Mother Shen asked in surprise: "Shitou, what are you yelling at? Just watch TV. Don't be so startled. My heart can't stand it. Do you want to scare me to death?"

Shen Xiaoling asked in confusion: "Brother, what did you shout just now? What punch?"

At this time, Shen Lei was already so excited that his face was red, and he stammered in reply: "Mom, Xiaoling, come on, advance collapse fist! I, my master, he just used advance collapse fist, that's me, I The boxing technique that I practice every day is the same boxing technique that Master used just now. Do you think it is awesome?"

Shen Xiaoling, who often hangs out on the set and has heard too many pornographic accents, reflexively blurts out: "Don't watch it!"

Mother Shen looked at her daughter in surprise. After she realized what she was doing, she rolled her eyes at her daughter.

Shen Lei looked at his sister in confusion and asked: "Why don't you look at it? Xiaoling, what do you mean?"

Mother Shen and Shen Xiaoling's faces immediately turned red.

How do they explain this?

Shen Xiaoling quickly brought the topic back, "Really? Brother, did your master just use the same boxing technique that you have been practicing every day recently?"

Mother Shen also hurriedly helped, "Yes, Shitou, did you read that right just now?"

Shen Lei's attention was instantly drawn back, and he nodded repeatedly, saying: "Yes, that's right! I can't be wrong about this, it's this boxing technique, Progressive Collapse Fist! My master said that if you practice this boxing technique well, I will be invincible in the world. I practice this boxing technique every day. I can’t be wrong! You believe me!”

Mother Shen and Shen Xiaoling looked at his serious expression and then looked at each other.

Shen's mother smiled and said: "So that's it. Then you have to practice hard in the future. You just saw how powerful your master is with this boxing technique."

Shen Xiaoling echoed: "Yes! Brother, since your master told you so, then you should practice hard, this move is indeed very powerful!"

Shen Lei nodded repeatedly, giggled, scratched his scalp, and promised again and again, "Well, well, I will definitely practice hard. I have been practicing hard."

…

The same night.

After work, Yan Zhenxin, a major disciple of the Heyi Sect, took a shower, put on a white bathrobe, went to bed with a laptop, sat on the bedside, searched for "Wu Zhuangyuan" on the computer, and found that it had been uploaded to I started watching the first program on the official website of Binhai Media.

He already likes to watch "Wu Zhuangyuan", and this year because his master Li Zhongwu is competing, he wants to watch it even more.

As the top disciple of the Heyi Sect, he had previously accompanied Li Zhongwu to challenge several masters in Tianfu City one by one, such as Cao Kun from the Canglang Sect, Huo Xinyi from the Huo Family Martial Arts School, and others.

Therefore, he knows how strong his master is better than the stupid Shen Lei.

When he learned that Master was going to participate in this year's "Martial Arts Champion", a thought flashed through Yan Zhenxin's mind - Master is going to be famous, and our combined school is going to be famous!

He was convinced of this.

Because Cao Kun and others' rankings in "Wu Zhuangyuan" were not low before.

And Cao Kun and others are no match for his master, so will his master's ranking in "Wu Zhuangyuan" this time be low?

He even vaguely felt that Master might win the championship this time.

Because he had confidence in his master to win the championship, he had spent all his saved salary on a betting website to buy his master Li Zhongwu to win the championship.

Anyway, he comes from a good family, so even if he loses his savings in gambling, he can still live a good life, but if he wins, he can make a fortune.

Although his family is not short of money, who doesn't like to make money by himself?

Finally, Yan Zhenxin saw his master Li Zhongwu come on stage, and bullet screens flashed on the computer screen.

Yan Zhenxin took a few curious glances and noticed that some of the content of the barrage was:

"The Guacheng Wuji Sword is still very powerful, and the Golden Hammer Fist is also very good. Jing Wuwei will definitely win this match!"

"Li Zhongwu from Tianfucheng is not good at this. His posture just now was not handsome at all!"

"Come on, Jing Wuwei! The people of Guacheng are watching you!"

"Li Zhongwu? Grappling hand? Is that okay?"

"Fang Qing is so beautiful!"

"It's so fierce ahead! Everyone, be careful!"

"After watching this game, I realized what it means to bite a dog but not bark!"

"Another ruthless person appears in Tianfu City!"

"I think it was Jing Wuwei's savage words that angered Li Zhongwu."

…

What do you mean? Did Master pull out a trick this time?

Yan Zhenxin, who was holding his laptop and watching the barrage, couldn't help but look a little confused when he saw this.

Soon, he understood why some of the comments just now said that.

"Bang..."

He blinked and heard such a sound. After blinking, he was shocked to see Jing Wuwei, who was standing in front of his master just now, flying backwards.

what's the situation?

How did the master fight?

Confused, Yan Zhenxin quickly pulled back the progress bar of the video and replayed the previous fight. The result? Where did he see any fight? He saw the master suddenly leaping in front of Jing Wuwei, and punched the waiting Jing Wuwei away.

It was completely a one-sided beating, and there was no fighting process at all.

Yan Zhenxin was stunned, and said to himself with a complicated expression: "Progress Bengquan? It turns out that Master didn't lie to that stupid big guy. Is this Progress Bengquan really so powerful?"

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