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Perhaps due to their father's influence, these boys from the Cheng family love to compete with others.

At first, they just competed with each other, but as time went by, they got tired of it. After all, there were only a few brothers, and everyone knew clearly each other's strength and even their tactics. They basically fought back and forth. It's all the same result, boring.

Later, they set their sights on teachers and students from martial arts schools in the county.

Those teachers were really good at it, but compared to the Cheng brothers, they were still a little inferior. After a few games, the teachers gave up and stopped playing with these guys.

Out of boredom, these people even bullied the children.

Of course, those who were beaten were also martial arts students, especially the kids who practiced Sanda. They were beaten frequently. Of course, the brothers were also measured and never beat anyone. This was why the martial arts school allowed these few The reason why I always come here to 'make trouble' is, after all, how can a martial arts student not learn to get beaten? Besides, it's hard to find a sparring partner as skilled as the Cheng brothers all over the country.

It can be said that the Cheng family brothers are a group of aggressive martial arts idiots, especially the young and old, who are in their thirties and have just begun to mature in martial arts. Their bodies and bones are also the strongest at this age. They are so energetic that they can't wait to find an opponent to challenge them every day.

So today, the brothers of the Cheng family suddenly saw that a big star was also a martial arts practitioner and had some connection with the family. The brothers suddenly felt a little itchy.

Of course, because of the difference in status, several Cheng family brothers did not dare to challenge rashly, but ran to the old man's side and whispered.

"Dad, I wonder if I can fight that Mr. Nie?" Cheng Lao asked his father.

Mr. Cheng originally didn't want to discuss this matter, but when his son mentioned it, he became interested.

The most important thing is that martial arts practitioners like the Cheng family always have a competitive spirit, especially if they are from the same sect. In the past, they would argue over each other when they met.

Although Mr. Cheng is old and has a peaceful mind now, it does not mean that he was like this when he was young. When he met with the successors of other schools of Baguazhang, Mr. Cheng would always take the initiative to challenge them, and would pester them if they were not happy. In short, you have to do a few moves to see which one is stronger, your Baguazhang, or my Cheng family’s Dragon-Shaped Palm.

So now the old man not only did not refute the idea proposed by his son, but also felt eager to try it in his heart.

Of course, now is not the time. The old man motioned to his sons to be calm. When the opportunity comes, he will naturally make a request.

And privately, he also talked with several children, saying that he must hold back when he attacks. Although the old man thinks that Master Nie Wei is famous, but the other party is a big star, and he has no time to practice martial arts. His basic skills are probably not solid. He is just a person. Flower stand.

Nie Wei didn't know that he had been targeted by the Cheng family brothers. At this moment, he was invited into the house by the Cheng family along with the others. Around a large round table, Wang Jiawei began to take out his small notebook and asked Mr. Cheng Questions about martial arts.

"Actually, there are many schools of Baguazhang, and our program is just one of them." At this point, Mr. Cheng did not forget to point to Nie Wei beside him, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is also their Zhang family's Xingyi Bagua. There are also things like Mr. Yin Fu’s ox tongue palm, which is also a type of gossip, and there are many more, so I won’t list them all.”

"And not only do we have many schools of Bagua, but even the shapes of our palms are different. For example, in our dragon-shaped palms, the thumb is about to be extended, forming a dragon head shape with the other four fingers. This is not just for good looks. You look at the pockets formed between the fingers and the palm. In actual combat, this is the key to the power of our dragon-shaped palm."

Mr. Cheng spoke very carefully, and even showed Wang Jiawei the shape of a dragon-shaped palm with his own hands. He even practiced the technique of exerting force. He did not shy away from Nie Wei, but it made Nie Wei a little impressed.

Because according to his understanding, the old man's generation of martial arts people really cherished their own martial arts. Otherwise, it would not have spread to the point where it is now withered. Later, there will be guys like Tai Chi Lei Lei who ruined the reputation of martial arts.

This chat lasted for more than an hour, and Nie Wei listened very seriously. Mr. Cheng back then was a martial arts senior of the same generation as his master, and he was also one of the Taishan Beidou in Bagua. His training His 'Youshen Baguazhang' is one of the most essential martial arts among the Bagua platoon, and it is no less than the Xingyi Bagua he has learned.

