There's something wrong with me

Third Brother didn't answer whether it was an act of courage.

He only said it wasn't a big deal.

But dealing with it would take a little time.

At the same time, Third Brother didn't have Zhang Feng make a statement, but let Zhang Feng and the others leave first.

Rat drove the car.

Two days later.

A hotel on the provincial border.

The three of them were waiting for Third Brother here.

"Master, did Third Brother say he would be back today?" Zhang Feng didn't show any emotional fluctuations about the possibility of beating a criminal to death.

"It should be in the afternoon." Seeing that Zhang Feng didn't have any psychological shadow, Master felt a weight lifted from his heart.

As for that criminal, Master thought he deserved to die.

"I understand." Zhang Feng felt relieved when he heard that Third Brother would be back today.

It's good that everything is alright.

Zhang Feng then stopped thinking about it and began to practice his Kung Fu in the room.

Over the years, Zhang Feng had also practiced the Kung Fu of other schools.

Especially after Zhang Feng learned Shaolin Capturing Hands some time ago, the text also had prompts.

This further deepened Zhang Feng's desire to be 'erudite'.

[You have practiced Shaolin Capturing Hands to an intermediate level, and there will be no more memory options related to Shaolin Capturing Hands in the future]

As long as he mastered one technique, there would be one less item in the 'fighting memory' of the enhancement selection.

This is a good thing!

If he mastered them all.

Wouldn't the 'fighting memory' options completely disappear, and then free up 'new choices'.

This is equivalent to 'refreshing' a bar, adding a new chance to choose!

Zhang Feng had this idea in mind and was now learning more.

Moreover, being erudite can also deepen one's understanding of martial arts.

And one day later.

Third Brother rushed over, covered in dust.

After everyone reunited, they set off again.

After two days of travel.

On the afternoon of the third day.

Zhang Feng arrived at the Bajiquan main gate.

This was a rural village.

The main gate was on the east side of the village.

Zhang Feng and the others came here and met several old seniors of the Bajiquan sect, as well as several younger generations.

However, after Zhang Feng glanced at them a few times, he felt that they were no match for him.

Zhang Feng looked at them a few times, then looked at Master.

Master took out a law enforcement video, which showed Zhang Feng's image of capturing a thief.

"Come, let's see how skilled my disciple is!"

Master seemed to be showing off, letting these senior brothers take a look.

After these old seniors finished watching with surprise, their attitude towards Zhang Feng changed.

"This Kung Fu? This strength? How did you practice, nephew?"

"You can tell he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child!"

Several old seniors warmly surrounded Zhang Feng, pinching his arms and touching his shoulders.

"What a good bone structure!"

"Broad back and a bear waist! Broad back and a bear waist!"

They praised Zhang Feng.

The younger generation of Bajiquan also gathered around one by one after hearing the elders' praise.

They saw that Zhang Feng was now 1.75 meters tall. Although he looked like a teenager, his body was not particularly strong, but his muscles were solid.

The short sleeves revealed the undulating, streamlined muscles on his arms, all of which concealed explosive power.

But it was precisely because of practicing martial arts.

Zhang Feng's joints appeared to be somewhat thick, and his overall skin image management was a bit uncoordinated and rough.

"My disciple has indeed been practicing martial arts since he was a child." Master looked at Zhang Feng with increasing satisfaction and continued to show off to his senior brothers.

"It really looks good!" Several old people, as well as the surrounding younger generation, felt that Zhang Feng was very handsome and masculine with his bone structure and image.

And a little later, Master quickly explained the purpose of their visit to the old men.

The old seniors frowned a little after listening.

"You mean, your disciple wants to challenge various sects?"

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

"Zhang Feng, little nephew, you should think carefully."

At this moment, the old seniors were extremely concerned about this 'branch descendant' named Zhang Feng.

Look at that strength, and that age.

In the future, he can obviously stand alone, inherit the main line, and build prestige for the main gate!

So they didn't want Zhang Feng to get hurt.

Zhang Feng was determined,

"Please, uncles, send out invitations to the north and south!"

Zhang Feng had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Alright." The oldest Bajiquan elder took out the latest model of elderly phone when he saw that he couldn't persuade him.

