"He's not seriously injured. He'll be fine in just half a month."
Ye Tian glanced at the man and said: "Besides, in martial arts competitions, there will inevitably be casualties. What's so surprising about this? If you're afraid of getting hurt, just give up on martial arts and study literature..."
In the martial arts world, there are many grievances and grievances. This is the reason why. If you are not good at studying, you will inevitably be unable to hold back your strength when doing something. Deaths and injuries will easily occur, and grievances will slowly accumulate.
The young man was blocked by Ye Tian's words, his face turned red, and he shouted in desperation: "You...you are bullying others too much, brothers, copy the guy and fight with them!"
Zhou Xiaotian's shout just now was like a tiger roaring in the forest, which frightened the courage of these Baguazhang beginners. But now that someone was taking action, the young people immediately ran towards the weapons rack.
"Damn, it's a gang fight!"
Ye Tian was stunned for a moment, his face became serious, and then he rolled up his sleeves. As the saying goes, a sword and a gun have no eyes. It would not be fun if someone accidentally stabbed a hole or cut him with a knife.
Although Wu Chen, who was half lying on the ground, wanted to stop him, he didn't say a word. The smell of blood in his throat rose again, and he could only wave his hands in vain.
Just when the group of people touched their weapons and were about to rush towards Ye Tian and Zhou Xiaotian, two people walked in from the gate of the courtyard. They were stunned when they saw the chaotic scene in front of them.
"Stop, are you going to rebel?!"
A strong man in his forties walking in front gave a loud shout, and his voice was so full of energy that the hot-headed disciples woke up.
"Master, master is here!"
"Master, they came to cause trouble and injured the senior brother!"
When a group of disciples saw the person coming, their faces showed joy, and they ran towards the person with the weapons in their hands, telling each other what had just happened.
"Xiao Wu, are you okay?"
When Qiu Wendong saw Wu Chen lying on the ground, he quickly walked over and stretched out his hand to check his pulse. He felt that the pulse was relatively stable, so he stood up with relief.
Wu Chen sat up with a wry smile and said, "Master...Master, it's my fault that I'm not good at studying!"
"It's okay, Master will find a place for you!" Qiu Wendong patted his disciple on the shoulder and asked someone to help him sit down on a chair.
When Qiu Wendong looked at Ye Tian and the other two, his eyes were filled with anger. He had been hanging out in Yanjing City for more than thirty years, and he had never been the only one to hit anyone, and he had never been bullied to the point of being bullied.
Moreover, Wu Chen was his eldest disciple. After several years of training, Qiu Wendong was ready to pass the mantle to him. Seeing Wu Chen being beaten like this, his right fist was already clenched and making a "click" sound.
You know, this direct disciple is sometimes closer than a son, because people always grow old, but in the martial arts world, some younger generations like to step on the older generation to become famous and rise to the top. This is when the disciples fight on behalf of their masters.
Already.
Therefore, Wu Chen's injury was much more serious in Qiu Wendong's heart than the damage done by Ye Tian and his two men.
"Brother Feng, I'm really sorry for making you laugh. Please sit down. I'll take care of the things here and come back to accompany you!"
Although his heart was full of anger, Qiu Wendong still greeted the guests around him first. This was a famous boxer in the Cangzhou martial arts world named Feng Hengyu.
Feng Hengyu's disciple and Qiu Wendong's father were friends from the previous generation, and the two had quite a relationship over the years. Originally, Qiu Wendong was inviting Feng Hengyu to have morning tea, and when they heard someone was causing trouble, they rushed over together.
"Master, the guy in the sportswear practices Bajiquan and his skills are very deep. You have to be careful!" Wu Chen, who was sitting on the chair, reminded Qiu Wendong.
Wu Chen was the master of martial arts, and his own kung fu was not much weaker than Qiu Wendong's, but he couldn't even follow Zhou Xiaotian's moves. He was afraid that his master would suffer a loss if he was not careful.
"Bajiquan?"
Qiu Wendong was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Feng Hengyu next to him with a strange expression, because he was the famous Baji boxing master in Cangzhou, and he was also the direct descendant of the sharpshooter Li Shuwen. He was considered a famous figure among the contemporary eighth-level masters.
So when he heard that Bajiquan was used to cause trouble, Qiu Wendong unconsciously looked at Feng Hengyu with questioning eyes. The relationship in the martial arts world is complicated, and maybe there will be some connection between the two.
Looking at Qiu Wendong's eyes, Feng Hengyu gave a bitter smile and said: "Brother Qiu, there are tens of millions of disciples passed down by our ancestors, but I can't recognize them all."
The founder Feng Hengyu mentioned was none other than the sharpshooter Li Shuwen.
Li Shuwen was an upright man throughout his life, and he hated evil as much as possible. There are now tens of thousands of his disciples at home and abroad. Every year on the eve of Qingming Festival, worshipers from different countries and skin colors often fly to Cangzhou to pay homage to Li Shuwen's grave.
Therefore, although Feng Hengyu is the direct descendant of Li Shuwen, he may not necessarily know all the successors of Bajiquan at home and abroad.
After hearing Feng Hengyu's words, Qiu Wendong nodded and said: "Okay, Brother Feng will help me suppress the battle. I will go meet this young man. For the sake of his Bajiquan practice, I will only let him spit.
Just blood!"
This is the tragedy of not having a good disciple under his command. Otherwise, Qiu Wendong, who is nearly fifty years old, would not need to do it himself. However, at his age, he is in the peak period of the internal boxing master, and his energy and blood are not as bad as Zhou Xiaotian's.
"Strange, why does that middle-aged man look so familiar?"
While Feng Hengyu was talking to Qiu Wendong, Ye Tian frowned because he looked familiar to Feng Hengyu, who was wearing a white training suit, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
This is extremely rare for Ye Tian, who has an amazing memory, but Ye Tian can be sure that he must have seen this person when he followed the old Tao to travel around the world.
"You two, I, Qiu Wendong, have a poor reputation in the capital. I am very upright in my behavior. I wonder if you two are bullying me. Is it because I was instigated by others or did I, Qiu, do something wrong?"
Qiu Wendong had a hot temper in his early years, but after going to prison twice, he had already rounded off his character. So although he was very angry at this time, he still followed the rules of the world.
"Behave properly?"
Ye Tian heard the words and sneered, and said: "Well, let me ask you, why do you, a martial arts practitioner, attack ordinary people? I just can't stand it, so I came here to ask for advice!"
