Wu Cheng learned from Green Hair that it was a young man challenging him, and he was a little surprised. After seeing Sheng Bing's true face, he found that he was a 17 or 18-year-old boy. He was even more surprised. However, after scanning Sheng Bing's standing posture and slightly raised temples, Wu Cheng had a trace of contempt in his heart and immediately disappeared.

"Little brother, there are many people here, why not let's change the place to compete?" Wu Cheng's heart has already raised the status of Sheng Bing to the level of a strong enemy, and has also become jealous of talent. Wu Cheng knows the attitude of the group of people watching, so he proposed to change the place to preserve Sheng Bing.

"Well, this place is a little small, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to use it at that time!" Sheng Bing saw sincerity in Wucheng's eyes, and his reliance on Wucheng was a little higher. Sheng Bing merged with the waiter's memory and was still very good at observing his words and expressions. He didn't see a trace of haze in Wucheng's eyes, so he was not worried that Wucheng would send people to siege him in secret.

Seeing Sheng Bing agreeing readily, Wucheng was slightly surprised again, but soon covered it with a hearty laugh: "Okay, okay! It turns out that a hero is a boy! Regardless of the victory or defeat today, I, Wucheng, will definitely regard you as a brother!"

Wucheng is the maintenance of Shengbing!

After hearing Wu Cheng's words, the bystanders shook their heads secretly and swallowed their anger. Although Sheng Bing scolded them, they were still very wise to face the stronger Wu Cheng.

"Okay, no matter what the winner is today, we will become sworn brothers!" Although we only met Wucheng for less than three minutes and spoke for less than a few words, Sheng Bing admired Wucheng's openness and a faint sense of friendship in his heart.

"Let's go!" Seeing that Sheng Bing agreed, Wu Cheng quickly stopped talking nonsense and walked out first, and Sheng Bing immediately followed without hesitation.

"Oh, it seems that I was beaten for nothing today. The passing years are not good..." The red hair was already helped by the green hair, but when he saw his boss Wu Cheng and Sheng Bing who beat him, he couldn't help but say dejectedly.

"Brother, you are already good. That kid can actually make our boss pay attention to it. That means your martial arts must be quite good. If you insult him, he will not be able to get out of bed, you will be considered as burning the incense!" Red hair knows more than green hair, so the words are also very real.

"Yes!" After hearing Hongmao's words, Green Hair thought again. It was indeed the case. While being grateful, he couldn't help but feel a little chilled. If Sheng Bing had really taken the heavy move at that time, he would have to be in vain.

...

Sheng Bing followed Wucheng to a billiard hall in the middle of Jinluo Street. He came directly to the third floor under the respectful words and awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, but the rest stopped, except Sheng Bing and Wucheng in the huge hall.

The surroundings of the hall were simply decorated, and the ground was also covered with cement boards. However, in the middle of the hall, there was a square ring of seven or eight meters long, with swords, guns and sticks all around the ring. In the space outside the ring, except for the entrance, there were sandbags, dumbbells, barbells, treadmills and other equipment for body training were placed in the other three corners of the hall.

Sheng Bing glanced around slightly and immediately realized that this was the place where Wucheng practiced and competed normally.

"I didn't expect that Brother Wu's place was really good!" Sheng Bing sincerely praised it. After all, the equipment that Sheng Bing trained was just those discarded stones, such as dumbbells, barbells and treadmills, and I have only seen things like this, even if I touched it.

"Little brother..." Wu Cheng has only discovered a problem now, and he has not yet asked Sheng Bing's name.

"My name is Shengbing, just call me Xiaobing!" Shengbing also discovered this problem and quickly reported his name.

"Then I'm disrespectful..." Wu Cheng said, "Little Soldier, don't bury my brother's equipment. I still took almost all my family property to get this equipment!"

Wucheng believes that Sheng Bing is destroying himself. After all, for a martial arts practitioner, there are indeed very few equipment only.

