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Fang Ze showed his hands repeatedly, which made Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan a little shaken.

Letting the chair move out of thin air can be said to be pulled by a mechanism, but letting a teapot fly in front of two people, and then pouring a cup of tea for each of them, it is not like magic at all.

After all, the principle of any magic is blindness, and in the scene just now, people put things clearly in front of your eyes, and blindness alone can't do it.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is really an old monster who has lived for many years?

Fang Ze was not surprised when he saw that Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan still hesitated and couldn't believe it. After all, normal people must not believe it when they encounter such a thing.

But Fang Ze didn't need to convince them completely, it was enough to make them doubt. Anyway, Fang Ze said that he had lived for hundreds of years. Even if they didn't believe it, they could only recognize it with their noses until they found evidence that Fang Ze was really just a young man in his twenties.

As for asking someone to inquire afterwards, Fang Ze's identity must be kept a secret by the state now, among other things, all the files left outside must have been cleaned up.

Secondly, even if Fang Ze knew that Fang Ze had a father and a mother, so what if he was a student before.

The old guy who has lived for hundreds of years and still hasn't died, is he not allowed to play games in the world? Isn't he allowed to hide his identity? ..

Sure enough, after a while, He Chaoshan thought about this joint clearly. He found that he really had no way to refute Fang Ze's identity, so he had to bite the bullet and call Fang Ze a senior, and then Fang Ze said, "Since the senior asked us to sit down, let's sit down." That is to say, what I want to talk about this time. Now that the national art is declining, not only are there fewer and fewer people studying it, but also the strength of the disciples is getting weaker and weaker. If this continues for a long time, the national art will inevitably disappear in China.

Therefore, we hope that the northern and southern martial arts can abandon their prejudices, unite, and take advantage of the upsurge of spiritual energy recovery to reverse the current decline in martial arts. "

"You're wrong again." Hearing what He Chaoshan said, Fang Ze shook his head, signaling that what He Chaoshan said was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Gu Deyan couldn't help it, and asked.

"First, you said that the national art is on the decline, and you said it wrong. Second, you said that the spiritual energy is revived, and you said it wrong."

Fang Ze looked at Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan and said, "From ancient times to the present, the national art has not only been passed down continuously, but also has been innovated. It has never declined. How can it be reversed. As for the recovery of spiritual energy, although I can't say much, it is true. Nothing."

Meow meow meow?

Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan listened to Fang Ze's words,

Some puzzled.

The decline of Chinese martial arts, no matter whether it is inside or outside the circle, there are public opinions.

After all, let alone other industries, even compared to boxing, taekwondo and the like, Chinese martial arts are still quite inferior.

The current embarrassing situation of martial arts is that various martial arts movies, TV dramas and novels emerge in endlessly, with sufficient influence, but few people are willing to devote themselves to learning, and the talent gap is extremely serious.

There is no world-renowned figure like Bruce Lee in the past, and there is no way to open gyms everywhere like Taekwondo and Karate to attract children to learn.

That's why Southern Martial Arts wanted to use Yilin and Reiki Recovery to make a last-ditch effort.

Fang Ze guessed that the people in the southern martial arts came to make money, but it was a bit biased. They do have thoughts in this regard, but the bigger thing is that they really want to revitalize the national art. Only when the industry grows bigger and bigger, can everyone get more things.

"Senior, haven't you been walking around in the common world for a long time? The influence of national arts is indeed not as good as before. Not only are many inheritances long gone, but the younger generation is even worse than one generation."

"Don't be a frog at the bottom of the well. I said that the inheritance of Chinese martial arts is continuous. It is the real inheritance of Chinese martial arts that has not been cut off. As for those inheritances that are wandering outside, there are many fake inheritances for fame, so if they are broken, they will be broken. Nothing came out."

"What do you mean?" He Chaoshan and Gu Deyan changed their faces at the same time.

"What I said is not clear enough?" Fang Ze said, "The real national art has heirs from generation to generation, but it's just not born. Now, those who use the banner of national art to gain fame and do evil are just a bunch of liars. That’s all, so it’s better for them to decline, isn’t it?”

"Then what do you mean, we are all a bunch of liars?" Gu Deyan looked at Fang Ze dumbfounded and asked.

"Not all of them." Fang Ze pointed to Gu Deyan and said, "I said, your patriarch called me senior brother back then, so of course he had real kung fu. But judging by the appearance of you and your disciples, it is obvious that Did not wait for the true inheritance. Even if you are like this, then other inheritances can be imagined."

"Why did you insult us like this!" The disciple of the Gu family who was kneeling on the ground immediately stood up when he heard Fang Ze's words.

"Although I, Gu Yun, dare not say that I can completely inherit all the kung fu of the ancestor Gu Yuanjia back then, it is still there in nine out of ten. Whether it is domestic competitions or international competitions, I have won many championships. If you give me After a period of time, the achievements in the future will definitely not be worse than those of the Patriarch!"

"That sounds good." Hearing Gu Yun's words, Fang Ze just patted his palms lightly twice, and didn't say much, and there was not even a trace of surprise on his face.

The four little girls who were chatting behind Fang Ze were startled by Gu Yun's sudden loud words.

"What are domestic competitions and international competitions?" Little Extinction Lolita had listened a bit to Fang Ze and others talking about martial arts. But she couldn't figure it out, how could there be competitions in martial arts?

"It's about getting many people together and competing to see who is the best." Fang Ze turned his head and explained the matter to Little Juejue.

"Then does this kind of competition kill a lot of people every time?" Ah Zi asked according to their normal logic.

"No, everyone is just beating casually, basically there will be no beating to death."

Just hit casually? !

Fang Ze's ridicule completely angered Gu Yun. He pushed aside Gu Deyan and He Chaoshan, stood in front of Fang Ze, clasped his fists and shouted, "Senior, since you look down on our southern martial arts and our ancient family inheritance so much. Then I also hope that I can not hesitate to teach and let Gu Yun know the gap between himself and his predecessors."

"You want to fight with me?" Fang Ze asked, squinting at Gu Yun standing in front of him.

"Yes!" Gu Yun stretched out his right hand, almost tore off his outer clothes, revealing the exercise clothes and his strong muscles.

It seems that this guy came prepared to show off his muscles on behalf of the southern martial arts. It's just that he jumped out early because he was irritated by Fang Ze's operation.

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