Although Wang Jiawei seems to be the most serious in listening and taking notes, in fact, among everyone here today, only Nie Wei has gained the most.

Although Nie Wei also wondered why the old man would tell so many real skills in front of an expert like himself, but with the idea of ​​​​not listening in vain, Nie Wei concentrated from beginning to end and was completely indifferent. He slipped away and memorized everything Mr. Cheng said word for word.

Unknowingly, the sky had turned dark, and the exchange between Wang Jiawei and Mr. Cheng had come to an end. While Wang Jiawei was sorting out his notes, Mr. Cheng suddenly asked Nie Wei: "Young man, after listening for so long, have you learned anything?" What?"

"The spirit of Cheng Si Ba Gua Zhang, I have only scratched the surface of what the old man taught me." Nie Wei replied modestly. With his current state of mind, he could basically understand what the old man said.

Especially, the knowledge of Grandpa Cheng is the same as the Baguazhang that Nie Wei himself has inherited. Although the schools are different, there are still many similarities. Nie Wei only needs to think about it and compare it with his own kung fu to understand the true essence of the old man's words.

"Since you understand some of it, do you want to verify it?" The old man asked with a smile.

Nie Wei was a little puzzled by this, but looking at the look in Grandpa Cheng's eyes, Nie Wei suddenly understood, and immediately stood up and clasped his fists and replied: "It is better to obey than to be respectful, but the fist is afraid of the young, so don't take me seriously."

Nie Wei's sudden action and words attracted the attention of everyone at the scene. Even Wang Jiawei, who was organizing his notes, raised his head curiously and looked at Nie Wei with a confused face. Obviously, he didn't understand what Nie Wei was doing.

"Hahaha, I'm old, what's the point of fighting with you youngsters? It just so happens that my youngest son has learned some of my true teachings, so let him fight with you, young man." Old Master Cheng waved his hand, indicating that it was not him who was going to fight. Before he finished speaking, Cheng Laoyao, who had been waiting for a long time in the crowd, had already stood up and saluted Nie Wei with his fists.

"Mr. Nie, it's me who wants to fight with you. Don't worry, we're just exchanging ideas, and we'll stop when we get to the point." Cheng Laoyao's eyes were full of fighting spirit. It was his first time to fight with a star. The key point was that he had also seen the movie "The Man from Nowhere" shot by Nie Wei, so he was very curious whether Nie Wei's skills were as good as in the movie.

At this time, everyone at the scene also came back to their senses and was immediately excited. This was the rhythm of a martial arts competition.

The only person who was worried was Nie Wei's agent Luo Kai, who wanted to refuse on Nie Wei's behalf, but was stopped by Nie Wei's eyes. Martial arts competition was the most important part of his trip with Wang Jiawei. Since the youngest son of Mr. Cheng took the initiative to ask for it, Nie Wei would certainly not miss this opportunity.

Soon, a group of people came to the yard of the old man's house. It might be prepared for martial arts on weekdays. This yard is very spacious and the ground has been compacted with cement. In addition to a stove in the corner, there are some fitness equipment on the side.

"Let's stay in this yard. Everyone, spread out to avoid accidental injuries." Mr. Cheng's eldest son and the president of the local martial arts association directed everyone to disperse and make room for Nie Wei and Cheng's youngest son.

The photographer who followed Wang Jiawei also set up the camera at this moment, ready to record this competition. No matter whether Nie Wei wins or loses, it will be a very good material when it is put into the highlights or documentaries when the movie is broadcast in the future.

"I learned this set of swimming Bagua Palm from my ancestor Cheng Yanhua, and he is best at the dragon palm. Mr. Nie, you have to be careful." Cheng Laoyao took a stance and said to Nie Wei, which was quite like a martial arts competition.

However, Nie Wei on the opposite side did not say so much nonsense. He just took a Bagua Palm starting posture and replied: "Please teach me."

Seeing that the two people in the field were all ready, Cheng Lao Da stood aside, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Start!"

Just as Cheng Lao Da's voice fell, he saw a human figure rushing out, and then heard a familiar scream. When he came to his senses, Cheng Lao Da saw that his youngest brother was lying on the ground rubbing his chest.

