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Just like Taiji Fist, this unknown fist art that Wei Fan used was characterized by being slow, and was even slower than Taiji Fist. But in the eyes of Wan Yongqing and Huo Guoze, this set of fist techniques was not only infused with charm, it also contained a heavy killing intent.

It was just like how someone said that Taiji Fist could only help the elderly train their bodies and had no actual combat value. However, true experts could still use Taiji Fist to put their opponents to death.

After watching a few moves, Wan Yongqing no longer felt that Wei Fan's words were made up of ignorance and arrogance. Remembering Wei Fan's mysterious efforts, he felt even more regretful that he had misjudged him. Since this young man had that kind of mysterious true energy, then of course he would be a master of national techniques. "I just don't know who this young man learned this boxing style from.

Wei Fan did not know what Wan Yongqing and the others were thinking, and still displayed each and every move. Speaking of this fist technique, Wei Fan had only used it according to his will, and it followed his will. To others, nature seemed to be as natural as the clouds and the flowing water, because it also implied the changes of all living things in the universe. All of this was obtained after Wei Fan sought the dao and asked the question for so many years.

Not only was it a type of enjoyment for the onlookers, he also immersed himself in this kind of state of mind, becoming ecstatic as Wei Fan danced to his heart's content. The moves he used were even more strange and casual, but his speed still didn't show any signs of increasing.

Huo Guoze had a deeper understanding of the various fist techniques than Wan Yongqing, so he had always been secretly memorizing Wei Fan's moves when he stood beside him. To a strong warrior like him, it was very simple, but as Wei Fan's techniques became more tricky, he was already dazzled, he felt that his mind was in turmoil, and did not dare to memorize anymore. When he looked at Wei Fan from a more appreciative point of view, he no longer felt the world spinning around his.

The moment he adapted, Wei Fan's tempo unavoidably sped up. Forget about fighting him, even with Wan Yongqing and the others watching from the side, it would exhaust a lot of their mental energy.

Under the influence of Wei Fan, the red leaves of a few camphor trees in the courtyard fell off one after another. The leaves were in the air, attracted to Wei Fan's spinning figure again and circled around him. The gravity seemed to have no effect on the leaves.

Shock, absolute shock. Although there were some Guojiao Masters in the country that normal people would not be able to see, Wan Yongqing and Huo Guoze were very familiar with each other. However, no one could cause such a commotion. Even the records of the various sects and schools had never appeared.

Is this still martial arts? Could it be that martial arts could also reach such a realm? Huo Guoze was definitely a martial arts fanatic, seeing this scene, his heart could not help but tremble.

The two of them inwardly cheered for Wei Fan, but Wei Fan's movements had slowed down, and no longer as dazzling as before. But Huo Guoze was secretly complaining, because when he looked, he was already trapped, even though he was clearly awake, he could not move at all. The super human's six senses also disappeared, and he couldn't feel any changes around his body.

Fortunately, Wan Yongqing didn't have the intention to harm the old leader, otherwise, it would be difficult for Wan Yongqing to escape.

Wan Yongqing was weaker than Huo Guoze by a level, he had lost himself even more, and could only stand there in a daze.

After finishing his punching routine, Wei Fan let out a long and comfortable roar, shocking all the birds within a ten kilometre radius. They all turned towards him, then ran away quickly.

Wei Fan stopped moving, and Wan Yongqing and the others finally regained control of their bodies. Wan Yongqing's temper was bad, but in front of the absolute truth, he changed his mind.

Walking in front of Wei Fan, he sighed: "Little Wei, I never thought that a set of fist techniques could produce such a large force. May I ask where Teacher Little Wei is from?

Huo Guoze also walked in front of Wei Fan and said: "The person who created this set of fist technique must definitely be a powerful senior, and with the decline of the Guojiao, I need this kind of senior to revive the Guojiao."

What senior, he's just praising me! Wei Fan did not want to be modest with these two either, so he said seriously: "The senior that you two are talking about is far away in the sky, and is right in front of us."

From the day they first met Wei Fan to today, the youth had already brought about more than enough shock.

Huo Guoze dared to say that as long as he displayed the fist technique, the Guojiao Circle would definitely shake thrice. Relying on his fist technique to create a person's identity, he was qualified to lead the entire Guojiao Circle. Although he was not the Martial Arts novel's Martial Alliance Master, he was still a great force. Now, there were even conditions to study Guojiao. All of them had a huge background, the proverbs said that it was very reasonable for one to be poor in literature and be rich in martial arts.

Just the fist technique Wei Fan used just now was already enough to earn him an extremely high position within the circle. Now that he said that he was the founder of that fist technique and had only met this young man twice, he knew that this guy wasn't someone who would casually boast.

