C7 Elder zhang

As he supported Li Kexin to rest on the bed, Wang Yu sat on the chair and circulated the immortal energy within him.

A night passed. Li Kexin woke up from his drunken dream and teased Wang Yu for a bit when he saw that Wang Yu had never done anything to him. This caused Wang Yu, this man, to blush and almost lose control of himself.

The two of them conversed for a bit more before Li Kexin left Wang Yu's home. Wang Yu was so excited that he did not continue to send them food.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed. Wang Yu, as per his agreement with Old Master Zhang Chengwu, arrived at the Cloud Club. Other than the agreement with the Old Master, Wang Yu was also very interested in the martial arts competition.

Passing through the main hall of the Cloud Restaurant, Wang Yu followed the crowd and arrived at the backyard. This was a basketball court, with a space that could accommodate thousands of people, and in the middle, there was a boxing arena. The wide arena was surrounded, clearly showing that this was the arena for the competition.

When Wang Yu came to the arena, two people were already in a hurry for the competition. One of them was wearing the Mantis Fist, his moves were as fast as the wind, while the other one was practicing martial arts and wore no shadow feet. Both of his legs were like heavy hammers, and with each kick of his, the other party was able to dodge each time.

"Brother Lin, look at Uncle Lin, he has made Mantis Praying Fist so violent and powerful that he has already become a big family. It seems that the Lin Family will have to take care of him in the future!" Not far away from Wang Yu, a young man said to the person beside him with a smile.

"Ai, Brother Meng's words are a slap to the face. Look at Brother Meng's Master's feet. They're as unmoving as a mountain and as powerful as thunder. He clearly already has the upper hand. It will be even harder for my father to gain power …" The other person smiled modestly. A few people beside him immediately expressed their opinions on the match, praising Brother Lin and Brother Meng.

Although the two people on the stage were truly talented, but that was only for ordinary people. If they were to face the current Wang Yu, without even waiting for him to use Mantis Fist and Shadowless Kick, Wang Yu would be able to knock him down the moment he steps up. This was one strike down ten, killing the old master with random fists would be the same.

Wang Yu was watching the competition by himself, but he did not expect his shake head to fall into other people's eyes, so he walked over and asked with an ugly expression: "This brother of yours, I am Mantis Fist's Thirteenth Generation Heir, Lin Zi Hao.

Wang Yu looked at the unfriendly eyes of the crowd, and replied indifferently: "No sect, just one idle person."

"Hehe, I think he's the only one here. He probably sneaked in here to watch the show. Ordinary people like him don't know what's good for them. We have to teach him a lesson!"

"That's right, he dared to judge Uncle Lin's match just like that!"

Lin Zi Hao heard the discussions around him, his face becoming even more ugly, he said to Wang Yu: "Little brother, today is our east side competition, not just anyone can come in, if you know what's good for you, leave now, if not …."

"If not, what would you do?" A cold voice came over, interrupting Lin Zi Hao's explanation. Lin Zi Hao's face was filled with anger, he turned around to see that the person who spoke was actually Zhang Chengwu, Master Zhang!

Who was Zhang Chengwu? He had fought with countless martial arts experts, and had reached the acme of perfection in their martial arts. Only when he was old did he retire from the martial arts world, and even then, he still had to invite Zhang Chengwu for the annual martial competition. This was the story of how when people were not in the martial arts world, the martial arts world would still be filled with his legends!

"Senior Zhang, I don't know where I have offended you, but I hope that you can give me some pointers. I am willing to accept your punishment …" Seeing Zhang Chengwu asking questions, Lin Zi Hao's forehead started to perspire uncontrollably, and immediately bowed to pay his respects.

Zhang Chengwu coldly swept his eyes across the crowd, and impolitely said: "Wang Yu is an esteemed guest that I have invited here, to be disrespectful to him, is to slap my face!"

He did not expect that Wang Yu, who did not belong to any sect or clan, would have such a big boss supporting him from behind. The provocative thoughts in his heart had completely disappeared, and all that was left were the guesses and doubts regarding Wang Yu's identity and background.

Lin Zi Hao and the others who were leading the group were so scared that their faces turned pale and they apologized to Zhang Chengwu.

Zhang Chengwu impatiently said: "A group of juniors don't know how deep things are. In the future, if anyone dares to offend Wang Yu, they will only be offending this old man. If anyone dares to offend this old man, then this old man will let them off!"

With that said, Zhang Chengwu invited Wang Yu to the front row of the competition. Wang Yu had nothing to do, the two of them sat at the seat of honor, one wanted to become friends while the other admired the other spoke and admired the other's reputation. They chatted happily as though they were good friends who had not seen each other for many years.

"Today, this old man doesn't have a good time entertaining you. Set up a banquet for this old man to apologize to him." Zhang Chengwu laughed. Wang Yu was a young man with an unique skill, yet he was not proud and aloof, and was very well-liked by him. When he thought of how an ignorant junior had offended him, Zhang Chengwu felt a little uneasy.

"Senior, you're too kind. It's fortunate that senior invited us to the Martial Competition. This is already an eye-opener for me. Senior, you don't have to worry about small matters like this." Zhang Chengwu had already vented his anger for them, and he was not a petty person either. He smiled and passed the matter over.

Zhang Chengwu smiled and nodded. He wanted to say something, but when he looked at Wang Yu, he suddenly became stunned. Was Wang Yu like before? This is? Immortal qi?

In this era where there was a lack of spirit energy, cultivating to the Immortal Qi was already a legend. But without a doubt, only those at the peak of the Martial Arts would have the possibility of obtaining Immortal Qi and becoming a deity on land. In the short span of a few days, did not meet him.

Zhang Chengwu's heart was in turmoil, the martial arts competition below the stage was already coming to an end. The champion of the competition this time was a young man called Chen Yunfeng.

At this moment, Chen Yunfeng came before the stage, bowed and said, "Senior Zhang, junior Chen Yunfeng is fortunate enough to have obtained first place in the martial arts competition, I hope senior can give me some pointers."

Zhang Chengwu suddenly regained his senses, looked at Wang Yu, and then looked at Chen Yunfeng, smiled and said: "Your Bajie Fist has already reached perfection, and you're a self-made family, this old man has nothing else to teach you."