Hearing that Tang Zichen wanted to replace her to meet Zhao Guangrong who had just arrived with great pomp, Wang Chao immediately understood.
With his eyesight, he could tell that it would definitely not be an easy task for him to take over the power of Nanyang Tangmen this time. Zhao Guangrong knew that he was a difficult character without even looking. What's more, there is Jiang Hai next to him who doesn't know why.
Wang Chao knew that although Jiang Hai was once his defeated general, he was defeated without even pulling out his sword since the contest with him. The "Turtle and Snake Sword", the inheritance of Wudang Jiugong Sword School, was also taken away, which was cited as a great shame. So he tried his best and disappeared abroad for two years to practice boxing and martial arts hard, aiming at revenge, and joined Wu Wenhui's military organization, which was an important chess piece for the opponent.
And after he left the organization, he repeatedly refused Wu Wenhui's recruitment. When he was in Singapore, he was so angry that he almost killed him. Such hatred may have been included in the must-kill list long ago.
Wu Wenhui's military organization is the one who knows the deepest details about him. No matter how he disguises himself, he and Tang Zichen have made noises in Indonesia.
So when Jiang Hai appeared suddenly this time, Wang Chao's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly heightened his vigilance.
His gaze quickly shot to the side of Jiang Hai, that is, among the group of people brought by Zhao Guangrong, and he found that although all of these people were strong, sturdy, and physically fit fighters, there was a hint of wildness in their temperament , but not the kind of loyalty, seriousness, and meticulousness cultivated and trained by the regular troops of the People's Liberation Army.
"These people are armed with native Chinese in Nanyang. Jiang Hai came here this time, and there are no domestic soldiers around him. It seems that he came alone."
Wang Chao also spent a period of time in the domestic People's Liberation Army, and he has a deep understanding of the temperament of talents cultivated in the melting pot of the army. No matter what kind of personality a person has, there is that kind of temperament contained in it. Even Liu Qing's suave, superficially cynical prodigal warrior, in the deepest part of his character, often reveals the imprint of a military melting pot.
And people who have not been trained by the domestic army, even the most elite team, will not have that kind of temperament.
Although ordinary people can't distinguish this kind of temperament at all, what kind of person is Wang Chao? Find out whether this person is bold, treacherous, or hiding a knife in his smile, etc.
What Wang Chao is most afraid of is that Jiang Hai's appearance this time is instigated by Wu Wenhui's mission to ambush some conspiracy.
Although he wasn't interested in the position of "Chief Executive Officer" of the Nanyang Tang Sect, it was Tang Zichen's hard work, and he had to follow his sister's wishes no matter what. Helping Tang Zichen is Wang Chao's long-cherished wish and heart that has never changed.
Although he left the organization, Wang Chao never had the slightest doubt about the power means of the organization. The last time Wu Wenhui personally persuaded himself that he still had a glimmer of hope for himself, and wanted to use his strong rectification work and preaching experience to change his mind. I have been completely disappointed, and I will definitely ambush the most severe means and the most powerful force to deal with myself.
"Anyway, let's play by ear." Wang Chao closed his eyelids lightly, then opened them, throwing away the many thoughts that were spinning rapidly in his mind, and led the five girls, Xie Li, toward the luxury carpet. Zhao Guangrong and his party who arrived at the gate greeted them.
Zhao Guangrong had seen Tang Zichen a long time ago, and the reason why he put on such a big show this time was nothing more than to show how powerful he was in the Tang Sect of Nanyang, and to give the many elders of the Tang Sect who were present this time. performance and deterrence.
All of these veterans are rich and famous among the Nanyang Chinese. Although they only have the right to speak but not to make decisions in the Tang Sect, they have a lot of influence when they are united. If they were deterred, at least when Tang Zichen announced he was at the helm, and he raised objections, these veterans would only wait and see, and would not unanimously agree with Tang Zichen.
But when he saw Wang Chao leading people over and Tang Zichen standing still in the auditorium, a moment of unhappiness flashed in his heart, and the sharp light in his eyes flashed for a moment.