If it was really the creation of this young man, could it be that it was just like the performance of a movie, where he was the key figure leading the Guojiao back to prosperity?

Wei Fan decided to let the two of them take it slowly.

Wan Yongqing took the lead and led the group back into the house. After getting everyone to pour three cups of tea, Huo Guoze took the initiative to stand up and greet Wei Fan with respect: "May I ask if Mr. Wei's fist technique was truly personally created by you?"

Luckily he didn't call her senior, otherwise Wei Fan really would feel that he was very old.

Knowing that this fact was hard for others to accept, Wei Fan patiently explained: "Yes! When I saw the old man practicing his punches just now, I suddenly had a feeling of epiphany. "

"Did you just casually create this?" The cup in Wan Yongqing's hand dropped from shock.

Since he was calling himself senior, Wei Fan decided to put on an act. He got up and slowly paced around: "The prosperity of the Guojiao is not something that modern people like us can understand. You were just shocked by what I did, but did you ever think about it? In ancient times, when Chinese kung fu was flourishing, what kind of grand occasion did the martial arts of that time have? Is it really as the novel has said, that experts can tread on the snow without a trace, and fly over walls? "

Modern times also have some so-called "flying wall", but it is not as described in the wuxia novels. However, seeing Wei Fan's performance just now, Wan Yongqing and Huo Guoze suddenly felt that it wasn't impossible.

Wei Fan continued.

"We just lost all the treasures we had and we kept losing them. Since we can't find it back, then we must dare to create, dare to be like the ancients, create a new move, a new school. "This, how hard can it be!"

These words made Huo Guoze, the fanatical expert in martial arts, yearn for it greatly. He almost shouted out loud, and swore to follow the senior until his death. Even the experienced Wan Yongqing's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Seeing the change in the two's eyes, Wei Fan did not continue trying to fool them and said amiably: "Let's just follow the way we used to be called, I'm just an ordinary person."

Huo Guoze was speechless, and said excitedly: "How can you be an ordinary person! You also said just now that the Guojiao is getting weaker and weaker, and that even many outstanding traditions are disappearing. Could it be that you plan to just stand by and watch without doing anything, and be at peace with yourself as an ordinary person? "

Seeing the current performance of his old subordinate, Wan Yongqing was determined to not fall out with Wei Fan. As for reviving the Guojiao, he also hoped to see that, but he did not persuade others to do so either.

Unexpectedly, he still couldn't get out of it, so Wei Fan felt a little helpless and could only say: "Of course, if there's anything I can do, I'll do my best."

Receiving his declaration, Huo Guoze was more or less satisfied, and continued to say very respectfully: "I believe that with you, the Guojiao will truly flourish."

Seeing that this fellow really treated him as the savior, Wei Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Wan Yongqing had not been able to get a word in, and only now did he find the opportunity. He smiled and said: Then, I will also call you Little Wei! The shock that you have brought to this old man today is not small at all! "

Wei Fan once again turned into an ordinary university student, smiled and said: "I was the one who made a fool of myself. This boxing style also has the effect of regulating the body and breathing in and out. If you like it, old gramps, I can teach it to you as well. "

Just now, he had witnessed the effects of Wei Fan's technique. Although it was in his hands, it was not as imposing as's, but it was still much better than Taiji Fist! Of course Wan Yongqing would not reject him, he wanted to learn too, but since Wei Fan didn't mention him, he didn't dare ask for it.

Just now, he had only neglected him. Seeing Huo Guoze's moving lips, as if he was a child looking at a new toy, Wei Fan quickly added: "Hehe, if Mr. Huo likes it, I am also willing to teach him. "In the future, all we need to do is to be a scholar, and you can impart it to us."

If one were to say that Wei Fan's reasoning was only that, then his actions now were truly carrying out his own words.

Long ago, someone pointed out that every family hid their martial arts from others, which would have all sorts of disadvantages. However, even though everyone knew that this was not good, they did not want to take out their own inheritances. It was only in the modern age, when he had become a bit more relaxed, that he would still have to undergo numerous tests and become a new disciple before he could impart the true absolute art to others.

This was the hope of the Guojiao, and Wan Yongqing began to treat Wei Fan, the young man, with utmost respect.

The main purpose of coming here today was to treat Wan Yongqing's legs. Hearing that Wei Fan took the initiative to lift him up, Wan Yongqing also laughed and patted his head.

Seeing that Wei Fan wanted to help the old leader treat his legs, although Huo Guoze was concerned about the matter of him learning martial arts, he still left the room temporarily.

