It’s really not much different from the old men playing chess by the roadside.
And now, instead of cheerfully playing chess by the roadside, such old men come to a ’formal martial arts sect to seek guidance on boxing techniques?’
They found this too funny.
After all, even if Zhang Feng has boxing skills.
But looking at him in his seventies, he’s long since lost the power.
Zhang Feng looks old.
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"Old Master, you should go back..." The young man heard Zhang Feng wasn’t here to find his grandson, but rather to ’challenge the sect,’ and scratched his head while persuading him.
"Hahaha..." At this moment, someone couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"Our master is ranked third in the world..." Someone else explained in disbelief: "Old man, are you sure you are seeking guidance from the right person?"
He said, pointing towards the east direction, "A few streets away, there’s another martial arts school, and the owner there is also named Li.
He is about your age, is he the one you are looking for?"
He thought Zhang Feng might have some skills and wanted to make a name for himself, so he came to challenge the sect.
But perhaps in searching for an opponent, he lacks experience, and found the wrong person.
"Zhang Feng?" Many disciples were also discussing among themselves, "This name or similar sounding names, I haven’t heard of them, he must be trying to get fame but found the wrong person."
"Yes, I think it should be ."
"Oh, this is just how nice the atmosphere of our sect is, hearing about someone challenging the sect, we still advise the challenger to leave..."
On the third floor, there was a corridor.
One of the doors opened, and a burly man in his forties walked out from the room.
Everyone saw the burly man and quickly bowed in respect.
"Who wants a match?" Sect Leader Li came to the railing of the corridor, glanced around the courtyard, and immediately ignored the old man at the door.
"Master..." At this time a disciple called out, pointing to Zhang Feng, "It’s this old master..."
"What?" Sect Leader Li took a look at Zhang Feng and didn’t feel like competing, "Old Master, even though sparring is about practice, it’s not child’s play.
Sect Leader Li was speechless, he didn’t have any intention to compete.
"Yes, Grandpa, go back." Seeing the master had spoken, a leading disciple also persuaded, "You... at your age, if something happens during a match, we... it will be difficult for us to handle."
"Right!" The disciple next to him spoke, "You came by yourself, but if something happens to you, and your family causes a scene here, how can we continue practicing?
Even if we are in the right, we still won’t be able to explain..."
"That’s the main issue." Another young disciple chimed in, "We can’t just say it’s because you wanted a match, and that’s why we obliged?
Do you think your children will believe it? They will definitely say, ’My dad wanted to fight, shouldn’t you have advised against it?’"
With a few people speaking.
All the disciples used emotional appeal and reasoned arguments, but no one dared to make a move against this old man.
If it were a young man, they would have already engaged.
"Old Master, you should go back." Sect Leader Li saw Zhang Feng was not moving, so he took a bunch of car keys from his waist and threw them to a disciple downstairs,
"Ask the old master where he lives and take him home."
Once said, Sect Leader Li was ready to return to his room to continue practicing.
Zhang Feng saw he was about to leave and not accepting the challenge, so he clasped his fists around and said:
"I came today not to make trouble, but truly wish to exchange martial arts opinions with your sect leader.
But now it seems, if I don’t show some skills, all of you would think I am just a troublemaking old man.
Although we are in the same sect, but, Zhang Feng means no offense."
Upon finishing his words.
"What?" Sect Leader Li heard these words and turned back curiously to look down.
Zhang Feng lightly tapped the ground with his foot, leaped upwards like a bird, reaching seven meters high, and gently landed on the corridor on the third floor, standing in front of the stunned Sect Leader Li,
"Sect Leader Li, now that I have shown my skills, do you want to engage?"
"Engage... spar?" Sect Leader Li’s right eyelid twitched a few times, then his desire to engage completely disappeared, and he quickly clasped his fists and said, "Junior pays respect to the senior! What the senior said about sparring was just a joke..."