"1, 5, 3..."

The key sound was quite loud.

Zhang Feng's heart was filled with question marks. Shouldn't a 'post invitation' seem more formal?

"Hello!" After connecting the phone, the old man said in a loud voice: "Who are you? I'm looking for Old Liu, that is, Old Liu, the abbot of Wudang!"

"Hello?"

"Oh? You are Old Liu!"

"But what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly. The signal is not good there. Can you come back down the mountain!"

The old man was talking to the contemporary successor of Wudang, but the process was not smooth.

The signal in the back mountain of Wudang was not good.

Fortunately, the second call went smoothly.

"Master Wang of Monkey Fist, long time no see." The old man invited: "I'm going to hold a north-south meeting and let the younger generation compete, what do you think."

"What north-south meeting?" Master Wang had something to do, "My North Province Martial Arts Hall is about to open, I don't have time. If you want to come to the old north-south routine, find someone else."

"What era is it, it's really idle." With that, the phone hung up.

It seemed that Master Wang had looked to the Qianfang of the new era. In fact, he currently did not have any disciples that he could show off, so he declined for a reason.

'Bajiquan is about to fight, there must be a powerful figure in the sect, wouldn't I be embarrassed to go?'

Master Wang was very shrewd and didn't go at all.

The same was true for the next few sects. There were no disciples at home that could be shown off.

So they found various reasons to refuse.

Some said that their disciples were fighting and broke each other's arms with a punch, and were detained by the police station (euphemistically showing that his disciples were very strong, and if they went, they would definitely be the leader. But because of something, they couldn't participate, what a pity).

Some said that their disciples went out to practice (his disciples were looking at the master lying next to him in surprise).

Some said that their disciples were sick (the disciples were in a hotel, toasting and eating with martial arts hall franchisees).

Anyway, no matter what, they all had something to do.

Zhang Feng listened in silence.

The martial arts world in this world really doesn't even bother to come and watch the excitement.

But Shaolin and Xingyi responded to the challenge.

"Okay, you set the date." Xingyi was straightforward.

"July 24th, auspicious." Shaolin also offered a date suggestion.

July 24th is the birthday of the Dragon Tree Bodhisattva.

Simultaneously.

Zhang Feng's head was itchy when he heard it.

Good guy! Are the challenges and refusals so casual?

A few phone calls went by, and then a time was set, and it became a 'North-South Martial Arts Conference?'

But thinking about it, it is.

This world does not advocate martial arts, on the contrary, it is very close to the real world.

The popularity of real martial arts is self-evident.

On the contrary.

After thinking deeply, Zhang Feng felt that the martial arts atmosphere in this world was very good.

If the first experience world was to familiarize himself with 'adventure and strengthening'.

Then this world should be just like the name of this type, to let himself 'grow and learn' well.

Contact martial arts more, and experience more.

Prepare for future adventures.

'There are still twelve years.'

Zhang Feng calculated the time, he still has 'half a lifetime' here.

Then take the first place as soon as possible, and after completing the main line, start exercising well and cherish the next twelve years of martial arts experience.

......

Half a month later.

North-South Martial Arts Conference.

Xingyi and Shaolin, a total of more than 20 people, came to the Bajiquan main gate one after another.

Among them, the Xingyi representative, 30 years old, was a cold man who was not tall.

The Shaolin representative, 27 years old, had slightly dark skin and looked very 'strong'.

They were all at the age when their strength was at its peak.

"Hello, uncles and uncles."

Arriving at the large courtyard where the competition was held.

The two representatives greeted some of the elders in the Bajiquan sect.

"Who will my disciple compete with?"

The Xingyi and Shaolin elders who brought the two here were chatting with familiar Bajiquan people.

"My disciple." Master heard their inquiry and pointed to Zhang Feng behind him with a smile.

"Hello, elders, junior Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng stepped forward and clasped his fists, looking at the two opponents.

The two opponents were also looking at Zhang Feng.

But the Xingyi and Shaolin elders frowned slightly.

"Why is it a half-grown boy?"

"You Bajiquan are not kidding, are you?"