"There is no intention of burying me!" Sheng Bing saw that Wucheng had misunderstood him and quickly explained, "It's much better than me. The equipment I usually exercise is just a pile of discarded stone..."

"What?!" Wu Cheng immediately shouted a little out of control when he heard Sheng Bing's words, "It's impossible. Look at your steady steps, your breathing evenly and your temples are bulging. If I'm not wrong, you have at least practiced to the peak of Mingjin. It's impossible to rely on some abandoned stone piles?" Wu Cheng felt more and more incredible as he spoke.

"What is Mingjin?" Sheng Bing looked at Wucheng with a blank expression.

"What is Mingjin!" Wu Cheng looked defeated, but seeing that Sheng Bing seemed to really not understand, he asked incredible, "Xiaobing, didn't your master tell you the three principles of martial arts, three-step kung fu and three methods of practice?"

"I don't have a master, I have all cultivated myself..." Sheng Bing would not tell the story of his integration into the waiter, so he had to say this. In fact, the fact is indeed the case.

"I'm a dog seller!" Wu Cheng felt extremely depressed. He started practicing martial arts at the age of seven, and now he has been more than sixteen years, and has only reached the peak of Mingjin. However, a self-taught freak appeared in front of him. Not to mention that he is much smaller than himself, his kung fu is not inferior to himself!

"Little Soldier, no matter what, you have to tell me your cultivation experience from beginning to end, otherwise I, Wucheng... will not be able to get up!" Wucheng was no longer as good as his elder brother at this moment, but instead looked like a rogue.

"Okay, okay, Brother Wucheng, call me brother, I can't cherish myself!" Sheng Bing felt angry when he saw Wucheng's rogue appearance, but he still told me all the ways he had trained over the years. However, Sheng Bing also changed the source of martial arts without authorization, saying that he met an old white-bearded man when he was eight years old and gave him a book. Then he patted himself a few times. After waking up, he felt warm all over. From then on, he had been practicing unremittingly.

"Hey, it turns out that I met a master who passed on the skills. I'm mentally balanced!" Wu Cheng subconsciously understood everything when he heard the white-bearded old man. Perhaps others didn't believe it. As a martial arts practitioner, he believed it because his grandfather had been passed on the skills of others before he entered the spirit of transformation. However, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Even if it was passed on the skills of others, Sheng Bing could only take ten years to match his sixteen years.

Sheng Bing saw that Wu Cheng believed it, and he was happy to do so. After all, it was incredible to integrate the memories of the ancient waiter. If outsiders knew about it, Sheng Bing would not know what consequences would be. If he was caught by a group of scientific madmen, he would not have opened his stomach to study...

"By the way, I haven't told me what the three-level principles are, three-step kung fu and three methods of practice..." Sheng Bing really knew nothing about the division of martial arts. After all, the waiter didn't remember it in his memory, and he didn't tell him the people he usually contacted.

Sheng Bing secretly cursed Da Lao Liu in his heart. You, the two generations of successors of Foshan Wuxiu, didn't tell me this basic common sense, which made me look ugly! In fact, it's really no wonder Da Lao Liu. Da Lao Liu is not a successor of Da Lao Liu at all. He just learned two moves with an old guy and was just practicing to the middle level of Mingjin. Otherwise, he wouldn't be easily defeated by Doug. As for the division of martial arts, Da Lao Liu would be even more impossible to know.

Although Wu Cheng felt a little uncomfortable, he had a person's luck and was too envious, so he let it go. He also answered questions about Sheng Bing's inquiry: "The three-level principle refers to refining essence into qi, practicing qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness; the three-step kung fu refers to bone, ease tendon and marrow cleaning; the three methods of practice refer to Mingjin, dark force and transforming force. In fact, they can be simply regarded as a situation, such as dark force, qi into spirit, and ease tendons! It is easy to explain... Bruce Lee was able to use the boxing wind to blow out the nose blood of his opponent, which is the peak of Mingjin; in "The Deer and the Cauldron", the technique of Guixin gently patted Wei Xiaobao's shoulders, which made his subordinates vomit blood and seriously injured him. This is dark force; Hong Qigong's eighteen dragon subduing palms can cut off the big tree at the mouth of the bowl three feet away, which is the manifestation of Huajin!"

