"Follower, Mr. Zhenfan is Bruce Lee. Wang Xiu is teasing you." Zhang Tong laughed out loud.

"Ah, didn't Bruce Lee die in seven years? Wang Xiu, how could you learn boxing with him? And Sister Chen said that the national level of Jeet Kune Do seems to be..." Wang Chao wanted to speak but stopped. Seeing that Wang Xiu was practicing Jeet Kune Do, he might be a Bruce Lee fan, so he said half of the story.

Wang Xiu smiled indifferently and said, "There is nothing to hide from this. We don't need to deify Bruce Lee. In the 1970s and 1980s, Westerners discriminated against Chinese people, but Bruce Lee's appearance shocked them. Bruce Lee's real deification part was his spirit, not his national martial arts realm. He changed the view of Westerners with his own strength. This is what we respect."

"What you want to say is that his Jeet Kune Do level is not very high, right?"

Wang Chao nodded: "Yes, please forgive me for saying this a bit offensive to Bruce Lee. According to Sister Chen, people in the national martial arts world in Hong Kong know that Bruce Lee was still at the peak of the dark energy before his death, so Jeet Kune Do can only practice to the dark energy stage. Of course, Bruce Lee at the same level is said to be invincible. Sister Chen also said that Mr. Bruce Lee has defeated more than once the master of Huajin... But the essence of Chinese martial arts is that the higher the realm, the stronger the combat power, and can maintain health. Unfortunately, he died suddenly. According to the speculation of the Chinese martial arts world in Hong Kong, his sudden death is most likely caused by failure when breaking through Huajin and his strength is still in the brain."

After recalling Tang Zichen's words at that time, Wang Chao sighed: "Sister Chen also said that if Bruce Lee could have broken through the power of transformation alive, the horror would have broken through to an unpredictable state. I didn't know what this unpredictable state was before. Now, I think about it, with the expression that Sister Chen admired, at least it should be the elixir."

Wang Xiu immediately laughed: "It's not just about hugging Dan? Mr. Zhenfan has already practiced to the point where he is not destructive. As long as he doesn't want to die and maintain it well, it will not be a problem to live for another hundred years."

"Really?" Wang Chao said in surprise: "It would be great if I could ask him for advice."

"Really, I won't lie to you. I have been learning boxing with him for a year, and I was tested by that guy and was electrocuted. You don't know how miserable I am..."

Wang Chao was half-believing and half-doubted. Wang Xiu didn't seem to be a joke at all when he said this, but Bruce Lee was indeed recognized as dead. Why did he say... Could it be that he was pretending to die? It's impossible. This is not a martial arts novel plot, why did Bruce Lee pretend to die?

"Wang Xiu, is Bruce Lee pretending to die?"

"No, in this world, he should be really dead."

"Then why do you say you have learned boxing from him..."

"Are you two enough?"

Seeing that Wang Xiu was getting more and more outrageous, Zhang Tong interrupted with anger, "You two are enough! Bruce Lee has been dead for so many years. It is a disrespect to him for jokes, so don't say it anymore. And Wang Xiu, you have learned Mr. Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, and just said not to deify him. Now you are talking like this. You are disrespectful to your ancestors at least! This is the bottom line, whether it is deified or demonized, it is like this."

When Wang Xiu heard this, he shrugged and stopped talking. He believed it or not. Anyway, what I said was true.

After Zhang Tong left, Wang Chao couldn't help but curious, and asked as if he was itchy, "Wang Xiu, Zhang Tong has gone. Tell me quickly. Is it true that you and Mr. Zhenfan have learned Jeet Kune Do for a year? Are you not kidding me?"

"Do you think I am the kind of person who just jokes like this?" Wang Xiu asked back.

"But, but, isn't he, he has died in 73 years?"

"I didn't say it was Bruce Lee in this world..." Wang Xiu said the answer lightly.

"What? What does it mean?" Wang Chao was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the hospital bed.

"It means literally."

"Is there another world of Bruce Lee..."

"Yes, Bruce Lee in parallel time and space, and Mr. Zhenfan from another world did not die, and lived through the day of 73 years."

"Parallel space-time theory, you are a high school student, and you should know this theory."

"Isn't that never proven? Isn't it just a theory?"

"Do you know the national martial arts before you met Tang Zichen? Do you know the national martial arts before you met me? Do you know that there is really a fireball magic in this world? Isn't this fireball and spell also a legend?"

"Young man, the reality of this world is far beyond your imagination. You may wonder why I found you. Then I will tell the truth that your existence is like another living Bruce Lee to you."

"And I, a time traveler, came to this world, in addition to really drawing comics and learning Chinese arts, there is another purpose, that is, to... open the door to a new world for you!"

Wang Xiu stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Chao hard in front of him. A small fireball spiraled and disappeared in the palm of his hand, illuminating Wang Chao's eyes and opening Wang Chao's new world...

I have already abducted Zuo in order to try to abduct Wang Chao again, so why not!

...

Since Wang Xiu and Wang Chao leaked the secret of the world, half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and Wang Chao's injuries have all recovered. During this period, Wang Chao has not wasted time when he was recuperating. Every day, Zhang Tong brought food and medicinal food. Wang Xiu accompanied him and painted cartoons. The three of them used chopsticks as swords, stabbed and exercised each other, which made Wang Chao's wrists and fingers more flexible.

Zhang Tong benefited Fei Qian, and Wang Xiu also learned the Thirteen Sword Techniques, and even used them in painting skills. The newly drawn comics have a hint of sharp sword spirit and a bit more of aura. Wang Xiu felt a little bit. Sure enough, if you want to draw a good Chinese comic, how could you do it without Chinese magic?

On this day, when Wang Chao used his fingers to make a sword again, he rose, collapsed, and bending, and bending, his strength actually drove the crisp sound in the air like a sword energy. It was obvious that he refined the skill of Mingjin to his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, another man also used his fingers to make a sword. The two of them were touching each other. One was making a sword, the other was making a pen, and the other was like a rainbow, like a dragon, and the other was like a brush, drawing the sky and the earth.

The real dragon soars in the world, raging and roaring, and the hidden dragon sneaks into the abyss, accumulating millions of power, soars into the sky, breaking through the painting cage of heaven and earth.

Crack! Crack! Two crisp sounds, two sword fingers touched each other, and the outcome was decided.

Wang Xiu groaned, retracted after suffering, and was pointed at by Wang Chao's sword.
Chapter completed!