"We don't take advantage."

"Change someone! Change someone!"

But as Zhang Feng braced himself, his arms lifted back, as if drawing a bow.

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Whoosh—

First came a Bajiquan's sweeping strike.

Then, turning his back, *bam*, his foot stomped the ground, forming a fierce Xingyi Bear Leaning on Mountain.

'He's learned all of our Xingyi techniques?' The Xingyi people were silent.

Swoosh—

Zhang Feng stopped, turning and waving his hand like a python, his sleeves rustling, finally standing straight, letting his arm hang down, it was Shaolin's 'Bone Searching' grappling.

'He's mastered Shaolin grappling too?'

The sturdy representative from Shaolin watched, his right eye twitching, finally taking the lead to give a Buddhist salute:

"This outer sect disciple not only has practiced Bajiquan to perfection, but is also proficient in the essence of Xingyi and Shaolin.

No need to compete, this humble monk is no match.

I ask for Longshu Bodhisattva's wise eyes to forgive me today."

He bowed, and the several monks who came with him also gave a Buddhist greeting.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the group turned and left the courtyard.

Click—

The door of the small car parked outside the courtyard opened.

'Whoosh whoosh,' the car sped away.

Shaolin knew they couldn't win and conceded generously.

They didn't even compete.

"Haha…" An old man from Baji laughed at this moment, but his laughter was tinged with sighs, "Times have changed. In this colorful world, who can be as focused on martial arts as nephew Zhang Feng?

His achievements are truly unmatched, and it's likely there will be no one like him in the future."

The old man shook his head and got up to leave the viewing platform.

He was too disappointed.

"Yes…" An old man from Xingyi also sighed silently, "If it were thirty years earlier, when I was in my prime, I would have liked to exchange blows with this little nephew and test his skill."

After speaking, he looked at the representative from his sect,

"Let's go, you are no match either.

Zhang Feng has practiced martial arts since he was young, and he hasn't gone astray. Your half-way training can't compare.

If your parents had sent you here since you were young, perhaps you could have tried."

The Xingyi representative didn't answer, but stared intently at Zhang Feng,

"Please!"

With that, he took his starting stance.

His left hand and left foot pointed forward, his right palm pressed down, and his right foot stepped back simultaneously.

It was the starting stance of Dragon Form, also the beginning of a Twisting Step Drilling Fist, yet it seemed like a variation of a Penetrating Palm.

The dragon is revered as a mythical beast.

It inherently possesses the divine power of flying through the sky, burrowing into the earth, and transforming unpredictably.

Dragon Form naturally embodies flexible and ever-changing fist techniques.

"Please!"

Zhang Feng slowly extended his left hand, his fist exposed, open and expansive, it was Bajiquan's swinging fist.

"Are they fighting?" Several old men who were about to leave stopped in their tracks when they saw them sparring.

Whoosh—

Seeing that he wasn't attacking, Zhang Feng took the initiative, using a swinging fist to break through his central gate.

Seeing Zhang Feng's fierce attack, the Xingyi representative stepped on the ground with the ball of his right foot, like a dragonfly skimming water, taking a step to the side, his body simultaneously dodging to the right, his right hand like drawing a bow to gather strength.

He eventually transformed into a drilling fist.

'Four transformations!' The surrounding people watched with shining eyes, never expecting that the Xingyi representative's starting stance had four variations.

Seeing him dodge and clench his fist, Zhang Feng fixed his stance and turned into a swinging hammer.

"Good!" The Xingyi representative shouted briefly, borrowing strength from his lungs, using a fully drawn drilling fist to meet Zhang Feng's swinging hammer.

Bang!

Hammer and fist collided, a muffled sound of flesh and blood, neither of them held back.

The Xingyi representative's mouth twitched slightly, his fist joints ached a little.

Zhang Feng's expression was calm, the hammer hand he swung out changed into a grappling technique, finally transforming into a peck, striking his unretracted wrist.

The Xingyi representative hurriedly retracted his hand, then clasped his fist somewhat dejectedly and said: "I lost."

If Zhang Feng hadn't changed to a peck, but continued to grapple and grab bones.

