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Late at night, Xia Chu quietly came to the yard outside Chen Qi's house.

It was early in the morning, and Chen Qi was still practicing Hun Tian Yi Jue.

"Master, actually you don't have to agree." Xia Chu stepped forward.

"Are you afraid that I can't handle it?" Chen Qi smiled lightly. Xia Chu was considered his most loyal subordinate. It was indeed right to take him in in the first place.

"With swords and guns, no one can hurt the young master, but no matter how good his skills are, he can't deal with guns." Xia Chu expressed his concerns.

Chen Qi was slightly stunned. No matter how good his kung fu was, he couldn't deal with the gunfire. The Chen family, a large ancient martial arts family, was wiped out by the warlord's artillery.

In the past, Chen Qi admitted that Xia Chu's point of view was right, but now, after obtaining the information in the Huntian Tiger Talisman, he knew that as long as he practiced his fists and reached the master level, he might be able to block guns and cannons.

Chen Qi looked at the moonlight and spoke slowly: "You are right. It is difficult to guard against hidden guns. It is just that you cannot improve your kung fu without experiencing fighting. Your understanding of martial arts can only be improved through fighting. This is eternal. reason."

Xia Chu thought for a moment: "Then I will send a few elites to protect you privately."

Chen Qi nodded. He is a very cautious person. Fighting is not desperate. His own safety is the first priority. He will not push himself into a desperate situation for the sake of martial arts, because once a person dies, there is nothing. , let alone revenge. In his view, the ancient practice of sinking one's boat into a desperate situation, putting oneself in a desperate situation, and then dying and surviving is just a coincidence and cannot be replicated.

On this day, Song Fang came to the Xingyi Boxing Gym on West Street to visit his master Zhang Zili again.

Zhang Zili is a person with real abilities. He can punch more than a hundred kilograms of force with one punch. With the moves of Xingyiquan, he has strong practical combat ability, so Song Fang is willing to pay a lot of money to become his teacher.

The business of the boxing gym is good, and I heard that it even hired a white man. In the United States in 1943, it was quite a sensation for a white man to become a disciple of a Chinese. And I heard that the white man had a high social status, but now he went to the front line of World War II.

Zhang Zili is not an old man with white hair and white beard, but a middle-aged man in his forties, much younger than Song Fang.

"Master, there is news about Chen Xianqin." Song Fang came to see Zhang Zili with plenty of gifts.

Zhang Zili was not tall but extremely strong. He shook his head and said, "I have never heard of Chen Xianqin, but I asked the American martial arts master Yang Qianli, and I heard from him that there is a master in your Chen Mansion. My name is Xia Chu."

Hearing the name of the old man Xia Chu, Song Fang gritted his teeth in his heart. Without this old man, the entire Chen Mansion would be under his control now.

"He does have some abilities." Song Fang said lightly.

"Grandmaster Yang said that he had a sparring match with Xia Chu back then. Although he defeated the opponent, he didn't know where his boxing skills came from. To this day, he still doesn't know which school his boxing skills come from," Zhang Zili said.

Song Fang immediately understood after hearing this. Yang Qianli's knowledge of Chinese martial arts was so extensive. If there was a boxing technique that even he didn't know, it might be ancient martial arts.

"Master, what you mean is, Xia Chuhui Guwu"

Zhang Zili replied: "Not necessarily. There are so many Chinese martial arts, and Grandmaster Yang may not know them all. You take me to the Chen Mansion and I will pay my respects to Xia Chu."

Song Fang agreed immediately. Whether Xia Chu knows ancient martial arts, Zhang Zili may be able to give the answer after discussing with him.

In the courtyard of Chen Mansion, Chen Qi was driving a wooden dummy. For more than 20 years, he would practice boxing whenever he had free time.

What he is practicing now is the Chen Family Boxing, which was passed down from his father. It is a very common set of boxing. After practicing it for twenty years, he can only exert the inner strength to barely break a wooden board. He is completely unable to do so with Huntian Yijue. compared to.

It's just that during the day, there are many people and the cautious Chen Qi rarely practices Hun Tian's skill. You must know that ordinary people are innocent and harbor the jade. The Chen family only showed off too much, so they were coveted by the warlords and were exterminated.

"I've met shopkeeper Song." At this time, Chen Qi heard the maid's voice coming from the corridor, and soon Song Fang appeared in his sight with a strong middle-aged man.

When Song Fang saw Chen Qi who was sweating profusely, he smiled and said, "Young master is really hardworking. He insists on practicing boxing every day in this hot summer."

Chen Qi did not stop and responded casually: "How come shopkeeper Song has time to come to my place and bring a stranger to visit." Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Zili next to Song's room.

"Don't get me wrong, young master, this is my master, Grandmaster Zhang of the Xingyi Quan Gym." Song Fang introduced.

A flash of light flashed in Chen Qi's eyes, he stopped and looked at Zhang Zili. I thought: In today's world, there are no levels of martial arts. Anyone who is good at martial arts will be honored as a master.

"Master Zhang came to Chen Mansion, I don't know why?" Chen Qi asked, feeling happy in his heart. He originally wanted to meet this Xingyiquan master, but he didn't expect him to come on his own.

"Young Master, Grandmaster Zhang came across the ocean to open a martial arts school in the United States. Naturally, he was obsessed with martial arts. He heard that Mr. Xia was very powerful in kung fu, so he wanted to come and use martial arts to make friends." Song Fang continued to introduce him.

"What a coincidence, I also like to practice martial arts, and I also want to make friends with martial arts. I wonder if Master Zhang will give me a chance." Chen Qi said without any scruples, acting like a domineering child of a family in every word and deed.

Hearing what Chen Qi said, Song Fang was not surprised. The eldest young master of the Chen family had always been ignorant and specialized in kung fu, but he didn't expect that the other party would challenge Zhang Zili beyond his own capabilities.

Zhang Zili was a little dissatisfied. The martial arts rules of the Hua Kingdom were very strict. If you wanted to challenge the master of the gym, you must at least have a matching identity. There was no reason to compete with unknown juniors casually. This would be ridiculed by the martial arts community.

Seeing Zhang Zili's cold face, Song Fang immediately smiled and said: "Young master, let's do this. I am Grandmaster Zhang's apprentice. Let me help you with two moves." In Song Fang's eyes, Chen Qi is just an ordinary practitioner. Zi, who has never learned any special kung fu, just knows some low-level fighting skills. How can those skills that are like street gangster fighting be compared with Xingyi Quan? Even if Chen Qi is young and strong, he cannot be his opponent. He and Chen Qi decided to have a go at it, and teach the domineering young master a lesson. In the past few days, Chen Qi had always made bad ideas, which had caused him a lot of trouble.

Chen Qi looked at Song Fang, his eyes narrowed, and he had the urge to beat Song Fang to death. This impulse flashed past, and then he smiled and said: "Since shopkeeper Song said so, let's make a gesture. If I win, Master Zhang will compete with me."

Zhang Zili glanced at Chen Qi very uncomfortably and snorted: "If you beat Song Fang, it's okay for me to compete with you." Although Song Fang is not his most proud disciple, he is also somewhat popular in Xingyiquan. Well, Zhang Zili didn't think that the arrogant kid in front of him could win against Song Fang.

"Young Master, please." Song Fang made a martial arts gesture politely, and at the same time he opened his pace and made a "bow" shape to get ready. Although he was old, he felt full of strength.

"Come on." Chen Qi replied without any gestures, just a simple boxing step, which looked very amateurish.