"Second Senior Brother, the old man is inside. Go and take a look. He has been talking about you." Zhang Fan also heard that something was wrong in Xiao Mowu's tone, so he moved out of the old man's mountain, hoping to make the other party afraid of him.
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Hearing this, Xiao Mowu put a smile on his lips, and his expression did lighten up a bit, but he still did not move. Instead, he said: "Old man, I will definitely go to visit you. Although the master kicked me out, but over the years,
In my heart, the old man will always be my master, and I will always be his disciple. But before that, I have something to ask my junior brother."
"Second Senior Brother, please speak." At this point, Wang Xu couldn't see that Xiao Mowu was coming for him, so he could just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
Xiao Mowu didn't keep him waiting. He touched the gray and white beard on his chin and said pointedly: "The old man is getting older, and now the senior brother is not here. Who is the master of Han's martial arts?"
Authentic, who will inherit it?”
"What do you mean?" Wang Xu was a little confused, not knowing what this second senior brother wanted to say.
Xiao Mowu took two steps forward, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Junior brother, we are all sensible people. There is no need to pretend to be confused. If you want to resist the old man's chess, I'm afraid you are not qualified."
This time, before Wang Xu could speak, Zhang Fan on the side was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of realization. He hurriedly whispered into his ear: "Junior brother, the second brother's goal is to be the successor of Master. Master back then
Traveling all over the country and being respected as one of the top ten masters of the late Qing Dynasty, this is an honor written into the martial arts records. He is afraid that the old man will pass on the mantle to you."
"Heir of the mantle!" Wang Xu's heart moved slightly. He used to think that he was a closed disciple and the heir of the mantle, but now it seems that he is not yet.
Successor of the mantle is a very cautious title in the martial arts world.
A master may have several or even countless disciples, but there can only be one successor.
Such a disciple will inherit the master's name, connections, martial arts school, unique skills, and even become the master's enemy.
When the time comes, the old enemies come to visit, the master is dead, but the disciple is here, this hatred will still continue.
Similarly, if Wang Xu inherits the mantle of the old man, he will no longer be everyone's junior brother, but the head of the Han family's Bagua Sect. Such a name is as resounding as a country martial artist.
"Junior brother, it's not that I want to embarrass you, but this burden is really not light!"
When Xiao Mowu saw Wang Xu's expression of understanding, he also began to make excuses, and sighed: "We in the martial arts community have been fighting fiercely for our whole lives, and it's not just for this little fame.
I won't mention it when the senior brother is here. He is the founding disciple, and his status is the same as the prince in the past. Whether it is martial arts or title, I can't compete with him. But you are different. You are young.
Senior brother, I'm really worried that the old man's reputation will fall into your hands, and I won't agree to this."
"Second senior brother, you have been expelled from the school. You are not qualified to say this, are you?" Zhang Fan said coldly, with a dark expression on his face.
Xiao Mowu smiled softly, with disdain in his eyes, and said: "Elder brother and I are both the master's disciples. When we kowtowed, we said that we would provide for the master in his old age. Now that the elder brother is no longer here, I am the eldest disciple."
Senior brother, who do you think you are, you want to stop me from coming back to fulfill my filial piety?"
"Me!" Zhang Fan blushed, and finally hesitated.
He is forty-three years old this year, eight or nine years younger than Xiao Mowu, and he really has not caught up with some things.
For example, when Zhang Fan came to apprentice, the old man was already a hero in Jinmen, and was ranked among the top ten masters with Huo Yuanjia at that time.
Although Zhang Fan was the third apprentice, he and the first and second senior brothers were technically two generations apart. At that time, the old man was very popular, and there were six people who entered the school at the same time. He just became the third senior apprentice in the order of apprenticeship. About
He only knew the story of the first senior brother and the second senior brother later.
"Junior brother, we in the martial arts have our own rules, come and help." Xiao Mowu did not put Zhang Fan in his eyes, but extended his hand to Wang Xu.
