Chapter 144 It seems that you want to fight with me
"Hey, don't tear it, it's new..."

In the hotel room, Zhang Yuan was testing whether the black stockings that Cheng Hao had just put on were of good quality.

Inspection results: The quality is a bit too good...

"Sister, you are too honest." Zhang Yuan complained.

"Ah, didn't you ask me to wear black stockings?" Cheng Hao blushed and squeezed her legs together: "I was the spokesperson for a rural enterprise before, and they just gave me a few sets. Look, how bright they are."

Zhang Yuan covered his face. Cheng Hao was a simple-minded person who lived a simple life. When she asked her to wear black stockings, she not only wore them, but also specially picked out the best quality pair to wear.

"Good sister, black silk, black silk, is to be torn, do you understand?"

"Ah, is that so?"

"Of course, the ones that can be torn open increase the attack speed, and the ones that can't be torn open increase the defense. Your black silk has already stacked up the defense."

Cheng Hao half understood, as if he understood something, and his cheeks turned even redder.

She thought to herself, Zhang Yuan’s attack speed is already very fast, if the attack speed is increased... he will definitely take off!
"Then why don't I take it off..." Cheng Hao said, and then raised two delicate slender fingers and rolled them down along the edge of the stockings from the base of the thigh.

"Don't take it off, keep it on. Remember to wear the worst quality clothes next time."

"Ah."

"Take it off."

"Ah, didn't you tell me not to take it off?" Cheng Hao asked puzzledly.

"I said don't take off your black stockings... take off everything else."

"Hate……"

The two are making preparations before a passionate confrontation.

Cheng Hao sharpens his spear before the battle, Zhang Yuan speaks sweet words but has a sharp tongue...

Just when everything was about to go smoothly, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!
"Zhang Yuan!"

"I think the moonlight is bright tonight, it's a good time for a night fight."

"Let's come out and breathe together!"

The person knocking on the door was naturally Wu Jing, who had been keeping an eye on Zhang Yuan recently and wanted to challenge him to a duel all the time.

If all the blood in his body had not been concentrated in his head, Zhang Yuan would have been as angry as Guan Gong!

You interfere with my acting, you interfere with my eating, and you interfere with my squatting in the toilet.

I can bear this.

Why are you here to interfere at this time?

Is there any royal law?
Is there any law?
Cheng Hao was frightened. She had never seen Zhang Yuan so angry before. His veins were bulging and his eyes were red.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, we have plenty of time." Cheng Hao hurriedly comforted: "What happened?"

"Hey, Wu Jinglai wants to challenge me to a duel and has been pestering me every day."

"That Wu Jing?" Cheng Hao immediately responded: "You can't be so stubborn, or you'll get hurt."

Zhang Yuan sighed, of course he understood.

If he fought with Wu Jing normally, he would surely be dead and would have no chance of winning.

"But it's no use for him to keep bothering me like this."

"You are so smart, you will definitely think of a way." Cheng Hao leaned his head gently on his shoulder and spoke softly.

As the saying goes, "We are not afraid of no good things, we are just afraid of no good people."

Many times, conflicts between people are instigated by third parties.

For example, in the "Water Margin", Wu Yong, the master of fire-gonging, frightened the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards.

On the contrary, there is a saying that goes, "If a husband has a virtuous wife, he will not suffer misfortune."

Although he and Cheng Hao were not married in name, they were husband and wife in reality, and the other party was very reasonable and always advised him to do things in a positive way.

As soon as she persuaded him, Zhang Yuan's heart softened... Of course, it wasn't just his heart that softened after being touched by Wu Jing.

As my heart softened, the blood began to flow back.

Once your feet are off the ground, the virus is shut down, and your smart IQ takes over the high ground again!

Within ten seconds, Zhang Yuan came up with a solution.

Seeing his expression change and his brows relax, it was obvious that he had an idea. Cheng stretched out his finger and scratched his nose with a smile.

"I told you you're smart."

"Give me five minutes."

"Okay, I'll wait for you. There's no rush." ​​After saying that, Cheng Hao left his arms, changed into a lazy and charming posture, and lay sideways on the bed.

He pulled the white sheet over his chest, barely covering it, revealing a deep cleavage.

She waved her hand at him coquettishly: "Go ahead."

Wu Jing outside the door was very determined and kept knocking.

Zhang Yuan put on a pure white bathrobe and went to open the door.

"Hey, you're here. Did you just finish taking a shower?" Wu Jing was still as playful as usual, and full of energy.

"Brother Jing, you've been looking for me all this time, are you done yet?"

"It seems like you really want to fight me."

"Do you have what it takes to fight me, Zhang Yuan?" Zhang Yuan changed his usual humble demeanor and put on an arrogant and presumptuous look.

Wu Jing was overjoyed, it seemed that his harassment tactics were successful!
"So you agree to the duel?"

Huh… Zhang Yuan let out a long sigh: “I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary actor, but I didn’t expect that what I got in return was indeed harassment.”

"I won't pretend anymore. I'm a martial arts master. I'm going to show my cards!"

"Okay, okay, that's just what I want. Since you're an expert, let's have a fight." Wu Jing was overjoyed. He didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would take the initiative to come to him.

He just had a short contact time with Zhang Yuan, otherwise he would understand that whenever Zhang Yuan took the initiative, it was always bad news.

"Slow down!" Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and interrupted Wu Jing's words.

"A martial arts competition is a martial arts competition, not a blind competition." Zhang Yuan said righteously.

“As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse’s son knows how to dig holes.”

"So a dragon must compete with a dragon, and a phoenix must compete with a phoenix. You can't let a dragon compete with a mouse, right?"

