"I said buddy, is your switchblade a toy, why does it bend when you touch it?"

At this moment, Chen Fei, who was originally standing in the crowd, suddenly took a step forward, turned his right hand into a palm, and bent it with a slight twist of the switchblade, which suddenly made the obscene pock-faced man stunned, his face full of shock, and he couldn't help but have a look of fear in his eyes.

This is something he took out, and of course he knows if it's true or not. Anyway, this switchblade is also made of metal, and it was bent when it was wrenched, how strong is this?

The obscene man with a pockmarked face only felt a cold air rushing up behind him, and he didn't dare to think about it at all.

"This lad ......"

At the same time, an old man with silver hair who was sitting in the back half of the bus saw the scene of Chen Fei's move, and his cloudy eyes immediately appeared with a touch of essence.

"It turned out to be a toy, and it dared to scare us and look for death! Those who were originally frightened immediately rushed up, pressed the obscene pockmarked man to the ground, and shouted with a grand face. They didn't think much of it, thinking that the switchblade was really a toy.

Seeing this scene, Chen Fei shook his head and smiled, and simply got out of the car, anyway, this is already in the city, there are a lot of taxis and everything, so let's just take a taxi.

And after seeing Chen Fei get off the bus, the cloudy eyes of the silver-haired old man flashed, and he actually got up and followed Chen Fei off the bus.

Although he noticed the actions of the old man with silver silk, Chen Fei didn't take it to heart, and just stood on the side of the road, ready to take a taxi to the commercial street.

"Young man, you are also a practitioner. Suddenly, the silver-threaded old man stepped forward with a smile and said.

"Who are you?" Of course, Chen Fei was a little surprised, and he didn't know what the other party meant.

"Don't talk about these things first, let's walk with two hands and see the moves!" But the old man with silver silk actually started directly, holding the fist in his hand, and the whole person actually gave people the momentum of a tiger punching, the fist was fierce, and it was done in one go, and it attacked Chen Fei.

"Baguazhang?"

Chen Fei's eyes narrowed, he didn't expect that this old man was actually the heir of Baguazhang, and his attainments were extraordinary, with a combination of rigidity and softness, at least reaching the peak level of a second-rate master.

However, he also observed that the other party had spare strength, and he did not make a dead move, and he was able to restrain the fierce momentum at any time, and it was obvious that there was no malice. Most of them saw him in the car before, and he was itchy for a while, and he couldn't help but want to make a move.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Fei's mind came up with the information that his master had told him about the Baguazhang lineage in the past.

It is said that there are two sources of rumors of Baguazhang, one is that there was a transmission during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, when there were Meng Er and his nephew Zhang Bailu of Shandong Shouzhang, Zhang Guangxue of Shenxian County, Hebei, Liu Yu of Raoyang, Guo Luoyun and Xu Baozhan of Guanxian County all practiced Baguazhang. There are twenty-four main routines, which are divided into upper, middle, and lower levels.

As for the other theory, it is that Baguazhang was created by a generation of grandmaster Dong Haichuan!

"That's right, the young man has good eyesight, and the old man's routine is Baguazhang. Don't worry, the old man is just a little itchy for a while, if you can't keep it, I will stop it immediately and never hurt you. The old man was obviously very confident in his boxing skills, and smiled with an elder's attitude.

"Don't think you're winning, old man. Seeing this scene, the corners of Chen Fei's mouth outlined a smile, and suddenly made a move, his fist was weak, and he went straight forward, walking and fighting, and hitting and walking.

"Peng!"

The fists of the two collided, and in an instant, a dull wave of air was heard, and the face of the old man with silver silk changed suddenly, he didn't expect Chen Fei's strength to be so terrifying, and his body flew out upside down in an instant, and he paused a few times in a row before stopping.

"This is Xingyi Fist, and there is Ming Jin. I didn't expect you to enter this realm at such a young age?" After standing firm, the old man with silver silk looked at Chen Fei with a shocked expression, he didn't expect that such a young man would be able to cultivate Ming Jin.

In today's martial arts, the strength of the masters from weak to strong is: non-entry, third-rate masters, second-rate masters, first-class masters, and congenital.

And although the division of grades is like this, in fact, the entire domestic martial arts, except for those ancient martial arts families that are unimaginably profound, have been inherited for hundreds of years, not to mention the congenital, even if it is a first-class master, it is estimated that there are not many in a province, it is too difficult.

Even himself, who practiced martial arts at the age of eight, and entered the famous teacher at the age of twelve, is now in a hurry, and he is just the peak of a second-rate master, and he has stopped here for almost 20 years.

But now, a mere young man in his twenties has reached the same height as him, an old guy, the peak of a second-rate master, how can he not be shocked?

Whether or not you have bright energy is a sign to measure a second-rate master, and whether you have dark energy is a sign to measure the performance of a first-class master.

"Small, may I ask Dao Friend what to call him, from all sects and sects?" The old man with silver silk was extremely shocked and in awe in his heart, looked at Chen Fei with cloudy eyes, and said cautiously.

