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Chapter 135 Brother Zhao, have you forgotten the challenge in the newspaper?
Everyone was quite surprised when Ye Ningzhen spoke.

Zhao Yuting and Ye Ningzhen were not very familiar with each other, but having lived in Tianjin for many years, they had met many times in martial arts circles. Zhao knew that Ye Ningzhen was arrogant and had very high-level boxing skills.

He received the true teachings of the Eight Trigrams.

Of the three sisters, she was the most skilled in martial arts and also had a superb spear technique!
This is a legendary gun that can kill enemies from hundreds of meters away.

To say such things in public clearly leaves no room for argument, and that one has already decided on Chen Zhan!

People from all walks of life are not bound by formalities, but they cannot speak carelessly.

The way the others looked at Chen Zhan changed slightly.

No matter how you look at him, his hand skills, height, or appearance, you can't tell he's a master, or even what school or style he belongs to; he looks just like an ordinary old farmer.

He smelled of mud and moved very slowly; he was quite ordinary.

But someone who can easily defeat two thugs from the martial arts world can't be completely ignorant of martial arts.

Chen Zhan smiled, completely unconcerned, and put his arm around Ye Ningzhen, "Brother Zhao, you really can't interfere in this matter. As for our Xingyi Sect's affairs, once their master comes to our door, they will naturally know right from wrong."

He spoke sincerely and gave Zhao Yuting a way out.

"I see. I was being presumptuous. It's true that Xingyi School has no jurisdiction over this matter."

He also knew that Xingyi School was chaotic, so chaotic that it was incomprehensible.

"Let's go inside and talk?" Uncle Gong felt it was a bit chaotic, but he couldn't care less about anything else; he could only provide the space.

Everyone went inside, closed the door, and sat down to continue drinking tea.

Chen Zhan loved drinking tea. He sipped one cup and then took Ye Ningzhen's teacup to drink from.

Ye Ningzhen wasn't angry at all and let him act up, which was somewhat inappropriate for this occasion.

But people are different, so it's perfectly reasonable for terrestrial deities to not follow the rules of ordinary people.

"Xiao Ze, bring two more cups of tea. We don't have anything else. There's no shortage of old tea trees in Northeast China, and this stuff doesn't taste very good anyway," Uncle Gong said with a smile, unconcerned about Chen Zhan's behavior.

"Thank you, Uncle Gong. This tea is very good. It has a strong bitter taste, better than the Gong family's."

Chen Zhan prefers tea with a strong astringent taste; he finds tea tasteless and uninteresting.

Fortunately, the old tea trees in Northeast China are all very astringent.

"If you like, you can take some with you. They're all picked by my apprentices when they're in the mountains."

When Gong Shu talked about this, he was a little helpless. There were many people in Wanhua Escort Agency, but not many things to do. The younger children were all orphans who had been raised by him since they were young. They were too old to do dangerous things, and they didn't have any work to do on a regular basis.

Therefore, they often go into the mountains to hunt and pick tea.

"Then I would be impolite to refuse, but we won't take it for nothing." Chen Zhan didn't say how much money he would give, but Ye Ningzhen would give whatever she thought was appropriate. In the past few days, he had killed several waves of bandits and countless Japanese soldiers, accumulating a lot of gold and silver.

Huo Diange was not in a hurry; he possessed the demeanor of a grandmaster.

After drinking the tea, Zhao Yuting couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen, when did you first meet us?"

Chen Zhan put down his tea and said with a smile, "Brother Zhao, your memory is failing you. It's in Tianjin, on the stage."

Zhao Yuting was dumbfounded. What stage?
A Peking Opera performer? I've seen them perform before.

Or what kind of arena? It's Chen, an arena!!!
Suddenly looking up, he heard Chen Zhan say, "Brother Zhao challenged me to a duel in the newspaper, how could I forget?"

"You, you are Chen!!"

Zhao Yuting stared wide-eyed at Chen Zhan, who gestured for him to lower his voice, forcing him to swallow the rest of his sentence.

Remembering Chen Zhan's identity, I can't just call him that.

As soon as he mentioned the challenge, Huo Diange immediately understood, but he wasn't too shocked.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?" Zhao Yuting wanted to ask why he had changed.

Chen Zhan casually pressed down on his face, and with a few clicks, it returned to his original handsome face.

Now Ye Ningzhen's words made some sense; otherwise, her previous behavior was truly...
Gong Shu understood immediately upon seeing this.

