[You are obviously not satisfied with winning just like this.]

Lin Qianjun's expression changed.

Tsk, come again?

Forget it, it’s just a low-level plane, just be happy!!

[As the future of national martial arts, how can you not leave a strong mark in history?]

[Defeat some ordinary Chinese martial artists, you can't prove your strong strength at all.]

[You have made a decision to challenge the masters of Huajin in the referee's seat. Only by defeating them can this martial arts conference be considered complete.]

【Task: Perfect End.】

[Before noon, challenge and win all the Grandmasters of Huajin on the referee's seat, and end this martial arts conference perfectly.]

[Task Reward: General outline of boxing techniques of major sects in China.]

[Punishment of failure: The contempt and curse of all Chinese martial artists.]

Lin Qianjun curled his lips. Even if there is no such task, it is inevitable that he will compete with these masters of Huajin.

The difference is just about the morning and evening.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun slowly looked at the twelve masters of the Huajin Sea, and said, "Since the rest of the fellow practitioners in the field have not taken action, I would like to ask you seniors for advice."

Hearing this, the venue was in an uproar.

"furious!!"

"presumptuous!!"

"There is capital to be arrogant and rampant. So what if you are so young and frivolous."

"Did he really think the strength of those masters is comparable to that of the rest?"

"Can you have the honor to see the battle between the Grandmasters of Huajin today?"

"Hmph, I want to see how he stepped down today."

Ye Miao and others in the audience were also stunned on the spot.

They all knew that Lin Qianjun was arrogant, but it was really hard for them to imagine that this step was done.

The defending battle is about to be successful. What if something happens to happen at this juncture?

Those are the masters of Huajin. Is he really so sure?

Ye Miao was worried about Lin Qianjun and said, "I believe Brother Gu, he will definitely not lose."

On the referee's seat, the masters also changed their expressions.

Yongding, chairman of the Wushu Association, said: "It is normal for young people to be a little arrogant. Since he asked for a fight, we cannot refuse. Who would like to go down and move on to the old bones?"

Zhuo Shengcheng said: "Let me do it."

As he said that, he slowly walked out of the referee's seat.

This is an old man with gray hair, revealing his thin and powerful body under his clothes through his thin white jacket.

Zhuo Shengcheng is the descendant of Wing Chun Fist. This boxing technique mainly involves short-term blows and explosions, and is a small type of boxing. Not many people have learned it. Only three apprentices are allowed to be taught in a generation at most.

He is now seventy years old and has been in the level of Huajin for about ten years.

When he was young, he had experienced the end of the golden age of national martial arts.

Unfortunately, the emergence of guns and cannons has left all warriors at their own risk.

Since then, the development of national martial arts has completely stagnated.

In the past, at most thirty years, a powerful Dan master who would have to suppress the present day would have emerged.

At that time, the master described the Danjin warrior, and the Huajin warrior was called the master at most, but now, even the Huajin can be called the master.

Moreover, there has been no new Master of Danjin in the national martial arts world for seventy years.

Times are changing, and warriors are heading for the end.

To be honest, he really wants Lin Qianjun to break out a way and turn the tide to save the current national martial arts world.

So this is also the reason why he stood up.

The rest of the people were complicated and had no effort. They were afraid that Lin Qianjun would not have enough combat experience. If he was defeated like this, the talent that finally emerged would be depressed and he would retire.

With complicated thoughts, Zhuo Shengcheng also stepped onto the ring.

Zhuo Shengcheng clasped his fists and held courtesy against Lin Qianjun, and said, "Wing Chun, Zhuo Shengcheng."

Lin Qianjun returned the gift and said, "No door or sect, Gu Taixu."

The eyes of both sides met, and then Lin Qianjun took the lead in taking action.

What he used was Wing Chun Fist that Xiang Chao had learned from before.

Although he and Xiang Chao had only less than ten minutes in total, Lin Qianjun, who should have learned it, and under his strong understanding, this boxing technique has been introduced and become more suitable for him.

