"What?" Chen Fan's face changed and he asked urgently.

The young man in front of him looked like Huang Santai. He looked like his biological child. Huang Santai was really high-standard. His own son was specially sent to entertain Chen Fan.

Seeing Chen Fan's appearance, the young man was a little puzzled and repeated: "We were so happy yesterday. I forgot to tell you about Master Chen. The martial arts exchange meeting is held every year, every five years. The small business is the martial arts world in the north and south, and it depends on the distance. Several or three or five companies sit together to communicate and confirm it. The five-year business will bring together masters from all over the country. This time it happens to be the year of the big business. It basically starts at 8 o'clock."

Chen Fan suddenly felt a little depressed: "Little Master Huang, have you all arrived?"

"arrive!"

Damn, Chen Fan was speechless, this was still fucking. He originally wanted to pretend to be a transparent person in a low-key manner. If it was the past, wouldn’t it be the finale? Thinking about these people staring at him, Chen Fan felt his whole body tremble.

I had known that I would have gotten up at six o'clock and I could find a remote corner to sit. Now I have tricked myself into it.

"Master Chen? Let's go there now. Everyone is waiting a little anxiously." The young man added.

Chen Fan immediately trembled a little, and then smiled and said, "This, I feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe I am not accustomed to the local environment and I drank too much yesterday. Otherwise, I won't participate, right?"

"this……"

The young man just said a word, and a loud voice came from behind: "How can this be done? Master Chen, you are overly modest."

From a distance, Huang Santai walked over, walked and hugged Chen Fan, "Master Chen, you were specially invited by us. How could you not participate? You can see Sun Dafei's illness at a glance. This shows that you know your skill in medicine. There is also a Master Huang in eastern Guangdong who is also a skilled person. If you don't separate your medical skills, Master Chen, you are so powerful, don't be humble. Now that martial arts is declining, can Master Chen still cherish it?"

"I..." Chen Fan was speechless.

But Huang Santai pulled Chen Fan out without saying a word. Outside the Huang Clan Ancestral Hall was a huge square, where a high platform and a shed had already been built here. The chairs of the Grand Master were arranged in full. With Chen Fan's arrival, dozens of people looked at him.

On the stage, there are seven chairs in the middle, and in the middle is the seat of the host Huang Santai. The right side is empty.

"Master Huang, why don't I sit next to you?" Chen Fan said, pointing to the last empty seat. But the next moment, Huang Santai's son said, "Master Chen, this is my seat!"

Along the way, Chen Fan was like a show, and he was so eye-catching that he was incredible. But this made Chen Fan feel a little uncomfortable.

It would be fine if the last one came out, but Huang Santai personally invited him. I won’t say that. Why do you still sit in the middle of the guest? Who do you look down on?

Many people looked at Chen Fan with burning eyes, and some even started to communicate in a low voice. Chen Fan heard the cold sweat and felt a little anxious. The hatred was enlarged. Next, I had to pretend to be sick.

With Chen Fan coming, Huang Santai also stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Dear fellows and friends, the five-year event is honored to be hosted by Huang. Time is tight, so we won't say much nonsense. As usual, let's make friends with literature first?"

"Make friends through literature?" Chen Fan was stunned.

Zhang Jingsi next to him guessed that Chen Fan was not sure about the situation, so he immediately came over and whispered: "Master Chen, I just said this by making friends through literature. The most important thing is to exchange the current trends in the martial arts world, and whether there are any scum who violates the spirit of martial arts. It is also a grand exchange event for some rare medicinal materials."

As Huang Santai finished speaking, a thick man on the left immediately stood up, bowed his fists and said, "Everyone, I don't know what's going on. In recent years, the environment seems to have been getting better and better. This is a Ganoderma lucidum that I dug in the mountains. Although the year is not long, from this quality, this medicine can be at least comparable to Ganoderma lucidum in the past twenty years. I want to change to some Tian Qi!"

"This is the iron cloth shirt Zhou Yong! He practices the external horizontal practice. Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng are not commonly used medicinal materials for him. On the contrary, the medicinal materials for dying blood and removing blood stasis are consumed greatly. Depending on his current situation, the iron cloth shirt martial arts should have been practiced very deeply. Ordinary medicinal materials probably have no effect. If he can't find a suitable medicinal material, he will not be able to practice it. Strong practice will hurt his body." Zhang Jingsi explained in a low voice again.

Chen Fan was stunned, and he also saw that these people were different from the so-called boasting masters. Those masters had a false reputation, and their main purpose was to recruit students and make money, just like him in the past. But these people could be said to be of little fame. But they were real martial arts practitioners.

After some exchanges, many people have achieved satisfactory gains. Of course, some people return empty-handed, poor, rich and military.

The resources needed by those who practice martial arts are unimaginable. To put it bluntly, it is to stimulate the potential of the body. In a more advanced way, it is to refine essence into qi!

In Chen Fan's current view, this qi should not refer to internal strength, true qi, but strength. Just like Bruce Lee, who exercised and even used electric shocks to stimulate muscles, but there was no medicine to replenish the body's deficit. He could not keep up with it by relying solely on blood and food, so Bruce Lee looked very thin and died young. Although there are many doubts, it is a unsolved case. Chen Fan felt that this might have something to do with his excessive consumption.

Next, everyone started to chat. The first person on the right, an old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and long hair draped over his shoulders, said slowly: "Everyone, I don't know if you notice it. In the past two years, the plants and animals in the mountains have become more agile than before. The medicinal materials have become much more effective."

"I also discovered what Taoist Master Xuanyang said. I found a thirty-year-old ginseng in the mountainous area of ​​the northeast a few years ago. This time I brought it here. Looking at the root system and the appearance, I guess it will have at least fifty years of efficacy." A man about thirty years old took over the topic and said.

Chen Fan was stunned when he heard this and blurted out: "Revival of spiritual energy?"

"Revival of the Aura?"

"What kind of spiritual energy revives?"

Chen Fan was indeed shocked just now. What kind of world is this? Why is it so similar to the world of spiritual energy revival in the novel? That's still a wool.

But as Chen Fan spoke, everyone looked at Chen Fan, Huang Santai, Zhang Jingsi, Taoist Xuanyang, and even Zhou Yong, who practiced foreign kung fu, all looked over.

Taoist Master Xuanyang touched his beard and said, "It's a bit appropriate to revive the spiritual energy. Did Master Chen find anything?"

Huang Santai also spoke, "Master Chen, do you already know something?"

Chen Fan really wants to slap himself in two mouths at this moment, what a shame? He is low-key, don’t you understand low-key? He has already made such a big hatred. Now, the master of the left and right sentences, isn’t he putting himself on the fire and roasting him?

Thinking of this, Chen Fan was about to speak, Chen Yao looked over next to him and said with a eager look: "Master Chen, let's not talk about those spiritual energy that are not spiritual. What is spiritual energy? Can you tell me clearly? Where is the spiritual energy? Let me show it. I am still a little curious about Master Chen's martial arts. Since they are all practicing Tai Chi, I would like to ask Master Chen for some advice."
Chapter completed!