Wudang Hall in the West District.

The young hero Tang Kong, who is regarded as a famous master and disciple, took the bus and walked two or three kilometers along the way, and finally arrived at the martial arts hall.

This martial arts hall is quite famous, with a small area and a complete range of facilities.

There are many people, three or five coaches, each leading a large group of students.

It is summer vacation now, and many primary and secondary school students sign up for study, which seems lively.

"Is this classmate here to sign up?"

"Hello, my name is Tang Kong, come to find Wang Yuanfei."

"Wait a mininute."

The young man was a little surprised, looked at Tang Kong and turned around and went in.

Tang Kong's eyes swept slightly, looking at these martial arts coaches and students, listening to their teaching in his ears, watching their movements, and pondering for a moment.

"Tang Kong."

Wang Yuanfei's voice came.

Tang Kong looked over, but his eyes flew over Wang Yuanfei, and instead landed on the middle-aged man on his left.

The man seemed to have made a move forty years, dark skin and strong figure, but his eyes were bright and energetic, and he walked like the wind, and seemed to have a blazing blood.

Tang Kong thought it was an illusion, but as the other party approached, the feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Master!"

"His body is only one line weaker than mine!"

Tang Kong vaguely understood that most people could only sense that this person had a very good mental outlook and masculine behavior, but it was difficult to have such a strong feeling.

And I have built a foundation and achieved the eighth grade of external environment, which is considered a person who has entered the hall, so I can feel it so clearly.

The man opposite gradually came.

This fierce blood energy is becoming stronger and stronger.

It’s like a person who has been vigorously exercising, his blood is boiling and he sweats profusely. When he approaches you, even if you are just an ordinary person, he will naturally be able to detect a burst of blood.

For warriors, without actively converging, such strong blood and energy are extremely obvious even when there is no vigorous exercise.

"Is my friend Tang Kong?"

The middle-aged man looked solemn and said solemnly.

He thought this was just a junior, and he had to meet a famous teacher, and he had some skills in his body, which was slightly higher than Wang Yuanfei.

But unexpectedly, this young man had strong qi and blood and strong martial arts background. He had already entered the house, no less than himself, and could be called a master. He immediately disappeared a little contempt for his juniors.

Tang Kong nodded and said, "I am Tang Kong, what do you call me?"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said seriously: "My name is Chen Yuan, and he is the owner of this martial arts hall."

Seeing this, Tang Kong hurriedly reached out and shook hands with him.

But the moment the palms of the two touched each other, Tang Kong felt a huge force coming from the other's hand, and a sensation of pain suddenly came.

It's like two walls, clamping your hands in the middle, gradually flattening, almost crushing your palms.

There is another illusion that the other party seems to be lifting his feet from the ground through his arms and throwing them to the other side.

This is my ability to take the exam!

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Tang Kong's mind.

Immediately, my expression sternly and I suddenly exerted force.

He held his hands tightly and began to fight back.

This time, Tang Kong did not retain his strength and held it tightly with all his strength.

The physical fitness of this middle-aged man is almost no less than that of himself.

Moreover, the other party is a real warrior, and his grasp and use of strength must be higher than that of himself.

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On the street outside the Wudang Hall.

Although they stood at the gate, the two people in front of them used their own strength to the extreme.

Apart six or seven meters apart, ordinary people may not have any feelings, but for him who is about to integrate qi and blood, he can vaguely feel it, like a wave of heat coming towards him.

The two people who were competing on the other side had already stood at the height where the qi and blood were united and the strength was in harmony!

Not to mention Chen Yuan, the older boxer who has been famous for more than ten years has already become strong, accumulated and settled, and is in his prime.

But the person who is competing with Chen Yuan is obviously just a young man!

How could you practice to this point?

At this moment, he felt that the pride in his heart was constantly being destroyed.
Chapter completed!