Wow————! ! !

An incredible sound rang out like thunder. It turned out to be the exclamation of the crowd watching the show.

There was also the photographer who was about to record the competition. After he recovered from his surprise, he checked the camera immediately, but found that at normal speed, the camera lens captured a black shadow. It was not that the camera was broken, but that Nie Wei's body movement was too fast.

However, the most shocked person was still Mr. Cheng.

Although he was old and weak, his vision was still there. The strength that Nie Wei showed just now was not the kind of fancy he imagined. This was simply a living master of national martial arts.

"Was that the tiger style just now?" Mr. Cheng asked.

"That's right." Nie Wei had already breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. The pounce just now was completely done by Nie Wei in one breath. Only if the internal boxing was practiced to a certain level could this pounce reach a distance of four or five meters.

"Mr. Nie, how old are you this year?" After hearing Nie Wei's answer, Mr. Cheng was silent for a moment, and then asked again. He had unconsciously changed from calling Nie Wei a young man to Mr. Nie.

"Twenty-three." Nie Wei replied.

"Young and promising, young and promising." After hearing this answer, Mr. Cheng was shocked for a long time. After turning around, he sighed again and again, "A 23-year-old master, if placed in the Republic of China, Mr. Nie would probably be a well-known figure in the martial arts world, and maybe he could compete with Sun Shaobao."

Mr. Cheng's evaluation was quite high. You know, Sun Shaobao was a figure who was called the God of War in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and was even regarded as the world's number one master by modern people at that time. Although Nie Wei felt that he was indeed very talented in martial arts, he also felt that he could not compare with such a big man, so he hurriedly said a few words of modesty.

Who knew that Nie Wei's modesty would make Mr. Cheng unhappy.

"I'm not flattering you, but being realistic. Mr. Nie, you've already reached the Grandmaster level at the age of 23. When Sun Shaobao was your age, he might not have achieved as much as you. Don't be so modest. People in the martial arts world don't care about that. Strength is strength."

At this time, Sun Laoyao, who was knocked down by Nie Wei, had also stood up and recovered. The blow Nie Wei had just given him seemed extremely swift, but Nie Wei had actually used up 90% of his strength and did not hurt Sun Laoyao at all. Otherwise, with Nie Wei's full-strength palm, Sun Laoyao would have lost at least half his life no matter how strong his body was.

"Thank you, Mr. Nie, for showing mercy." Sun Laoyao blushed and thanked Nie Wei.

He blushed because before the competition, he had always thought that he was the one who had to show mercy, and he had also hinted to Nie Wei many times with complacency, but he did not expect that Nie Wei was a master-level expert, and he was so embarrassed.

However, although it was embarrassing, Nie Wei's martial arts made Cheng Laoyao admire him very much, and even respected him. Since he was a child, he had heard his father talk about how powerful the great masters of the Republic of China were, such as Yang Luchan's bird not flying, Guo Yunshen's half-step collapse fist that beat the world, and Li Shuwen's magic gun, etc.

Today, Cheng Laoyao finally saw the real master, and he was so excited.

And Cheng Laoyao looked at Nie Wei, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was right. That night, Cheng Laoyao went into his father's room and talked for a long time.

The next morning, when Nie Wei woke up from the guesthouse and was about to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, he found that a familiar but unsuitable person appeared in his team, Cheng Laoyao, who was defeated by him yesterday.

"Mr. Nie, you are awake, come and have breakfast, do you want buns or fried dough sticks? I'll get them for you." Cheng Laoyao greeted Nie Wei warmly as soon as he saw him.

"Buns?" Nie Wei was still a little confused for a while, and answered along with Cheng Laoyao's words. When he came to his senses again, Cheng Laoyao had already excitedly gone to get buns for Nie Wei.

"What's going on?" Nie Wei pointed at Cheng Laoyao's back and asked Luo Kai beside him.

"I don't know either. He came to the hotel entrance early in the morning and said he wanted to see you. I couldn't stop him, so I brought him to the cafeteria." Luo Kai replied.

Nie Wei didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, when Cheng Laoyao came back, he would know everything in person.

Thanks to Haohan De Sheep for his generous reward.