"Hahaha..." Wu Feng smiled heartily, and the laughter echoed in the hall.
Wu Feng is usually arrogant and behaves arrogantly, so his popularity is not very good. Many people even blatantly support Zhao Hong: "Brother Zhao, clean up that crazy boy!"
"I can't wait to see Wu Feng deflated, hahaha..."
Wu Feng walked to the stage, jumped up, turned around and glared angrily: "Who the hell, who is chattering behind the scenes, has the ability to come up and fight me for 300 rounds!"
There was a sudden silence in the field. After all, there were only a few people who dared to fight with him. And those with strength didn't want to cause this trouble. There would be no good results in fighting Wu Feng.[
Compared to Wu Feng's arrogance, Zhao Hong was very elegant. Being in his forties was indeed considered very old in the martial arts hall. With a friendly smile on his face, he walked onto the stage slowly and step by step.
"Are you here for the embroidery competition?" Wu Feng pointed at Zhao Hong and laughed loudly: "You are so old, you can see how good your grandson is at home, why come out and compete with us young people for the world!"
"I have no choice but to make ends meet." Zhao Hong said with a smile.
Seeing Zhao Hong's smiling face, Wu Feng became angry. Zhao Hong was usually very popular and was respected and loved by the members of Wu Tang. Wu Feng, on the other hand, was not popular with everyone, but with his strong fists,
No one dares to go against him.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started!" Wu Feng rushed over impatiently and used all his strength from the beginning. He wanted to deal with Zhao Hong as soon as possible. Zhao Hong, on the other hand, took his time and saw Wu Feng attacking with as much stability as Mount Tai.
When Wu Feng's fist came close, Zhao Hongcai made some weird gesture. Wu Feng's fist changed its trajectory and staggered a few steps to the side.
"Tai Chi!" the knowledgeable members in the audience screamed.
Wu Feng stood still and looked at Zhao Hong in disbelief. Zhao Hong was still smiling, but he was assuming the most common posture in Tai Chi.
"The white crane spreads its wings!" Zhao Hong spread his arms.
"Hahaha..." Wu Feng laughed, pointed at Zhao Hong and said breathlessly: "Did you go to learn from the old men in the park in the past few months?"
Zhao Hong smiled and did not answer. Instead, he raised his index finger at Wu Feng, which was full of provocation.
"Stop pretending!" Wu Feng was furious, he would not take these fancy gadgets seriously!