The notoriety of Tianjin's most wanted criminal had long since spread to Fengtian (Shenyang). It reached its peak after a massacre in Fengtian.

The notices posted earlier saying that he had been brought to justice were not believed by anyone in the martial arts world. No one had ever seen who had died. But if he had really been caught and killed, given what Chen Zhan had done, even hanging his body on the city wall for three days and three nights would not have appeased the hatred in the hearts of the Japanese.

How could we let this go so easily? We'll leave it at that, neither mentioning the past nor the future.

As the saying goes, what is poison to the enemy is honey to me.

The Japanese regarded him as an enemy and hated him to the point of madness, but everyone in the martial arts world admired him.

It's perfectly normal for Ye Ningzhen to be attracted to this kind of person.

Chen Zhan directly revealed his identity. On the one hand, there were no outsiders here, so there was no possibility of him being betrayed. On the other hand, now that he had entered the Dan Realm, he was confident in his strength.

"I see, I see. Ah, Brother Chen, what skill, ambition, and methods you have!" Zhao Yuting sighed, thinking of Chen Zhan's journey from Tianjin to Fengtian.

He killed in the mortal world, leaving no trace for miles, and the victims were Japanese devils, driven by national and personal hatred.

Who doesn't envy those who practice martial arts!

But most people have families to support, wives and children, and a large sect to help them. They don't have the ambition or the ability.

In the past few decades, only a few people like Chen Zhan have emerged.

This is why, although Wang Wu with his great sword and Li Cunyi with his double swords have been dead for many years, they are still like gods in the hearts of martial artists all over the world.

Wield your sword against the powerful and wealthy, and slaughter all the bandits under heaven!
"Brother Zhao, you flatter me. Senior Huo is here as well. Let's settle our previous matters. When I first arrived in Tianjin, I was robbing the rich to help the poor when I encountered people from the Bajiquan sect and injured Senior Huo's disciple."

“I don’t think I did anything wrong in this matter. It was a fight in the middle of the night. I was a thief and he was an official. One step away from certain doom, I couldn’t hold back.”

"Brother Zhao, if you want to fight me again according to the rules of the martial arts world, that is certainly not wrong."

Chen Zhan spoke calmly, his tone indifferent, without apology or contempt.

That's often how things are in the martial arts world. You only find out about the connections and relationships after a fight, but what can you do then? You can only continue to follow the rules of the martial arts world.

This led to some seemingly strange behaviors.

For example, if they encounter trouble, they will open the door and introduce themselves, mentioning their lineage and apprenticeship.

It may seem a bit silly, but it's actually the best way to prevent the Dragon King Temple from being destroyed by floods.

Zhao Yuting nodded, agreeing with Chen Zhan's words. The situation was indeed special at the time, and it was hard to say who was right or wrong; it was a matter of skill and ability.

This has always been the way of the martial arts world.

However, Chen Zhan's martial arts improved too quickly. He was still a bit naive when he broke Gao Zhenbei's arm, but he had made great progress when he killed Qian Yebai. Although I didn't see him fight in person, there were all sorts of rumors about him.

He must be at least at the peak of internal strength, right?

But the rumors were so exaggerated that it was necessary to test their skills with our own hands. Zhao Yuting said, "Brother Chen is right. Let's test our skills with our own hands. Once we've done it, we'll let it go and no one will mention it again. How about that?"

“Excellent. There’s no better time than today. There are many like-minded people in Wanhua Escort Agency who can be witnesses.”

"it is good!"

The two agreed, and Huo Diange's silence was tacit consent. Ye Ningzhen's eyes held a faint smile, a hint of anticipation in them.

"It would be an honor for Wanhua Escort Agency for your two esteemed disciples to spar, but since you are both from martial arts families, please try to show some mercy. What do you say?" Uncle Gong is getting old and doesn't want to see fellow disciples fighting each other.

Zhao Yuting was about to say that injuries were inevitable in a fight, but Chen Zhan preemptively said, "Don't worry, Uncle Gong, you won't get hurt."

Huo Diange glanced at him curiously, thinking to himself: This kid doesn't seem to be the type to stop short of doing things.

Gong Shu was relieved and got up to go to the courtyard.

"Gentlemen, please make some space. When sparring, don't be blind. You can watch, but don't get hurt."

The head of Wanhua Escort Agency spoke with a strong voice, and no one dared to disobey him, so they quickly made way for him.

When Chen Zhan reappeared, he had changed back to his fierce appearance and stood facing Zhao Yuting.

(End of this chapter)