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Chapter 194 Dangerous! ! !
Chapter 192 Dangerous! ! !

In an antique house, Long Shuwen is 1.9 meters tall.

Looking at the three pots of dumpling stuffing in front of him, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Wen Sihai's house is very large, and there is no need for a whole small kitchen, but the kitchen in front of him is where Wen Sihai cooks and entertains friends. Long Shuwen, who is 1.9 meters tall, looks a little "restrained" standing here.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that Wen Sihai, as the master, has run away.

The most exasperating thing is that he was asked to finish making these three pots of dumplings before running away.

Normally, Long Shuwen wouldn't have a bitter face.

The reason why the master is a master is not only to pass on the karma and teach the way, but also to take care of the disciples like a father on weekdays.

Although Wen Sihai is not Long Shuwen's biological father, after decades of upbringing, he has already regarded Wen Sihai as his father.

Not to mention making dumplings, even if Long Shuwen had a 108-course Manchu banquet, Long Shuwen would not complain at all.

What really made him helpless was that Master Wen Sihai and Chen Changqing were fighting in the backyard, while Long Shuwen could only make dumplings in the small kitchen.

For a martial idiot, this is more torment than a hundred claws scratching one's heart.

On the other side, the spacious backyard where Chen Changqing and Long Shuwen competed.

The traces left on the ground by previous fights have been repaired. Although it is not as good as the usual tamped soil layer, it looks flat after all, with the faint light.

Chen Changqing even saw a shovel with dirt on it on the shelf where the weapons were placed.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Changqing changed into a black exercise uniform and took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were shining with a ferocity that was hard to see in ordinary times.

In fact, Chen Changqing's eyes remained unchanged.

He was still the aggressive young man with sharp eyes like a wild beast, but the deceptiveness of the gold-rimmed glasses was so strong that Chen Changqing often thought he was a refined person.

On the other side, Wen Sihai changed the kitchen apron.

He is thin and thin, wearing a black exercise uniform with golden silk auspicious cloud patterns. Although his body is haggard and his height is less than 1.6 meters, he seems to be blown away by a gust of wind, but he matches this outfit and has a peaceful face.

People can't help but think of those unfathomable, profound and Yuezhi masters in ancient times.

But even so, Wen Sihai was still old after all, and Chen Changqing could feel the blood in the opponent's body that was no longer vigorous.

It is not a lie to say that boxing is afraid of the young.

If Wen Sihai was 20 years younger, this must have been a passionate battle, but now Wen Sihai looks about 70 to [-] years old, with a haggard figure, and his muscles that lack energy and blood are no longer as strong as they used to be.

So before making the move, Chen Changqing couldn't help hesitating a bit more in his eyes:
"Uncle Wen, are you sure you want to call?"

Wen Sihai frowned, and the little old man stared at Chen Changqing angrily, feeling like his beard was about to explode:
"What do you mean, you look down on me?"

There was a helpless wry smile on his face, and he agreed just now in the kitchen, but now Chen Changqing couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Anyway, Wen Sihai is of the same generation as his master, and I heard from Mr. Hong that Uncle Wen helped him when he was young.

If it hurts, it will be a big sin.

But considering the character of the old boy, he quickly waved his hands:

"No, Uncle Wen, that's not what I meant."

It's not that I'm cowardly, but that's how it is when the seniority is reached, and there are still favors from the previous generation in it.

Seeing Chen Changqing's helpless expression, Fourth Master Wen touched his chin. He looked at Chen Changqing in front of him, and seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up:
"Why don't you let me punch you three times first?"

Chen Changqing's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously said, "That's fine, but after three punches..."

Before Chen Changqing finished speaking, Wen Sihai strode towards Chen Changqing like a happy old child, but without any tricks, he waved his fist and smashed Chen Changqing's chest like this:
"That's what you said, take my punch first."

A smile flashed across Chen Changqing's eyes.

You can't win if you win, and you can't be serious when you fight, and you have to give Uncle Wen a step down, so he has already figured it out. He can let the old man realize the gap between the two sides first, and then he can fight with the third punch. Time to feign injury.

I believe Uncle Wen is also a sensible person and knows how to go down the steps.

As for whether it will turn somersault?

Don't make trouble, Wen Sihai looks 70 to 28 years old, the ghost knows how old he is, and he is [-] this year, which is the time when he is full of energy and blood.

Although he has never fought against each other, Chen Changqing knows that neither of them is a master.

Grandmaster has a very special temperament, ordinary people can't tell the difference, but Chen Changqing has been with Mr. Hong Zhen for a long time, during his time in Xiangjiang.

Unless there is something special, I will make it in the old man's milk tea shop on weekdays.

So he knew very well that Uncle Wen in front of him was not a master.

But Chen Changqing didn't see a sly smile flashing across Wen Sihai's ravine old face when the two sides were less than three meters away.

With a low drink, two small gusts of air flow out from the nostrils, giving people the feeling of a cold snort.

The joints are thick, but the flesh is almost invisible. It is completely a skinny fist, soft and weak, and it lands on Chen Changqing's chest without the slightest momentum.

This made Chen Changqing sigh in his heart. From Wen Sihai's thick bones, he could see that when he was young, he must have had a pair of indestructible iron fists.

But after all, it is still the years that make people grow old.

Ancient martial arts hurt the body, and many people of the older generation are suffering in their later years. Although the state of the whole person will undergo earth-shaking changes after breaking through to the master, how many people have been able to break through to the master level throughout the ages?

And just when Chen Changqing was full of emotion, he saw Wen Sihai's fist was about to fall.

In an instant, Chen Changqing's pupils shrank.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart. This feeling was extremely strong, even stronger than the body's resistance to bullets before. The brain had no time to think, and it was completely subconscious. Chen Changqing retreated instinctively.

"Boom!!!"

There was a huge roar, like an angry god, and a fist that was dry and decayed like chicken feet fell down.

It seemed that there was no threat at all, but the point where the fist fell exploded the surrounding air. Around this inconspicuous fist, a celestial phenomenon like a sound barrier was formed.

As the billowing air rushed towards his face, Chen Changqing, who was greatly shocked, stared round, looking at the old man with a stature less than 1.6 meters in front of him, his dull eyes seemed to be looking at a monster:

"Uncle Wen, you... your fist?"

The corners of his mouth were grinning, ravines criss-crossed, and the wrinkled Wen Sihai had an innocent smile on his face:

"Although I didn't hit it, it was barely a punch."

"Little Qingzi, don't forget what you said just now, this time stand up obediently, and let me, a weak old man, punch me two more times."

No energy?Still stand up obediently?
Although he was not hit, his sixth sense cannot make mistakes. In terms of danger, to put it bluntly, Uncle Wen's fist is even more threatening than bullets.

And looking at Wen Sihai who was staggering, moving slowly, and walking towards him with a bright smile.

The hairs stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

Dangerous! ! !
(End of this chapter)