The old Wang family house.

It was late at night, and Wang Yuyang and Wang Dachun were discussing how to chop the knife through the mountain.

"Oh Dachun, this 18-starting chops have both big openings and closes, chops and chops, and they also have fine points."

"This first move is to open the mountain, hold the knife in both hands and force the arms. You must have the momentum to open the world. When you encounter a mountain, you can cut through the waves and move forward bravely!"

Wang Yuyang said, holding the knife in both hands, and shouted softly, and the stone table in the yard was cut off with one knife.

Wang Dachun checked the fracture and found that it was smooth and smooth, and even the steel bars inside were broken.

"Old man, is this knife cutter okay?" Wang Dachun looked at it, and there was not even a gap on the knife cutter cutter.

"Of course, this hijab is made of meteorite iron outside the sky. It is impossible for this cement steel bar to damage it!"

Wang Yuyang handed the mount knife to Wang Dachun and said, "Good grandson, come and try it!"

Wang Dachun took the mountain knife and slashed it down with one knife. The stone table was cut off again with one knife.

The table was split, but Wang Dachun's arms were numb when he was shocked, and his tiger's mouth was almost cracked.

Moreover, the cut is not as smooth as Wang Yuyang's cut.

"Damn!"

Wang Yuyang couldn't help but swear. His grandson's talent is so good, he is simply a genius!

Wang Dachun was a little dissatisfied, "Old man, why did the cuts you cut so smoothly? I'm far from it."

Wang Yuyang reached out and knocked Wang Dachun, his beard shook, "You kid, just be content. The first time I can learn this, I guess there are not many in the world."

"Okay! Now start learning the second style - cutting the waves! This style is exactly the opposite of the first style. You need to use soft strength, because water is the most soft thing, so this style requires softness to overcome hardness."

After Wang Yuyang finished speaking, he went to the kitchen to get a piece of old tofu and put it on the table, and then placed a chopstick on the tofu.

"You're ready!"

Wang Yuyang cut off with one knife, and the chopsticks were cut twice, but the tofu was as intact as before.

He put away the knife and looked at Wang Dachun with a proud look on his face, "How about it, this knife is more than ten times more difficult than the one just now. If you can do it, I will call you grandpa."

Wang Yuyang said it right. This knife is too difficult, and the precise control of power is simply millimeter level.

It is more difficult to send and receive freely than to kill a fly with a big gun.

It is rumored that those masters of marksman killed flies lying on the glass with one shot, but the glass was intact.

Wang Yuyang practiced this trick for many years before he could reach his current level.

Wang Dachun took the knife and said, "I think I might be able to do it."

The Tai Chi he practices is to overcome hardness with softness and receive as he pleases.

"This is impossible! I know you have a high talent, but it is impossible to do this trick without a few years of management..."

As soon as Wang Yuyang finished speaking, Wang Dachun had cut off the chopsticks on the tofu, and there was only a thin mark like hair on the surface.

Plop!

Wang Yuyang fell directly, and he waved his hand tiredly, "I won't teach you anymore, I'm tired, you go back and rest!"

His grandson's talent is so damaging to others. He feels that he has nothing to teach him anymore!

"Well, you should rest early, too!"

After Wang Dachun left, Wang Yuyang burst into laughter. With such a grandson, why should the Wang family be unhappy? How could he be unhappy?

The next morning, Wang Dachun got up and practiced the Immortal King Fist. Every time he practiced this Immortal King Fist, he could feel that his cultivation level had increased a little.

Of course, this trace is very small and most people can't feel it at all.

However, after practicing again today, Wang Dachun did not feel his cultivation level increase again.

This shows that my cultivation level has reached its peak, just like a cup, the water is full, and there is no water added to it.

The only way is to increase the volume of the cup, which is what Wang Dachun is doing now.

If you want to increase your cultivation level, you can only break through to the master. However, he always feels that there is a layer of membrane, just like a chick hatched in an eggshell. If you can't break through that layer of membrane, you will not be born.

"Is it really like what Hu Yuantu said that it requires great luck and great opportunities?"

No matter what, he has to give it a try. I am afraid that it won’t go too smoothly when I go to the Chinese Medicine Association today.

After all, he, a newcomer, will probably be unwilling to accept the president of the Chinese Medicine Association.

What's more, I'm so young!

But for that illusory luck, I have to fight for it.

Now Wang Dachun feels increasingly that his cultivation is not enough, and he must break through to the master.

After eating something briefly, Wang Dachun went out, took a taxi, and went straight to the Chinese Medicine Association.

The headquarters of the Chinese Medicine Association is still very grand, in a high-end office building.

Wang Dachun entered the office building and came to the elevator door to wait for the elevator. At this time, an old man in his sixties or seventies walked over surrounded by a group of middle-aged people.

"President Xie, I heard that Mr. Hu was going to give the president of the Chinese Medicine Association to an outsider. He asked me to say that the position of president must be done by Mr. Xie, and no one else has the qualifications."

A middle-aged man flattered.

"That's right, Mr. Xie is a respected veteran and has made great contributions to the Chinese Medicine Association. Why is it that the outsiders can get the benefit of it!"

"Yes, this president must be Mr. Xie."

"We firmly disagree. Our Chinese Medicine Association is not determined by Mr. Hu alone!"

A group of people gathered in front of Xie Lihua and said something, and I flattered me.

Xie Lihua felt a little proud, but on the surface he was calm, "Maybe Mr. Hu had a suitable candidate, and I was a little talented and inexperienced, so I was afraid it would be difficult to be competent!"

"President Xie, you are modest. Mr. Hu abdicated. You are the only one who is the president. We will not accept anyone who comes!"

"That's right, let's go and ask Mr. Hu for advice now!"

"Let's go, we will never agree!"

At this time, the elevator door opened and Wang Dachun was the first to walk in.

Xie Lihua and others also walked in. When everyone entered the elevator, the elevator called the police, indicating that it was overweight.

A middle-aged fat man with a big belly turned his attention to Wang Dachun, "Boy, the elevator is overweight, please go out."

Wang Dachun curled his lips, "Why, I was the first one to come in. If I want to go out, you have to go out. You are the last one to come in."

The fat man curled his lips, "Boy, do you know how to respect the elderly and love the young? You are the only young in this elevator. Who will go out if you don't go out?"

"That's right, who are you? You're the one who delivers food? Come and compete with us for the elevator?"

"That's right, hurry up, don't waste time, take the freight elevator, it's true."
Chapter completed!