Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

A demon was sitting right in front of him!

Yan Zhendong immediately became nervous upon realizing what had happened, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

Chen Wen seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled slightly.

"Oh? You're scared?"

Yan Zhendong was indeed somewhat afraid, because he had seen and experienced similar things before.

"What do you know at such a young age?"

"I am indeed a little scared, but being scared doesn't mean I'll back down. Back then, I..."

At this moment, Yan Zhendong suddenly realized that he had said too much and quickly shut his mouth.

Chen Wen squinted at the other person. This guy's past was indeed not so simple, but he did not continue to ask.

Some things can't be rushed.

At this point, the noise battle between upstairs and downstairs finally came to an end.

Although the foreigners and monks shouted loudly, they were ultimately no match for the old men upstairs.

They only needed to move their hands to play instruments, while the foreigners and monks had to shout at the top of their lungs, and in the end they could only reluctantly stop and disperse.

The teahouse was finally quiet.

Chen Wen and Yan Zhendong finished eating and walked down the stairs one after the other.

As soon as I reached the corner of the stairs, I saw a group of people gathered in the lobby, talking animatedly.

An elderly man with a ruddy complexion was surrounded by several people, and a chorus of compliments filled the air.

"Uncle Zhang, you've been quite the big shot lately! You've made a fortune doing business with foreigners!"

"Not at all, just trying to make a living," Old Zhang said modestly, but his face betrayed his smugness.

Another tall, thin man approached carrying a birdcage. Inside the cage was a brightly colored, spirited bird.

"Uncle Zhang, look at my newly acquired 'Imperial Concubine Sparrow'! Its song is so melodious! And its quality is top-notch!"

Everyone crowded closer to admire it, praising it with admiration.

"What a fine bird! What a fine bird!" "This quality is rare!"

Some people then started to make a fuss:

"Uncle Zhang, you are blessed with good fortune. Let this precious sparrow take a picture with you so it can share in your good luck!"

Taking photos? That's a rare thing these days!

Old Zhang was clearly pleased, stroking his beard and laughing:

"Taking a photo? No problem! When Master Huang arrives, we'll all take one together! Everyone come, everyone can share in the fun!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was even more delighted and thanked them repeatedly.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr. Zhang!"

"Thanks to you, we can finally try something new!"

Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the teahouse, and someone shouted:

"Master Huang is here!"

A young man strode in; it was Wong Fei-hung.

"Master Huang!"

"Hello, Master Huang!"

People of all ages in the teahouse went up to greet him with clasped hands, showing great enthusiasm.

Huang Feihong smiled and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Dear fellow villagers, hello everyone."

On the stairs, Chen Wen and Yan Zhendong stopped.

Chen Wen looked down at Huang Feihong, who was surrounded by a crowd, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. He muttered to himself:

"Huang Feihong... I didn't expect to run into him so soon."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhendong looked closely at Huang Feihong, his eyes filled with doubt:

"Do you know him?"

Chen Wen smiled:

"It would be even stranger if you didn't recognize him."

"This is none other than Wong Fei-hung of Baozhilin, the undisputed number one martial arts master in Foshan!"

"The number one expert in Foshan?" Yan Zhendong's eyes instantly ignited with fierce fighting spirit.

If he wants to open a martial arts school here, he needs to have enough fame!

How to become famous? Naturally, by defeating Foshan's number one!

Chen Wen glanced at him and said indifferently:

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"I'm not afraid to discourage you, but if you just go up there like this, you're bound to lose."

Yan Zhendong's face darkened, somewhat displeased, but then he thought that Chen Wen meant he was hungry for a long time and was not in good condition.

If Wong Fei-hung was truly a master, then he might indeed lose.

Not only will they fail to gain fame, but they will also lose face, and they will be unable to open a martial arts school in the future.

He nodded:

"Alright! Let's compete again later!"

At that moment, there was another small commotion at the door.

A young woman dressed in a Western-style ball gown and a small hat strode in, accompanied by a foreign woman dressed in the same Western style.

When Aunt Thirteen saw Wong Fei-hung, her eyes lit up:

"Flying Goose!"

Huang Feihong was clearly not used to this Westernized style. He paused for a moment before awkwardly smiling and replying, "Hello, Aunt Thirteen."

Yan Zhendong, standing on the stairs, frowned upon seeing Thirteen Aunt's Western-style dress and demeanor.

It is truly indecent for a Chinese woman to wear Western clothes!

However, he glanced at Chen Wen again.

The boss I was working for was also dressed in a Western-style suit and had short hair, so I decided not to say anything.

Chen Wen didn't notice Yan Zhendong. He just glanced at the scene downstairs, some movie clips flashed through his mind, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

"...An old-fashioned camera...taking pictures...if I remember correctly, this is going to be bad!"

downstairs.

Old Zhang had already pulled Huang Feihong to sit down at a square table, and Old Zhao carefully placed the birdcage in the center of the table.

Thirteen Aunt and her foreign female companion crawled into the black cloth cover behind the camera and began to adjust it.

The voice came from the black cloth:

"Ready? Don't move! One, two... three!"

Bang!

A blinding white light, accompanied by a large amount of smoke, suddenly exploded!

Flames erupted instantly, shooting towards the two people and the bird in front of them!

Old Zhang was so frightened that he turned pale and sat there motionless.

"not good!"

Huang Feihong reacted extremely quickly. With a low shout, he kicked Zhang Weng's chair, sending him and the chair flying away. At the same time, he used the momentum to leap backward.

"what!"

"Fire!"

The crowd immediately erupted into chaos!

The noble pheasant didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was engulfed in flames in its cage.

To make matters worse, the black cloth covering the camera was also set on fire!

Flames had already engulfed Aunt Thirteen inside!

"Thirteenth Aunt!"

Huang Feihong cried out in alarm and, without thinking, rushed into the fire to save people!

Just then!

A figure suddenly rushed out, grabbed Aunt Thirteen, and pulled her out of the flames!

"what!"

Aunt Thirteen lost her balance, cried out in surprise, and fell directly into Chen Wen's arms.

at the same time.

With a loud bang!

Chen Wen turned around and kicked out, sending the teapot on the table flying and landing precisely on the burning black cloth cover!

laugh!

The flames were extinguished by the water, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke.

Several quick-witted teahouse staff then realized what was happening and hurriedly brought buckets of water to completely extinguish the remaining flames.

From the start of the fire to the rescue and extinguishing of the fire, the entire process took only a few breaths.

Aunt Thirteen was still in shock. She felt an arm tightly holding her. She subconsciously looked up and thought it was Wong Fei-hung.

But instead, I saw a completely unfamiliar face.

The other person had short hair and was dressed in a Western-style suit; he was clearly not Wong Fei-hung!

In a critical moment, will the other person save you?

Aunt Thirteen suddenly felt a strange emotion, forgetting to thank them and forgetting that she had almost perished in the fire.

She just stared blankly at Chen Wen's face so close to hers, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The teahouse was a mess, filled with the smell of burning and steam.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Chen Wen, who had suddenly appeared, and the Thirteenth Aunt he had rescued.

Yan Zhendong stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, his eyes also filled with shock.

Chen Wen's speed, strength, and adaptability far exceeded his previous expectations!

"This guy... he really is a master of disguise!"