"Young man, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing? It looks like you have never seen it before."

An old man in a short coat suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Fang, showing curiosity.

"There's no such thing as swordsmanship, just practicing for fun."

Yang Fang stopped, chuckled, and said, "By the way, if you practice Tai Chi to the end, can you really hit someone?"

"We are in a society ruled by law, so why beat people? Tai Chi is a boxing method for cultivating one's character. It can strengthen the body and make people peaceful. What's wrong with this? Don't look down on Tai Chi. I heard that there are many people abroad.

Foreigners who are boxing all like to practice our Tai Chi, if it’s useless, why should they practice it?”

The old man said.

"Yes, that seems to make some sense."

Yang Fang was stunned.

I didn’t know how to refute for a while.

"It's strange that today's young people are so unsatisfied that many boxing skills in our country are gradually lost. If you want to learn them in the future, you will have to spend money to learn them abroad."

Another old man sighed.

"Yes, young people nowadays don't like this anymore."

"Sooner or later they will suffer a big loss."

Then, as if something had been touched, a group of old people started discussing.

Yang Fang sat here for a while and then couldn't stay any longer. He found an excuse and continued running along the mountain road, preparing to change places to practice his sword.

A group of old people couldn't stop talking when they started talking.

Two days later.

Yang Fang had just finished dinner when he felt a familiar burning sensation coming from his left arm.

0 days 0 hours 9 minutes 59 seconds.

58 seconds.

57 seconds.

He took one look and immediately lay down on the bed very skillfully.

"Boss, remember the transaction location!"

Suddenly, Yang Fang's cell phone lit up again.

Several group members sent messages at the same time.
Chapter completed!