"What do you mean?" Wu Jing's brain was already confused.

"You can compete, but you can't compete directly with me." Zhang Yuan stroked his non-existent long beard and said, "You have to prove your strength first."

"Do I need proof?" Wu Jing said confidently.

"Are you at Wuying level?" Zhang Yuan immediately asked back.

"I've been number one in the country in spear and sparring." Wu Jing puffed out his chest.

"Are you a martial arts hero?" "I've made more than ten kung fu movies!"

"Are you Wuying level?"

"My master is the vice chairman of the martial arts association."

"I just want to ask if you are Wuying level?"

"I...can we please not mention the Wuying level?" Wu Jing was furious. The other party kept poking at his soft spot.

"Then can you beat Jet Li and Zhao Wenzhuo?" Zhang Yuan changed his tone kindly.

Wu Jing:...

"Why don't we talk about the Wuying level?" Wu Jing lowered his head dejectedly.

"Still..." Zhang Yuan reached out and patted his shoulder: "Little comrade, don't be impatient."

"In that case, I intend to give you a chance to prove your strength."

"What do you want?" Wu Jing asked with a bad look.

"My best skill is stick fighting, and I also taught a student."

"The day you can defeat my student, we will have a duel."

"Okay!" Wu Jing patted his chest and said, "It's settled!"

He thought, Zhang Yuan is only a few years old, and his student is probably just a teenager. He is not panicking at all and is not afraid of anyone coming!
"Okay, I'll contact them right away, and wait for my news when you get back."

After seeing the person off and closing the door, Zhang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are so bad." Cheng Hao, who was lying on the bed, was smiling like a flower, watching Zhang Yuan fool Wu Jing with just a few words: "I like it so much."

There was nothing to say all night, and it was dawn the next day.

The next day, needless to say, he had a lot of work to do during the day, but without Wu Jing's "following", he felt a lot more relaxed.

It was not until the show was over in the evening that Wu Jing came to him again.

"How are your students' arrangements going?"

"It's almost there, don't worry."

"You won't lie to me."

Just as Wu Jing was doubting him and himself, a short and strong figure emerged in the night.

"Zhang Yuan, here I come!"

Wu Jing took a closer look and his expression became strange.

“Is this your student?”

"hold head high."

“The students are older than the teachers?”

"Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty once annotated an article called "On Teachers."

“It’s written in it.”

“Those who were born before me, and who heard the Way before me, I shall follow and learn from them; those who were born after me, and who heard the Way before me, I shall follow and learn from them.”

"My teacher is my teacher. How can anyone know whether he was born before or after me?"

"Some people attain enlightenment at different times, and some have different abilities, but age does not matter."

"Han Yu's disciples Zhang Ji and Meng Jiao, one two years older than him and the other seventeen years older, still called him teacher when they met."

Zhang Yuan's speech on "knowledge of both ancient and modern times" and "using the past to discuss the present" left Wu Jing speechless.

"You... okay, okay." Wu Jing held his breath and simply walked forward and asked.

"Hello, you are Zhang Yuan's student."

"Yes, I asked Zhang Yuan for advice on stick techniques!" the burly man answered bluntly.

Wu Jing looked the stranger up and down.

His temples are bulging, his cheeks are bulging, and the muscles on his arms are prominent!
You can tell at first glance that he is a martial artist.

Who is this person coming?
He was the martial arts fanatic Huang Julong who was "defeated" by Zhang Yuan in the crew of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Zhang Yuan never tells complete lies, at most he tells half truths and half lies.

Just like now, he did teach Huang Julong the stick method, so it was not nonsense.

It's just that he exchanged stick techniques for other martial arts that the other party was good at, and the two became each other's teachers.

Zhang Yuan called Huang Julong last night.

This character in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was just a minor supporting role, Zhuo Bufan. His role ended long ago and he was not in Dali.

But when I heard that there was a martial arts competition, and it was a competition with a master like Wu Jing!

Huang Julong rushed to Yunnan by train overnight without any hesitation.

Wu Jing is a martial arts fanatic, and Huang Julong is even fancier than him!
Otherwise, why do they say that heroes break the law with force? These martial artists have muscles all over their heads and they think about fighting people all day long.

Brother Jing looked down and saw that Huang Julong's palms were broad, his joints were thick, and there were thick calluses on each joint.

"An expert in boxing?"

Wu Jingxin felt that something was wrong, and at the same time, a raging fire of fighting spirit was ignited.

"This is a master!"

You don't even need to get started to know that the other party is not an ordinary person.

Wu Jing originally thought that Zhang Yuan was playing tricks on him and was trying to find an excuse to shirk responsibility.

But now the real master is right in front of him. He is in his twenties and is at the age when he is unwilling to submit to anyone. How could he let him go?
"please!"

"please!"

The two of them came to a wide area.

Since they had just got off work, many actors were still at the scene. When they heard that Zhang Yuan and Wu Jing were going to compete, these spectators even skipped dinner and came to join in the fun.

When he got there, he saw that it was not the case. Wu Jing was standing opposite a stranger.

"Here." Zhang Yuan took two long sticks from the crew's weapon rack: "Sticks are not easy to hurt people."

Hurala!
Wu Jing is good at using spears, so stick techniques are not difficult for him.

But what he didn't know was that Huang Julong was best with guns!

They both tried the sticks, which made a rustling sound when the wind blew.

Before the fight even started, the momentum had already forced everyone around to retreat several steps.

"ready, go!"

Following Zhang Yuan's loud shout, the two men's eyes locked and they started fighting...

(End of this chapter)