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Chapter 36: Xiao Yu’s Appearance (Part )

"Give way."

"Make way, yes. Don't push..."

In Los Angeles, there is a crowded parking lot in front of Dafei Fighting Gym.

Chen Banxian was wearing a striking "Wendaomen" ancient costume and riding a shared bicycle, moving slowly.

Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle was Xiao Guanguan, who looked nervous.

"Move aside a little more... butt, I'm going to hit your butt..."

The crowd was crowded and reluctant to make way.

All talking.

"Xiao Yu? Is it Xiao Yu?"

"I saw the clothes! It's him!"

"He's a piece of shit! You have to stick your butt out to look because your eyes are not good."

"Bend down, bro. I can't see clearly..."

"Is Xiao Yu here?"

"Don't push me! Fuck! It's not him. It's just an old guy! Don't push me!"

"This old Deng just rushed in on his bicycle?"

"Let me take a look, let me take a look..."

"This dress... is it from Cossell?"

"Ah! The wheel crushed my foot!"

"Uncle, please slow down, your stirrup is caught on my trouser leg... Hey, hey? Slow down, uncle!"

"…Where are my socks…"

Amidst the chaos, Chen Banxian rode his bicycle and "rushed" to the gate of Dafei Boxing Gym.

Hit the iron railing.

Stop in front of the staff.

staff member:"……"

Chen Banxian: “…”

Staff: "Holy monk... where are you from?"

Chen Banxian: "Why are you stopping me?"

Staff: "Why did you hit my railing?"

Chen Banxian: "If you don't move out of the way, you'll be hit too."

"…The museum is full. We can't get in. Old man, get out of the car first. The front of the car is hitting my crotch."

"What does it have to do with me if the place is full? I'm here to challenge you." Chen Banxian stepped back half a meter and kicked the bicycle support frame open: "Get out of the way. I want to go in. The guy called Dafei is waiting for me to fight."

“…Is counterfeiting so rampant now?” the staff was shocked.

"What is fake? Who faked it?" Chen Banxian frowned.

"Uncle, you think I'm blind." The staff member reached out and tugged at Chen Banxian's ancient Chinese costume: "If you want to pretend to be Xiao Yu and get in... you have to find someone of similar age, right? Even if the skin is changed, the flesh is still rotten, right?"

"You're the one who's rotten!" Chen Banxian instantly became furious.

"Old man, if you really want to pretend, I suggest you go back and get a facelift. The wrinkles on your face make me feel too hot even when I'm outside in the winter."

"...Have you never been beaten since you were a child?"

"Nonsense, who are you looking down on?" With one step, he blocked Chen Banxian more tightly. The staff member waved his hands impatiently: "You, go home and watch the animal world. There are so many people here, you will be incontinent if you are squeezed again."

"I'll be nice to you for another minute." Chen Banxian took a deep breath: "I never said I was Xiao Yu. Why would I pretend to be that grandson?"

"Oh... then you are just playing Cossell Pule. I'm not saying anything bad about you, you're almost dead, so why are you playing that idiot?"

"I don't understand what you are saying. Whether I am tired or not has nothing to do with you." With Xiao Guanguan's face flushed, Chen Banxian began to force his way in: "Get out of the way quickly."

"I told you it's full! It's full!"

"I also said it! I'm a challenger! A challenger!"

"Look! You still want to pretend to be Xiao Yu!"

Amidst the shoving and pushing, the anchor Da Fei finally stumbled out of the hall and pulled Chen Banxian and the staff away: "What are you doing? I haven't started the fight yet, and you guys are playing outside?"

"Boss!" The staff member immediately complained angrily: "This old man didn't buy a ticket! He insisted on coming in."

"I'm here to challenge the Taoist sect on behalf of them. What tickets do you want to buy? Do you still sell tickets here?"

Hearing this, Da Fei frowned and looked Chen Banxian up and down: "Uncle, who are you?"

The staff member interjected: "A liar pretending to be a liar."

"Haha. Fortune-telling is something that works if you believe in it, but if you don't... Who is a liar? Who do you say is a liar?" The other party's key words almost brought out the passive lines that Chen Banxian had been saying for decades while wandering around the world.

"Don't talk first." Da Fei stopped the staff and said, "Uncle, you just said you represent the Dao Men sect?"

"Of course!"

"who are you?"

“Heh.” After straightening his slightly wrinkled white robe, Chen Banxian straightened his chest and raised his head, regaining his immortal temperament. He waved his long sleeves and said, “I am Chen Banxian, the current head of the Daoist sect…”

"My boss asked who you are, not your grandma." The staff member interrupted again: "How many years has your grandma been buried?"

"Look." Chen Banxian pointed at the staff and looked at Dafei: "Is he doing this on purpose? He is just looking for trouble."

"Don't talk!" Da Fei glared at his subordinate and took a step closer: "What is your relationship with Xiao Yu?"

"My grandson."

"...Oh. Are you the fortune teller? His grandfather?"

"Huh?" Chen Banxian was surprised: "Have you heard my story?"

"Hasn't your house been 'opened' online?"

“What is an open box.”

"Master." Xiao Guanguan, who had been silent the whole time, leaned over to Chen Banxian's ear and explained, "My personal information, phone number, address, etc., were exposed."

"What?" Chen Banxian was furious again and glared at Dafei: "So it was you, a *raised*, who exposed my home phone number?"

"...No, sir, what does this have to do with me? Are you here to commit fraud?" Dafei held his forehead with his hand.

"It's an old grudge. I won't bother with you for now."

Chen Banxian looked around the crowd and said, "I am the head of the Daodao Sect. This time, I am here on behalf of my disciple Xiao Yu to fulfill his bet with you. If you still stop me here, it means that you don't want to fight and you took the initiative to break the bet. Then all the subsequent responsibilities will be borne by you. It has nothing to do with us!"