"Tang Zichen, although you are the head of the sect, I am also an important helm of the Nanyang Tang sect. Even if we put this aside, we used to fight the enemy side by side and share difficulties together. Anyway, I used to be your elder brother. In front of so many people, out of emotion and reason, you should come out in person, or put on a show, and send a kid who came out of nowhere, isn't that slapping me in the face in public?"
Zhao Guangrong's unhappiness was indeed reasonable.
However, he is also an extremely deep person, not only is his martial arts superb, but he also has the austerity of a city and the depth of an ocean, otherwise he would not have worked hard to make a fortune of tens of billions. So he didn't have the slightest intention of attacking on the spot.
"Master Zhao, we have been waiting for you inside for a long time. Please come in with me and sit down." Wang Chao greeted Zhao Guangrong at the door, smiled and waved his hands.
Zhao Guangrong didn't answer, but looked at Wang Chao carefully with cold eyes.
As soon as he saw it, blood came to his eyes, and his eyes immediately became extremely sharp, flashing a fierce aura that was a hundred times sharper than a knife. This breath seemed to burst out at any time, cutting people into pieces.
But Wang Chao didn't seem to be aware of such a sharp gaze. His eyes were as peaceful as the spring water bathed in the spring breeze in March. He nodded slightly to Zhao Guangrong and waved his hand, "Please."
"Well, this young man has two brushes under his hands!" Zhao Guangrong's heart moved silently. The eye he just had had a trick, it was a moment, and the whole body's blood was concentrated around the eyes, making the eye chakra protrude. The eyes are sharp and frightening.
This is the look in the eyes of Taizu Changquanmi's "sitting on the golden luan" shelf. It seems that the emperor Taizu sat on the golden palace, looking down on the subjects all over the world, life and death.
Of course, Zhao Guangrong and Tang Zichen are among the most outstanding figures in the Hongmen, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary master boxers. His martial arts has already been introverted, and it is not uncommon for him to practice martial arts to the point of "witnessing".
Ordinary people will immediately break down and die when they see his eyes. And even Lian Jiazi, who has a tough mind and strong martial arts, will inevitably shake his mind when he meets his gaze, feel uncomfortable, at a loss, and have the urge to avoid his gaze as much as possible. And once this happens, the mind loses its guard, and in the contest, one move can knock down the opponent.
Witnessing in boxing is to intimidate the enemy with his eyes. An extremely skilled boxer has a fierce temperament, and just relying on a single look can make the enemy frightened.
But Wang Chao was not caught by his gaze just now, and he didn't feel any swaying in his mind. He was obviously full of courage to the extreme. From this, it can be seen that the kung fu in his hands must not be weak.
But Zhao Guangrong didn't take Wang Chao as a strong enemy because of this. If Tang Zichen's subordinates were stunned by his eyes, it would make him feel strange.
Although he didn't test out the specific depth of Wang Chao's kung fu, Zhao Guangrong didn't make too much entanglement. With his self-reliant identity and martial arts, he wouldn't show off to the younger generation when they met.
However, just because he maintains his own identity does not mean that others also maintain their own identity. Lin Shifeng who came in with him suddenly smiled coldly: "Wait!"
Lin Shifeng's face was very bad, he stared at Wang Chao, and waved his hands: "Boy, our Tangmen is a place where teachers are respected and manners are respected. There are no rules, and I don't care if you are working under Zichen or her successor. Brother Zhao is your elder, no matter what you do, you have to call him uncle, Master Zhao, Master Zhao, I wonder if Zichen taught you the rules? Or are you a famous senior boxer? Is the president of the National Martial Arts Federation a seniority?"
"Well, what's going on?"
"Lin Shifeng has a hot temper, but it's not without reason that he lost his temper on the spot. This young man's words are indeed somewhat inappropriate."
Lin Shifeng went crazy on the spot, which immediately caused some commotion and discussions around him.