Pulling the loose training clothes up to his thighs, Wei Fan caressed Wan Yongqing's cold legs and said: "Old Gramps, today won't be as easy as last time. You have to hold it in."

Now, Wan Yongqing was filled with confidence in him. Wan Yongqing was not afraid of anything and nodded: "Little Wei, come! I've also suffered. "

This was different from being in pain. The Innate Qi in Wei Fan's hands seeped through his skin and into Wan Yongqing's legs.

The initial feeling was still as comfortable as before, but very quickly, Wan Yongqing felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be tens of thousands of ants in the lower half of his body. When he wanted to use his hands to scratch it, he had already seen Wei Fan's restrained gaze, so Wan Yongqing could only endure and endure it.

The itching just now was still tolerable, but with the treatment progressing, Wan Yongqing was no longer able to control himself.

Wei Fan had also cast the Pure Heart Curse. Although it was not meant to stop the itch, it was still enough to keep a person's mind.

The itchy waves struck again and again at Wan Yongqing's already very weak willpower. But to be able to retreat in public, Wan Yongqing was not an ordinary person.

It was unknown how more than half an hour had passed, but the treatment was finally over.

Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. Wan Yongqing asked in fear: "Little Wei, will you be tortured like this next time?"

Wei Fan had given him good news, and hearing that he did not need to suffer so much next time, Wan Yongqing heaved a sigh of relief.

Presumably, it was about time, when he heard voices coming from the inside of the room. Huo Guoze walked in with two cups of tea.

This ginseng tea could help Wei Fan recover some of his Zhen Qi, but he remembered the ginseng grandma from Xiaolan. Wei Fan believed that after he drank this tea and returned home, the little girl would definitely find out. She would probably ignore him from now on. Therefore, Wei Fan had no choice but to reject.

Seeing that Wei Fan did not want to drink, Wan Yongqing could only let Huo Guoze do it on his behalf.

After the treatment, Wan Yongqing insisted on leaving Wei Fan at home to eat, so it was not good for Wei Fan to refuse. It was still early for lunch, so the three of them sat around the table, talking about martial arts.

However, at this moment, an old man with a goatee walked in with a medicinal case.

Seeing that the doctor had also come, Wan Yongqing's face revealed an unnatural expression. Of course, he would not be the bad guy. Huo Guoze walked up with great conviction and pulled the goatee aside.

After a while, the goatee came back, he did not dare to have any objections towards Wan Yongqing. But to Wei Fan, he was bragging and staring at him, causing Wei Fan to shout out that he was wronged.

After he left, Wan Yongqing said apologetically: "Little Wei, Doctor Qu arrived first that day and gave me a diagnosis. It was quite effective and he also promised to come back today. But when you came later, of course you were even more amazing than him. However, I forgot to inform him not to come today.

Wei Fan was not stingy to this extent.

The goatee left the courtyard, sat down in the car, and dialed a number.

As soon as the call connected, a voice came over: "Divine Doctor Yao, how is the treatment going?"

This Divine Doctor Yao said angrily, "Old Master Wan has found another doctor."

"Who?"

Divine Doctor Yao mentioned a young man he saw that night.

As he reminded her, the other end of the phone also remembered. Just say that Chen Qiang would not look for Elder Wan for no reason, so he also had this goal.

Wei Fan didn't know that he was already in the way of others. He was currently drinking Wan Yongqing's treasured straw mat and still had five grains of liquid! These wines were all bought by Wan Yongqing when he was young, and after a few decades of being sealed up, the fragrance was extremely rich.

This wine was used to entertain the distinguished guests. Since Wan Yongqing had taken it out, of course he wouldn't be afraid to drink it. But after seeing Wei Fan drink one cup after another, his expression still remained as usual. The scariest thing had finally happened. So this was just a small barrel of wine. No matter how much wine he drank, he wouldn't be able to get drunk. His wine was going to suffer.

The lunch made Wan Yongqing's heart ache, he made up his mind that he would never let this guy stay home for lunch ever again. Even if he did, he would only invite him to stay and drink with the Emperor.

Although his heart ached, Wan Yongqing still personally sent Wei Fan out of the courtyard. Furthermore, the treatment this time was even more outrageous than the last time. Huo Guoze personally brought out Wan Yongqing's big red flag and waited outside the door.

A flashy car, and even more eye-catching license plates. It was unknown how many people had taken notice of it along the way.

Standing in front of his own door, Wei Fan laughed and waved at Huo Guoze: "Old Huo, you can go back now! "I'm home. I'll teach you fist techniques when I go back in a few days."

Receiving Wei Fan's guarantee, Huo Guoze had nothing else to say. They only drove away after seeing Wei Fan entering the house.