Hearing Shen Lang's words, Chen Zifei was even more confused. He has been relatively calm during the period when he came to Kunlun. Nothing has happened yet, nor has he performed a task. He really has no idea about this small task, how small it would be.

Tommy looked at the green water ghost on his wrist and turned to Shen Lang and said, "Tell him about this task, I'll leave first."

Shen Lang waved his hand and didn't even look at Tommy. Tommy was not angry. He knew Shen Lang very well and knew that this was what he was like.

After Tommy left, Chen Zifei's heart completely relaxed. If the devil's affairs were discovered, Tommy would never leave. It seemed that it was not his own business.

Shen Lang sat down on the chair's feet, put his feet on the conference table, and said in a swaying: "The mission of Dafei is interesting. Recently, there was a chaos in various martial arts halls in the capital. A swordsman came to the island country and went to kick the halls everywhere. Many martial arts halls in the capital were broken. Many martial arts halls in the capital had their signs broken. Many martial arts halls such as Baji, Taiji, Xingyi, etc. have all had their signs broken."

Chen Zifei frowned and said in confusion: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with us, right? If you are kicked, then kick it back. This is a matter in the martial arts world in China. We don't have to worry about it."

Shen Lang rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "We have indeed masters in the martial arts world of China, and there are many ancient martial artists, but these people will not open martial arts schools. Although those who open martial arts schools also teach Chinese Kung Fu, they are all erotic. Exercising and physical exercise is OK. They have no practical ability at all. It is expected that they are kicked by swordsmen in the island country."

"But these martial arts schools teach us national skills at least. It's a bad influence to be smashed by people so many times. If we don't give an order, let's send someone to knock down the island swordsman and drive him out of the capital. Your identity outside is a student of the Beijing University. As a student and martial arts enthusiast, it's the best thing to defeat the island swordsman..."

Shen Lang explained the whole story in one breath, and Chen Zifei understood it. The signboards of the Beijing Martial Arts Hall were all here, and they lost face. They sent themselves to find them back. Chen Zifei was still very willing to do this task, especially when Kazushi Watanabe was not long ago. He was still angry in his heart. The sword saint of the island country is waiting, I will let you know the power of Chinese Kung Fu.

Chen Zifei nodded and said casually: "This is no problem. Where is the sword saint in the island country? I'll send him away now."

Shen Lang waved his hand and smiled, "Don't worry, it's too abrupt for you to go like this, it's easy to arouse suspicion. And do you know what kind of Chinese martial arts?"

Chen Zifei shook his head repeatedly. He didn't have the chance to practice this simplified kung fu, and it was a real ancient martial arts.

"That won't work. I know you can solve the sword saint of the island country at will, but you can't just defeat him. You can't use internal strength and you have to use Chinese Kung Fu to defeat him, so that you can regain face for the martial arts world." Shen Lang said with a wicked smile.

Chen Zifei pointed at himself and said depressedly: "That won't be letting me go down and study."

Shen Lang laughed and said happily: "So smart. I thought about it. Your mission is to find a martial arts hall you like and then join in. When the island sword saint goes to the gym, you go up and beat the old boy down. It is best to beat him so hard that he kneels down and calls him dad. Your mission will be completed. Remember to use national skills to beat him."

Chen Zifei was covered in black lines and knelt down and called out, "I don't want such a son."

Back at Xingyuehui Villa, Ding Xiaoxue was watering flowers in the courtyard of the villa. She hasn't come back these days. Ding Xiaoxue got some flowers from somewhere and planted them in the yard.

"Brother, you are back. Where have you been going? I thought you were not back." As soon as I saw Chen Zifei, Ding Xiaoxue immediately ran over and pretended to be angry.

Chen Zifei touched Ding Xiaoxue's head and said with a smile: "Why won't I come back? There are some things in the family, you have nothing to do these days."

Ding Xiaoxue suddenly squeezed her eyes and said with a wicked smile: "I'm fine. Teacher Mary has invited me to dinner twice these two days. Brother, do you think Teacher Mary is really a killer? I think she is interested in you. Should I try to date her? Teacher Mary is so beautiful. I don't know how many male teachers and classmates have fascinated me at school. If you are with her, the child you gave birth to is mixed-race..."

Chen Zifei's head was full of black lines. After getting familiar with Ding Xiaoxue, Chen Zifei knew that Ding Xiaoxue was not an introverted girl and liked gossip as much as an ordinary girl. Now that gossip is all about him.

However, Mary is indeed interested in her. She is counting on herself to deal with the earth-level master. When she thinks about it, Chen Zifei smiled bitterly. Now she is not even a mysterious level, but just a yellow-level warrior. She is also going to deal with the two earth-level masters, because she wants to laugh at the two earth-level masters to death.

In the evening, Chen Zifei came to the rooftop again and had been busy looking for gorillas recently. Chen Zifei had no time to practice ancient martial arts. Today he relaxed a little, and he wanted to try it again.

Standing in the middle of the rooftop, Chen Zifei made a strange posture, bathed in the moonlight. The cold moonlight sprinkled on Chen Zifei like water, making him feel very comfortable, and his meridians were crazily absorbing the cold energy.

After a week of internal force circulation, Chen Zifei once again acted as a stone statue and ancient martial arts. The internal force of each movement was running in a different cyclic trajectory. Chen Zifei gradually entered a mysterious state.

This time, Chen Zifei still practiced the posture of the tenth statue and stopped. Last time he practiced here, Chen Zifei's meridians broke out and he fell into a coma. This time, Chen Zifei was prepared and gritted his teeth to practice the tenth movement. Although the internal strength in his body was boiling and his meridians were damaged, Chen Zifei still did not stop and gritted his teeth to persist.

Finally, after the internal force circulated in the meridians for several weeks, the boiling feeling gradually weakened, and the pain in the meridians gradually weakened. Chen Zifei did not continue the eleventh movement. Although the meridians had adapted to the tenth movement at this time, he had reached his limit at this time. He felt that if he forced the eleventh movement, his meridians would burst instantly, and then he would not be as simple as serious injury.

When Chen Zifei got up and opened his eyes, it was already midnight. He suddenly found that his body was sticky, covered with black things, and emitted an unpleasant smell. If Chen Zifei hadn't been awake all the time, he would have thought he had fallen into the toilet.

I hurried into the bathroom. Under the erosion of hot water, the stains on my body quickly entered the sewer and disappeared.

Chen Zifei wiped the mirror with his hand and was surprised to find that his whole body had lost weight, but his muscles were more clear and his face was also angular.
Chapter completed!