"I understand!" Sheng Bing saw that what Wucheng said had not much connection with his cultivation, so he no longer wanted to listen. He wanted to compete with Wucheng at this moment, "Brother Wucheng, why don't we make a gesture for a few times?"

"I can't ask for it!" Wu Cheng was also full of expectations for the battle. When Sheng Bing asked, he quickly agreed.

So, the two of them did not talk nonsense and quickly stepped onto the ring. After symbolic folding fists, the two officially started the competition.

Sheng Bing and Wu Cheng were not very familiar with each other's martial arts. Although the two had already started the competition, they did not start first. Sheng Bing was marching in the field with the breeze blowing on the willow steps, while Wu Cheng was walking around in circles and posing a gossip formation.

"Baguazhang?" In Sheng Bing's understanding, only Baguazhang is the routine.

"Yes!" Wu Cheng answered, but took the opportunity to launch an attack, turning his left palm into an arc to attack Sheng Bing's right side, and his right palm pushed directly towards Sheng Bing's chest.

Sheng Bing did not expect that Wucheng would attack when he said it, but then he thought that this was a competition. Wucheng could seize the opportunity to make the best attack, which shows that Wucheng attaches great importance to it, so Sheng Bing let it go.

Sheng Bing thought for a moment, and coupled with Wucheng's unexpected attack, Sheng Bing could not escape at all. He had to protect his chest with both hands and resist the attack of Wucheng's right palm. At this moment, Wucheng's left palm hit the right side of Sheng Bing's body. Sheng Bing suffered a pain and quickly rolled to the left to dissolve the strength.

Sheng Bing was at a disadvantage in the first round of attacks, which made Sheng Bing put away all his thoughts and concentrate on the competition. However, Wucheng, which succeeded in one blow, did not continue to expand its record, but still wandered around in the same circle to find opportunities for the next attack.

After Sheng Bing calmed down, he found that Wucheng was moving very rigorously and showed no flaws. After several tentative attacks were blocked, Sheng Bing began to use the light breeze to blew the willow steps, which was compared with Wucheng.

However, Sheng Bing soon discovered that his physical energy consumption was much greater than that of Wucheng. Wucheng, which used Baguazhang, only needed to twist his body within half a meter in place, but Sheng Bing was rotating with a radius of five meters.

"Fight!" Sheng Bing found that if this continues, he would sooner or later give in because of exhaustion of energy, so he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Wucheng directly.

However, Wucheng was also very cunning, and he just dodged Sheng Bing's attack and took the opportunity to hit Sheng Bing's back with both hands.

Sheng Bing's back was attacked, but at this moment, Sheng Bing turned his head and smiled at Wucheng.

Seeing Sheng Bing's expression like this, Wu Cheng sighed in his heart, so he quickly took back his hands and moved his body outward.

"It's too late!" Sheng Bing suddenly turned around, grabbed Wucheng's left arm, pulled him hard, and rushed towards Wucheng's body.

Seeing that he could not break free from Sheng Bing's right arm, Wu Cheng quickly used his right hand to block Sheng Bing's shoulder. However, Sheng Bing's remaining left hand accumulated strength and slammed into Wu Cheng's chest.

Of course, Sheng Bing did not hit Wu Cheng hard, but dissipated his power the moment he touched it, and just gently touched Wu Cheng's clothes.

"Ah..." Wu Cheng suddenly fell to the ground at this moment, and rolled on the ground with his stomach in his arms.

"Brother Wucheng, what's wrong with you?" Sheng Bing clearly felt that he was not exerting force, but Wucheng was obviously not pretending. For a moment, Sheng Bing became at a loss.
Chapter completed!