"Beat him!" the staff yelled.

"Boom..."

Da Fei kicked the staff member half a meter away and said, "Can you please be quiet?"

Turning back to look at Chen Banxian, he rubbed his temples and said, "Uncle, please wait a moment. I'm a little confused... Let me sort it out... Are you his grandfather?"

"Correct."

"You fight for him?"

"Correct."

"Where's Xiao Yu?"

"Him. He has a stomachache."

Dafei: “…”

What happened at the door has attracted more and more people to come closer.

The iron railings just happened to fall down, so everyone simply surrounded Chen Banxian and the other two.

As for the bloggers in the museum… they dare not come out.

I'm afraid I'll have to buy another ticket...

"...Master, let me think about it."

Putting his hands on his waist, Da Fei thought for a long time, then looked Chen Banxian up and down, sorted out his words, and said, "Master. First of all, it was Xiao Yu who challenged me, not the clothes of the "Wendao Sect". It has nothing to do with other people."

"Now that this incident has become so big, everyone in Dongda knows about it. Many people are trying to take advantage of this popularity. I can't just fight him because I claim to be a Taoist. Don't you agree?"

"If I want to fight, I will only fight with Xiao Yu. If he doesn't dare to come, let him come and say it in person, or make a statement video or something. Everyone knows what the traditional martial arts circle is like, and no one will be surprised."

"Besides, I want to spar with you. Regardless of your true identity, it is inappropriate for you to get on the ring at your age."

"Yeah?" Chen Banxian rolled up his sleeves: "You look down on me?"

"It has nothing to do with whether I look down on you or not." Da Fei explained patiently: "To put it bluntly, fists and feet have no eyes. What if I get on stage..."

"what!"

Before Da Fei finished speaking, Chen Banxian suddenly shouted loudly, scaring the people around who were watching the fun.

Then, he punched and kicked vigorously, jumped up and down, and flew left and right.

"Ha! Drink!"

"Ya hey!"

"Bah!"

“Roar!”

"Baga!"

“Hoooo!”

“Hoo…”

He actually performed an extremely powerful set of Bajiquan!
He was so strong that he kicked the bicycle over and knocked the staff members to the ground with a hammer.

"Ha! This is called a tiger descending from the mountain!" Chen Banxian exerted force on his shoulders, leaned forward, his white hair flying.

"This is called a flying dragon in the sky!" Chen Banxian spun, jumped, and closed his eyes.

"This is called a mantis trying to stop a savage." Chen Banxian's muscles bulged as he attacked fiercely. His joints cracked.

"Wild horse shaking its hoof!" Chen Banxian kicked the staff member who was about to get up again. Kicked him down again.

Everyone in the audience: “…”

"And this is called going with the flow!"

Finally, Chen Banxian stopped in the horse stance and waist twisting movement with an indifferent expression, and hooked the host Dafei with his outstretched right hand.

The dust raised at the scene also slowly settled down.

It actually formed a slightly distorted Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram...

"..."

"..."

"What the hell?"

"Yes... a little fierce..."

"Fuck this old man."

"Look at his feet..."

"Ouch!"

"I just noticed it. This old man was beating on top, and his feet were drawing on the bottom."

"Huh? It looks like the soles of his shoes are worn out."

All the onlookers looked at each other in surprise.

The anchor Dafei was even more shocked and confused.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

One look at these five sets of boxing and kicking by Chen Banxian shows that he had practiced some basic techniques when he was young.

"how."

Maintaining a half-squatting posture, Chen Banxian was like a steel nail, deeply embedded in the ground, motionless. A breeze blew, only ruffling his scattered white hair: "Am I worthy of sparring with you?"

"...Uncle, please get up first. Compensate my employee's medical expenses."

Chen Banxian sneered: "..."

"This is not a question of whether or not we are worthy. I have so many people here, so many anchors and reporters, and billions of netizens are watching online, all waiting for the competition between Xiao Yu and me. What's the big deal if I fight you?"

Chen Banxian sneered: "..."

"Master, I won't argue with you anymore. If you want to enter the museum, just come in. I won't charge you for the ticket. You can call Xiao Yu and ask him whether he is coming or not. All the Dongda people are waiting."

Chen Banxian continued to sneer: "..."

"...Uncle, can you please stand up first?" Dafei said irritably.

"Master...Master..." Xiao Guanguan dared to step forward: "Get up."

"Help me up." Chen Banxian sneered, "I have a sprained waist."

Xiao Guanguan: “…”

"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug..."

And just when the whole venue was in such a "weird" situation.

In the distance, even more "weird", there seemed to be a faint whistling sound of propellers.

Accompanied by increasingly loud music.

resounded through the sky.

Shocked the whole city of Luo.

All the bloggers, all the reporters, hosts, all the crowds, and all the police officers maintaining order all raised their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

There seems to be a helicopter coming from the sky...

The music seems to be the theme song of "A Chinese Ghost Story"...

(Funeral Building)
"Thumbs up..."

(Beautiful dream starts leaking warehouse~)
"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug..."

(The thunder leaked and the wind was blowing ~ Ang ~ The wind was blowing and the migrant workers were splashed ~)

"Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu..."

(Red Ginseng Thunder ~ Beautiful Dream Waist for Many Parties ~)
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!”

at last.

The helicopter came.

It stopped right above the confused, densely packed crowd.

A figure wearing sunglasses slowly poked his head out from the door of the helicopter.

(Dreaming of a bowl in the morning, losing love.)
"Stomach cutting. Are you all okay?" Xiao Yu held the microphone in his left hand, raised his right hand high, and raised his index finger.

(The green sheep is endless ~)
"Sorry, there's a bit of a traffic jam on the road."

……

(End of this chapter)