Zhuo Shengcheng's steps remained unmoved, his lower plate was extremely steady, his hands quickly interlaced, and he disassembled his moves with Lin Qianjun.

Both sides use Wing Chun and are both masters of Huajin. In addition to their age and color, they look like mirror battles.

"It's all the same moves, how can it be cracked?" Someone puzzled.

On the ring, Lin Qianjun and Zhuo Shengcheng's movements were getting faster and faster, with their hands intertwined, and the explosions were heard continuously.

This proves that they still began to use real kung fu.

In every collision, at least thousands of kilograms of force are intersecting each other.

"I have learned the way and skills of exercising force, and I am a great talent." Zhuo Shengcheng's eyes were filled with a scorching light. He originally wanted to give Lin Qianjun a step to step down.

But now he felt that Lin Qianjun was a perfect talented and beautiful jade. If he didn't give advice, he would be ashamed of his coming to the stage this time.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Shengcheng's palm flew, and the way he exerted his strength suddenly changed.

At this moment, his fist and palm power almost doubled.

In Chinese martial arts, moves are only the surface, the real core is the technique of exerting strength and the rhythm of breathing.

Only by mastering the corresponding power-emitting skills can one tap one's own potential, integrate the power in the body, and exert thousands of pounds of power.

Lin Qianjun knew that Zhuo Shengcheng was demonstrating his experience summary and path to himself, so Lin Qianjun became serious and began to summarize and learn from the experience.

After hundreds of quick fights between the two sides, Lin Qianjun thoroughly understood the technique of exerting force, pushed it out with one palm, and gently held Zhuo Shengcheng's fist.

At this moment, the two of them remained stalemate, their arms trembled slightly, and they had already entered a contest of strength.

Master Huajin masters master every bit of power in his body. Even if something weighs two or three grams on the surface of his clothes can be easily felt.

This subtle use of force is an interpretation of "a feather cannot be added, and a fly cannot fall."

Even after reaching this state, you can travel without an umbrella on rainy days, your clothes will not be wet, you will not take a shower for dozens of days, and your body and clothes will not be stained with dust.

At this time, Lin Qianjun and Zhuo Shengcheng seemed to be just touching with one hand, but it was a competition of integration of strength of the entire body.

Chinese martial artists often know the general realm and strength of the other party when they work together, which roughly comes from this.

Lin Qianjun almost completely resolved Zhuo Shengcheng's power at this time. After a few seconds of stalemate between the two sides, Zhuo Shengcheng took two steps back and his breathing became a little rapid.

The battle between seconds was like a battle that lasted for Zhuo Shengcheng.

"Thank you for your support, senior." Lin Qianjun bowed his fists slightly.

Zhuo Shengcheng shook his head and sighed to Lin Qianjun: "Oh, I'm old, my qi and blood are not as good as before."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the referee's seat.

Some warriors who were not aware of their skills naturally could not see anything, but the masters of Huajin on the referee's seat knew very well what was going on.

In the competition of strength, Lin Qianjun completely defeated Zhuo Shengcheng.

Guan Yongding looked at Lin Qianjun who was still calm in the stands and couldn't help but nodded slightly and said, "After all, he is young, and his strength is enough."

The people next to them also agreed, sighing at Lin Qianjun's youth.

In their opinion, Lin Qianjun should be satisfied with such a record today.

Just stopping like this, he is also a veritable new leader in the national martial arts world.

But what they didn't expect was that Lin Qianjun suddenly looked at their referee's seat again.

"Then, please ask the next senior to come on stage to give advice."

The loud voice echoed throughout the venue, and almost everyone was stunned.

If the previous challenge was that he wanted to make himself famous and seek a reputation.

Now that he has defeated an old senior and proved himself, why should he continue to challenge him?

Is he arrogance?

Or are you already a little arrogant after winning streak?

Or, he is really a sincere martial arts practitioner, just wanting to take this opportunity to get advice from his predecessors?
To be continued...