Wang Xu frowned slightly, thinking about countermeasures.
You know, he has only been practicing martial arts for a few months, and he is no better than a street gangster. If he fights against a martial arts master from the Republic of China, wouldn't he be humiliating himself?
What should I do? Take out your gun and shoot him. Today he is celebrating the birthday of the old man. He has gathered dozens of people around him. Dong Haichuan will be shot to death indiscriminately again.
However, doing so would be different from his goal.
What Wang Xu wanted to capture were people from the martial arts world, not bandits from Niujiao Mountain. It would be easy to shoot them, but it would be difficult to take them back.
"Second Senior Brother!" Seeing Wang Xu's expression, Zhang Fan thought for a moment and took a step forward and said, "Let's go first!"
Fighting is a jargon in the martial arts world, which means fighting.
This kind of competition usually ends at the end. There is no need to distinguish between life and death, and there is no need to enter the ring. It is best used for discussion.
"Haha, it's interesting. You really think you are a person!" Seeing that Wang Xu didn't say anything, Zhang Fan took the initiative to come to the door. Xiao Mowu's eyes flashed coldly.
He didn't know that Wang Xuda had just become a disciple and had no kung fu at all. He thought that his junior brother had been with the old man since he was a child and had learned all his kung fu. He was just cunning and wanted Zhang Fan to spy on his enemy first.
With this thought in his mind, Xiao Mowu secretly made up his mind to show his strength to this blind third junior brother, so that he would know that being a pawn is not easy either.
"Come on, junior brother, senior brother, let me give you some pointers!" Although Xiao Mowu said this, the movement of his hand did not stop, and he slowly stretched out his right hand.
Zhang Fan was overjoyed. Seeing Xiao Mowu being so supportive, he thought to himself: "I am also a master of martial arts. Although I dare not compare with the old man when he was at his peak, I can still rank among the top ten in the Hebei martial arts world. How can I still think of myself?"
Where is the third junior brother from back then?"
The two of them had different ideas, so they each extended their right hands and touched each other in front of Dunhuang Restaurant.
The next second, Wang Xu only felt his eyes flash, and Xiao Mowu's right hand was like lightning, wrapping around Zhang Fan's wrist and buckling upward.
Zhang Fan's expression changed instantly. Experts would know if this second senior brother's kung fu was fake as soon as he made a move.
In his perception, he seemed to be catching a loach. There was no point of contact at all, and it bounced away as soon as he touched his arm.
"Good work!" Zhang Fan sighed secretly, quickly calmed down, and slapped upwards with one hand.
Xiao Mowu was faster. Before Zhang Fan could hit him with a single palm strike, he grabbed his arm and pulled him down.
With a "swish" sound, Xiao Mowu pulled it down, slid down his clothes, and locked it directly on Zhang Fan's wrist.
The wrist was locked like this, and it was immediately broken by changing the palm.
Zhang Fan pulled hard twice and found that the hand locked on his wrist was like an iron bar, unable to break free at all.
"Junior brother, your temperament is still far from enough!" Xiao Mowu said with a smile on his face, as if he was giving guidance to his juniors.
Zhang Fan was so angry that he almost wanted to vomit blood, so he stopped trying to free his right hand and just punched him out with his left hand.
The two left hands touched each other instantly in the air, and the whole process was like a dragonfly touching water.
Wang Xu heard clearly from the side. During this exchange, a sound of whipping was heard in the air. The sound was not loud but extremely real.
"Money can't buy a sound, but with just this one move, this second senior brother's martial arts is firmly on top of the martial arts masters!" Wang Xu's heart skipped a beat, because he had seen Zhang Fan's martial arts, which were very good, but...
There is no such sound.
In the martial arts world, this sound is not simple and is often linked to strength. Zhang Fan's inability to produce this sound means that he is inferior to Xiao Mowu.