foreigners as his disciples?

At the same time, Liszt's two apprentices Li Jack and Li Chengwu also stared at Wang Cheng with wide eyes and strange eyes. It was the first time they heard that Master Liszt's sect was actually Wu Shengshan in China. They did not expect that this champion of the Chinese martial arts competition that made the world famous and shocked the world was actually his own junior uncle?

After a trace of shock flashed through Wang Cheng's expression, he suddenly realized and stood up instantly, staring at Liste with evil spirits, as if a tiger who chose people to eat, his hair stood upright, and he said in a deep voice: "I remember who you are, it was you. I didn't expect you to be my master's disciple, and it was indeed a white-eyed wolf!"

Liszt's aura, body shape, and name combined.

Wang Cheng suddenly remembered that wasn’t this one of the few masters who robbed prison that night? That is what Niu Dahai said, one of the main persons in charge of the US Central Intelligence Agency in Nanyang.

He didn't expect that this guy would come to the door on his own initiative, and his identity was actually his master from Wu Shengshan? Is he his senior brother?

Life is impermanent, life is like a play.

Wang Cheng had an absurd feeling in his heart and continued to say in a deep voice: "What are you doing here? What is your purpose when the master is not here?"

That night he had seen some of Liszt's strength. When he ran away, he resisted his master, Taoist Changhe, and was not seriously injured. It was thought that it was due to practicing the Earth Demon Fist.

This guy's attainments in the Earth Demon Fist are unfathomable, perhaps the same as his master, Taoist Changhe, and it is possible that he is even higher.

In an instant, Wang Cheng felt a huge threat and the tiger kept roaring in his heart.

The visitor is not good.

The others also looked at Liszt with great vigilance, adjusting their breath and taking action at any time.

With his hostile and vigilant eyes, Liszt picked up the teacup calmly, poured a cup of tea slowly, and said lightly: "Junior brother, it seems that your ability to cultivate oneself and cultivate one's nature has not yet reached home. Sit down and have a cup of tea with me. You are my junior brother, can I still hurt you?"

Wang Cheng did not sit down, but still stood and looked at the other party, and said in a deep voice: "I don't believe you are here to chat with me and tell me your purpose."

"Haha, of course I'm not here to chat with you. I'm very busy. I'm busier than my master, busy maintaining world peace."

Liszt drank tea and looked at Wang Cheng with a smile and said, "The master was afraid of my talent and skin color back then, so he refused to pass on to me the advanced boxing techniques... I am here to pay the bill now. I am his apprentice, so he naturally owe my master's inheritance. It's that simple. The master is not here now, junior brother, you can pass on the skills on behalf of the master. I heard that the boxing score of the tiger-shaped fist in Wusheng Mountain is on you. Tiangang and Zhoutian's two profound boxing techniques are definitely not touched. I only want this tiger-shaped fist!"

As he said that, Liszt stared at Wang Cheng's body like a torch, his eyes as if he was going to shoot Wang Cheng through, and the mountain-like aura pressed on Wang Cheng's body.

roar……

Suddenly, a tiger roar rose out of nowhere around.

Wang Cheng did not move anyway, but his breathing was even more rapid. Under the oppression of the other party, the tiger in his heart had a tendency to be unable to control it. (~^~)
Chapter completed!