Until now, of course, he didn't dare to call Chen Fei a young man, but called him an equal, after all, the strength of the other party was not weaker than him at all, and he was still so young and had great potential.

"The old man is polite, my name is Chen Fei, as for where the master is, it is inconvenient to disclose, please understand. Chen Fei smiled and spoke. He was telling the truth, although his master has now become an innate master, and most of them are not small, but he is now in a state of seclusion, so it is naturally inconvenient to reveal it.

"It's Dong who is presumptuous. ”

The silver-threaded old man took a deep breath, looked at Chen Fei and said, "Chen Daoyou, that is, when you meet, that is, there is fate, or you will come to me at noon today to sit down." It just so happens that a few of my juniors who are not successful are here, and I will introduce them to you?"

Chen Fei's eyes narrowed when he heard this, the other party actually said this kind of thing when he knew his strength, it was obvious that the few 'unsuccessful' juniors in his mouth were naturally not really unsuccessful, but most of them were very good and had great energy.

However, he still shook his head and smiled at the other party: "Old man Dong is polite, but I have something to do at noon today, next time." ”

After speaking, a taxi happened to be parked on the road, so Chen Fei waved at him, got in the car and left.

"Since Chen Daoyou is inconvenient, it's a pity, next time, Chen Daoyou goodbye. Since Chen Fei said so, the old man of the silver silk naturally didn't want to say anything else, and said goodbye to Chen Fei with a pity on his face.

"Broken, forgot to leave his phone number. But in the next moment, the old man suddenly shouted, extremely depressed, it turned out that he had forgotten to leave Chen Fei's phone number just now.

Although he already knew Chen Fei's name, how could he find it just by just one name.

"Hey, I'm really confused, I can even forget this kind of thing, it seems that I can only ask Wen Cheng to help me think of a way, but in his same city and city, can I manage this way? Hey, no, if that Chen Daoyou doesn't like people messing around with small actions, and he finds out, wouldn't it be more troublesome, hey, look at my brain, what should I do?" The old man with silver silk muttered with a depressed face, also took a taxi, and left.

On the other side, Chen Fei took a taxi to the commercial street, then took out his mobile phone and called Murong Shan: "Hey, Murong Shan?" It's me, Chen Fei, I've arrived." ”

"Oh, are you already there? Wait for me there for a moment, and I'll come right over." From the other side of the phone, the other party's delicate voice like a silver bell came, and then, the phone was hung up by Murong Shan.

In this way, Chen Fei probably waited in the business world for about seven or eight minutes, and suddenly saw a middle-aged man with a big belly holding a plump and big-breasted beauty wearing black tulle, V-neck open short sleeves, and a pair of ultra-short hot pants on her lower body.

Obviously, this is another drama in which a rich man comes to shop with a coquettish junior.

I have to say that although the woman's face is not good, her figure can indeed be given eight points out of ten, very material, extremely hot, and her face is as arrogant as a white swan. Only when the pot-bellied middle-aged man puts his hands up and down on her delicate body, stroking and making a fool of herself, will she show a flattering look and sneer in the ears of the pot-bellied middle-aged man.

"Phew, it's really a good cabbage to be arched by a pig again, it's a sin!" a student muttered bitterly. Obviously, I am indignant at the fact that such a big beauty is being raised by a middle-aged man with a big belly, in fact, I can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour.

"Humph!"

"What are you two muttering there? Don't think I didn't hear it, I'm not very old, and my mouth is not strong. Where did you two go to school? Is it because the teacher didn't teach him well, and he needs me to teach him again. ”

But the pot-bellied middle-aged man actually heard it, and walked up unceremoniously, scolding his head and covering his face. Chen Fei naturally followed the bad luck, and the classmates who were considered to be the mouthy students also suffered from the seedlings.

"I'm sorry, it's none of my business, I don't know him. Seeing this scene, Chen Fei opened his mouth like this, wanting to tell the other party that it was about him.

"How do you speak, you will shirk your responsibilities at a young age. Do you know who this person is standing in front of you? He is Director Wang of the Minghui District Education Bureau, if you are so rude, you can't do it, Director He'll let you get out of school immediately, and you won't be able to finish your studies. The middle-aged man with a big belly didn't speak, but the hot woman on the side scolded her, with an ugly face like a fox and a tiger.

"This classmate, which school are you? At a young age, you learned to shirk your responsibilities, do what you do, don't be afraid to admit your mistakes, you see how correct this classmate is, you know how to deeply understand and review your own mistakes, and knowing your mistakes can improve a lot. That's a good classmate. When the pot-bellied middle-aged man heard the praise of the female companion next to him and the worship in those words, he immediately fluttered and put on a posture of the leader of the Education Bureau to educate Chen Fei.

As for the good classmate in his mouth, it is naturally the guy who was cheap before.

When he heard that the pot-bellied middle-aged man was actually the director of the Minghui District Education Bureau, he was immediately frightened and quickly apologized.

There are three major districts in the center of Beishan City: Minghui District, Yintan District, and Jinliang District.

Minghui District is where he studied at the university.