Indeed, whether it is the martial arts world, or gang organizations like Tangmen and Hongmen, they all pay attention to seniority. In particular, overseas Chinese have not experienced the baptism of the domestic revolution, and some traditional things are still deeply ingrained. Lin Shifeng's sudden attack on Wang Chao on the spot was not considered a deliberate provocation in the eyes of some people around him.
"Oh?" Wang Chao turned around, "Master Lin, speak slowly, don't focus on talking, and be careful of unstable feet. This is a big threshold, be careful, I will help you."
While speaking, Wang Chao shot like lightning, and the "reversed monkey" in a Taijiquan style pinched the big tendon of Lin Shifeng's left wrist.
Seeing that he was exerting too much force, Lin Shifeng's body suddenly took a step forward, stumbling, and the small front bone of his right leg really touched the high threshold of the auditorium entrance.
The construction of this auditorium is in accordance with the style of the old-fashioned ancestral hall, the threshold is close to knee height, and the same color of large nanmu boards.
Click! Rao Lin Shifeng tried his best to stabilize his body with a horse stance under the sudden change, but he still didn't retract his strength well, and broke a large piece of the nanmu board on the threshold.
Immediately, Lin Shifeng's face turned red. He is also a person with profound boxing skills, but when Wang Chao gave him support just now, there was no sign, and his eyes flickered, and he didn't even see the shadow clearly. Gently pushing the joints with his fingers, he immediately felt that all the joints in his whole body were driven by the pushing hand bone, and his body ran forward involuntarily.
It's not that his kung fu is not good, but that Wang Chao's Taijiquan has reached the point where a single hair can move his whole body. Just touching any bone on his body, and pressing it weakly, can attract the joints of his whole body like dominoes. Dominoes, jumping together with the collapse. No matter how powerful he is, he still can't control the strength of his body and bones. You can only be a marionette in the opponent's hand.
"You." Lin Shifeng suffered such a big loss, how could he give up, the moment his horse stance stood firm, his waist straightened, his shoulders stretched, his spine bowed, and his body sat back at the same time, reaching forward and pinching, he reached Wang Chao's left waist On the edge, at the same time, he took a small step with his front leg, shook it like a dragonfly in water, and kicked it low, like a sickle cutting wheat, hooking towards Wang Chao's inner calf.
In this pose, the hands and feet are at the same level, shaking and moving, pinching the kidney on the top, and cutting the leg on the bottom, it is vicious and poisonous. It is Shaolin Xinyi who "moves and moves the handle" in the formula, shaking strength, shaking strength, flashing strength, hooking and cutting, the strength and strength are connected and do not disperse, just like a centipede with hundreds of joints, rushing forward and moving in unison.
"It's a good move. Sure enough, none of the acquaintances of Sister Chen back then were fuel-efficient lamps." Wang Chao admired in his heart, and pressed his left hand lightly under his waist, using the kung fu to hold the bird's tail to dissolve the pinch force, and at the same time He hugged his knees down and cut his legs with the sickle. The front foot stepped forward and thrust down, and it was inserted into Lin Shifeng's crotch at once, and the crotch leaned forward and collapsed.
Lin Shifeng was pushed and hugged, and he was already standing still, his whole body was loose, and his steps were weak. In the end, when Wang Chao smashed his crotch, it seemed that he used a twisted Xingyi punch to hit his body. The spinning top, which seemed to have been whipped violently, was about to spin around in circles, making a big fool of himself.
After Wang Chao Yubu practiced to the level of Bugang, his whole body was full of fists, capable of both cotton and steel. The crotch hit just now is stronger than the force of a Xingyiquan master turning his fist with all his strength. Even if it is a big stone grinding disc, it will immediately spin around when it is eaten by his crotch, let alone a shelf. He who has been separated
At this critical moment, a hand was suddenly put on Lin Shifeng's shoulder, and he immediately felt that his whole body seemed to be fixed by Mount Tai, very stable, and Wang Chao's slanting hip rotation force was completely dissolved.
It turned out that Zhao Guangrong's hand was on his shoulder, stabilizing his body and preventing him from making a big fool of himself.