The two of them broke hundreds of moves, but no one could do anything to each other. Li Zhichang thought to himself: "After I practiced the 'Shen Foot Sutra', I should use this powerful enemy to be the best. The world's five great masters are indeed famous, but he knew that there was no way to make progress in his realm, and he could only win in martial arts moves. Today, he could not win in moves today, and he might not win in ten years. If you really decide the winner, you must compete with your internal strength. If you are either one dead or one injured, you will die together, but why bother?" He couldn't help but put away his fighting spirit and said, "Master Hong Gang, it would be useless to continue to compete with others. It would be better to stop." He spitted his palms and levered back with the force.

Hong Qigong wanted to teach Li Zhichang a lesson, but he didn't realize that Li Zhichang made such a martial arts, but he actually fought with him for a very good match. Seeing Li Zhichang retreating, Hong Qigong shouted, "Boy Li, are you convinced me?" Li Zhichang heard him and seemed to have to distinguish between the superiors and the inferiors, and said angrily: "What are you impressed? I still have many martial arts yet. If I use them all, don't blame me if the leader of Hong is embarrassed by that time."

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "It just so happens that I have many martial arts that have not been used." Li Zhichang said, "Okay, let's play again."

Seeing that they finally stopped, they were about to fight again. Huang Rong said, "Brother Zhichang, Mr. Hong, aren't you tired of practicing for a long time? Why don't I cook something really delicious for you in the kitchen?"

Seeing that she even made a beggar chicken with delicious food, she didn't know how delicious it would be to cook other dishes. Thinking of it, her fighting mind became even weaker. Li Zhichang said coldly: "Someone just ate most of the chicken, and I think he should be very full." He said to Huang Rong: "Rong'er, Brother Zhichang is not a stingy person. Make delicious food for me and pass on your best light skills to me."

Hong Qigong said angrily: "You kid will crush me. What skills can you teach at a young age? Come on, don't you want to compete with me again? I don't believe that you can't cure you today."

Huang Rong grabbed Hong Qigong and said, "Mr. Hong, you and Brother Zhichang are both the most powerful masters in the world. My father usually praises you and feels guilty about you. He even said that you are a rare chivalrous man in the martial arts world and will never rely on your strength and weakness. Brother Zhichang is not bad either. If you accidentally hurt a good person, wouldn't it damage your reputation forever?"

Hong Qigong thought to himself: I thought that since Wang Chongyang left, Huang Laoxie thought he was the best in the world. Unexpectedly, he still admired me as a beggar, hehe.

Huang Rong continued, "How about this, Brother Zhichang handed me the martial arts skills, you teach Brother Jing, and then we will compete. Brother Jing and I are far inferior to you in martial arts skills. If there is any difference at that time, you will not have anything to do when you watch them. Isn't it a joy to everyone?"

Hong Qigong was indeed amused by Huang Rong's words and laughed: "You eccentric girl, but you really look like your father. After all, it's just for your love lover."

Li Zhichang hugged his hands and laughed: "Hehe, I am not like some old people who hold my own kung fu like a treasure. I would rather stay in the coffin than show it to others easily." He turned to Huang Rong and Guo Jing and said: "Rong'er, you look down on your brother Zhichang too much. Is the martial arts of old beggar more skilled than my Quanzhen Sect and your father Huangdao Master? Brother Guo, you are an upright good man. My master, Yangzi, Ma Zhenren, also taught you two years of kung fu. I believe that you will never do evil to pass on your kung fu. Hehe, even if you rely on your kung fu to do evil in the future, even if you escape to the ends of the world, I can still recover your kung fu. What do you want to learn, palm technique, sword technique, stick technique or light technique."

Hong Qigong thoughtfully: "Little Li is a person who is impermanent. Maybe this matter can be done. If this matter is spread, where will the beggar beggar behave? He is right. Lao Hua is not young and should find a successor. Even if this child is evil in the future, can he still punish him?" As soon as he thought of this, he spoke, "Hehe, Li, I don't care whether you are agitating or not, I'm really sure that this martial arts is done. The little girl should not call me Mr. Hong, just call me Qigong."

Huang Rongxi said, "Then the Seventh Master, don't call me a little girl, call me Rong'er, too."

Li Zhichang said: "That's it. Let them compete once every three days. Whoever loses more than twice in a row will admit defeat."

Hong Qigong said: "Yes, but if these two little guys can't lose twice in a row, wouldn't they teach them endlessly?"

Li Zhichang said: "Yes, then that's it, it's two months."

Hong Qigong said: "Then it's a matter of determination."

Li Zhichang said: "One word is certain."

Then Li Zhichang said to Huang Rong: "If you want Brother Guo to learn more, you have to work hard. Of course, if you are cheating during the competition, you can't hide it from me and the leader of the Hong Gang."

The next day, it was naturally a dish made by Huang Rong, called "Whoever listens to the fallen plums in her Yu Di," which made Hong Qigong's mouth so oily. Huang Rong said that after that, he made a new dish every day, each with its own taste and never repeated it. Hong Qigong thought: If Guo boy beat Rong'er early, wouldn't he never be able to eat such delicious food again? Of course, Hong Qigong couldn't laugh soon, not afraid of a god-like opponent, but a pig-like apprentice.

Hong Qigong said seriously to Guo Jing: "Kneel down and make a vow. If I don't allow me, I can't transfer my kung fu to others, even your genius little wife." Guo Jing felt embarrassed: "If Rong'er wants me to transfer, how can I refuse?" He said: "Qigong, I don't want to learn it, just let her kung fu be better than me." Hong Qigong said Qigong Qi: "What are you doing?" Guo Jing said: "If she wants me to teach, I will be sorry for her if I don't teach it, and I will be sorry for you if I teach it."

At this time, Li Zhichang's voice came from the other side: "Brother Rong'er, Zhichang, today, I'll be fine if you want to hand it over to you Brother Jing. Anyway, it's nothing to look at others. You have to know that there is no skill that cannot be broken, only people who cannot be defeated."

Gong Hong Qi slapped a pine tree next to him with a loud noise, and the pine tree broke and cursed, "He, Mom, this kid was purely intentional." Regardless of whether Guo Jing agreed or not, he grabbed Guo Jing and walked deep into the woods. After a while, Gong Hong Qi was angry. He regretted one move. He practiced dozens of times but still couldn't practice it. Gong Qi was disgusted and fell asleep on the ground.

Guo Jing had to practice it repeatedly. He firmly believed that diligence can make up for his shortcomings. It doesn’t matter if he learns it in one day. He can always figure it out and think it thoroughly for ten days. It is his tenacity over the past few decades that has created his unrivaled magical skills in the future. At this time, he was finally able to slap a little pine tree with one palm.

Suddenly, Huang Rong cheered from afar: "Okay!" She walked slowly with her food box in hand. Before Hong Qigong opened his eyes, he smelled the fragrance of the food and shouted: "It smells so good, so good!"

Hong Qigong said: "This kid Li Zhichang has finished teaching so soon."

Li Zhichang followed behind: "My Rong'er is so smart. She remembers it after teaching it once. After practicing it two or three times, it was like practicing it for many days. She saw that it was still early, so she went to prepare food for us."

Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong and then Guo Jing, and he was depressed. He had known that he should have taught Huang Rong before and asked Li Zhichang to teach Guo Jing. Guo Jing didn't know the grief and anger in Hong Qigong's heart, and he still tirelessly came and went with one move and regretted it.
Chapter completed!