Then his arm, which had used up its strength, would have been crippled.

'At least five transformations…' The people present saw that Zhang Feng's force was controlled at will, able to show mercy under his fist, it was clear that he hadn't used his full strength.

… …

Evening.

On the way home.

The gathering that Zhang Feng had waited for more than ten years had come to a satisfactory end today.

Apart from the Xingyi representative.

Not daring to compete and not being able to compete became the recurring themes of this gathering.

'Could it be that I'm too diligent? And everyone is afraid?'

Zhang Feng was full of doubts, and recalled the envious and congratulatory gazes of the afternoon.

The number one in the North and South at eighteen years old!

… …

Fleeting years.

Twelve years later.

A farmhouse in the suburbs.

His master was looking in the mirror, counting the number of age spots on his face with slight interest.

His third senior brother was lying on a deck chair, reading the newspaper with reading glasses.

Zhang Feng, in the prime of his life, sat on the flat ground, thinking about the techniques of Tai Chi.

In front of Zhang Feng were several Tai Chi manuals.

Since the end of the North-South gathering twelve years ago.

Zhang Feng, with the identity of 'Number One in the North and South,' borrowed the secret manuals of various sects and began a truly meaningful period of intense training.

As for what the twelve years were like.

Zhang Feng couldn't really see these slow changes in these years.

He only focused on practicing martial arts, seizing the opportunity of these twelve years.

Even though he could have returned a month ago, Zhang Feng had come to like the quietness here and wanted to stay longer.

But at this moment.

Ding ling ling, the phone rang.

His third senior brother took out his phone from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Feng, who was looking over.

"Xiao Feng, it's your eldest brother's call."

"Okay." Zhang Feng answered the phone.

"Xiao Feng!" His eldest brother's voice was a little anxious, "Dad fell and is now in the hospital for observation…"

"Dad fell?"

The call from home seemed to tear open the veil of time.

Zhang Feng suddenly came back to his senses from his single-minded focus on martial arts, looked at his master, who was moving somewhat inconveniently under the eaves, and looked at his third senior brother, who had moved to the small courtyard to make it easier to take care of his master.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone was old.

At this time, Zhang Feng clearly realized that thirty years had passed in this life.

Longer than his previous life.

"How is Dad now?" Zhang Feng stood up briskly, "Which hospital is he in?"

"Second Hospital." His eldest brother's voice had the unique deepness of a middle-aged man, but soon gradually relaxed, "The film just came out, thankfully he didn't hurt his bones. If you're busy, don't come.

I was just too anxious while waiting for the film, and there was no one to talk to, so I don't know why, but I wanted to tell you."

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Feng hung up the phone and looked at his master and third senior brother,

"I'm going out for a while."

Zhang Feng walked to his master's side, took his master's wrinkled hand, "I should be back in a couple of days, what do you want to eat? Still pig's head meat?"

"Can Master still eat it?" His master patted Zhang Feng's hand and pointed to his teeth, "Master doesn't have many teeth left."

"I told you to get dentures." His third senior brother looked at the newspaper, "You just wouldn't get them, saying it was troublesome, now it's good, even eating isn't smooth, I really don't know what you old man is thinking."

"Why are you like Hao Hao now." His master glared at him, "If you don't nag Master for a day, you won't feel comfortable?"

"I'm doing this for your own good." His third senior brother was still reading the newspaper.

"Don't pay attention to your third senior brother." His master didn't look at him either, but looked at Zhang Feng kindly, "Go, be careful on the road."

"Okay." Zhang Feng nodded, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

The words about old people, 'seeing one less time is one less time,' kept swirling in Zhang Feng's mind at this moment.

So that from the small courtyard to the entrance, the short twenty-odd steps.

Zhang Feng walked and paused, always feeling like he had walked for a long time.

"What's wrong?" His third senior brother looked up at Zhang Feng, who had paused again, "Is there something on your mind? Can you tell your senior brother? See if senior brother can help."

"It's nothing." Zhang Feng looked at his master and senior brother, who were looking at him with concern, turned and left the small courtyard,

"Master, senior brother, I'm leaving first."

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