Chinese Entertainment's Shining Star

Including Mr. Wu, everyone had a look of entanglement on their faces.

The word "inheritance" can be used to summarize the core secrets of various schools. In ancient times, it was the legendary martial arts secrets. Perhaps most of the inheritance has been passed down to this day, but the more so, the more this group of talents cherish it and don't want to show it to others easily.

Even their own disciples would not easily pass it on, so it was obvious that few people were willing to hand it over to Nie Wei.

"But if we don't give it to Nie Wei, how can we get Nie Wei on the stage?" After a moment of silence, a voice asked.

After hearing this, everyone's face became more entangled.

They gathered together today to discuss how to push Nie Wei to the stage, let him defeat McGregor, and then prove the actual combat ability of kung fu.

But now that Mr. Cheng has made such a "mischief", everyone who originally wanted to use human feelings to coerce Nie Wei is now in a dilemma.

Old Master Cheng said on behalf of Nie Wei that the inheritance of each family is a pit, and no one wants to jump into it, but they also said that the starting point is to win the battle, which means that they also used the name of "for kung fu" to defeat everyone.

"Forget it, I say, anyway, Nie Wei may not win in the ring, why bother."

"That's right, Nie Wei may not win, so why not."

The first to withdraw from this "alliance" are those who have inherited martial arts from their families. They usually have their own businesses or ordinary jobs, and do not need to rely on kung fu to make a living. They come here today either for personal relationships or just to join in the fun.

So whether Nie Wei wins or not actually has little impact on them. They just use "Nie Wei can't win" as an excuse to find a suitable reason not to participate in this matter.

Some of the old predecessors present have seen the power of the master, so they are particularly confident in Nie Wei. When they heard someone belittling the master, they were immediately unhappy. At that moment, an old man stood up and refuted loudly.

"Nonsense, what do you think of a master? Nie Wei said he has a 60% chance of winning, but I think as long as he gets on the ring, his chance of winning is at least 80%!"

"That's right, you haven't seen a master. People who have reached that level are not afraid of tigers and leopards, let alone humans. In short, I have confidence in the master of the Nie family, and he can win."

"That's because you haven't seen the strength of those mixed martial arts fighters."

"I heard that McGregor is the top among those fighters, and he is also a double boxing champion. For someone who regards fighting as a lifelong career, Can Nie Wei really beat him?"

"Fuck! In the Republic of China, did our seniors beat up boxing champions? What's wrong with boxing champions? They have to bow down in front of the masters!"

"What era is it? Can the boxing champions of that time be compared with those of this time?"

"Why, do you look down on seniors? How about we practice now?"

"Practice, then practice."

"Okay, all of you shut up!" Seeing that the two groups were about to turn from talking to fighting, Old Wu had to stand up to stop the fight that was about to happen.

It was not easy to make both sides stop fighting temporarily. Old Wu rubbed his temples and had a headache!

In fact, he was very confident in Nie Wei in his heart, otherwise he would not have chosen Nie Wei and wanted to push him to the ring. This decision itself represented his trust in Nie Wei's strength.

He believed that as long as Nie Wei was on the ring, he would definitely win, and his kung fu would turn around and enter the eyes of everyone in the world again.

But if it were someone else, at least among the people Wu knew, he really couldn't pick out a good player who could win for sure.

"Old Wu, what should we do about this?" Old Sun from the Divine Fist Sect asked Old Wu quietly.

"Let me think about it again." On one hand, Old Wu was thinking about the prosperity of Kung Fu, and on the other hand, he was reluctant to give up his own inheritance. He was in a dilemma and couldn't make up his mind for a while.

"What are you thinking about? Do you think others care about your inheritance? As long as Mr. Nie can make Kung Fu avenge the previous shame, I can pass on our Tan Leg inheritance to him now!" Suddenly, an old man who looked only about 1.6 meters tall and skinny stood up and said loudly.

Everyone looked and found that it was Mr. Lu, the contemporary inheritor of the Twelve-Route Tan Leg.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Lu Lao smiled, looked around with contempt, and then said: "At the beginning, we only had ten styles of Tan Leg. Later, Shaolin's Xiangji Zen Master came to my master's place, and the two exchanged and verified each other, and then there was the later twelve-way Tan Leg."

"If the two masters did not have a broad mind, they would be like you selfish guys, how could we have inherited the twelve-way Tan Leg?"

The old man started a group of ridicule. Some people blushed and some glared at him, but Lu Lao didn't care at all and continued: "My martial arts skills are naturally not as good as those of the master and Xiangji Zen Master back then, but I think my mind is not inferior. If the master and Xiangji Zen Master could do it, why can't I?"

At this point, Lu Lao looked at Wu Lao and laughed: "Old Wu, remember my name and tell Mr. Nie that he can come here to find me at any time. I will personally demonstrate the tricks of Tan Leg to him, hahahahaha."

Hearing Lu Lao's free and easy laughter, another person stood up.

"Mr. Lu is right. I am also willing to take out my Huo family's Mysterious Fist inheritance!"

When everyone looked over, they saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses and with a gentle demeanor. They all recognized him as one of the contemporary inheritors of the Huo family's Fist.

"My old mantis boxing has a set of acupuncture techniques, but unfortunately the younger generation is not up to the task and no one can learn it. I just take this opportunity to give it to Grandmaster Nie. It's better than breaking the inheritance." Someone else said.

Seeing this man, everyone stood in awe, because this old man was the oldest person present. He was 90 years old this year. He was a mantis boxer passed down from his ancestors. It is said that he had fought on the battlefield and killed Japanese when he was young.

Following the speech of the old man, some people stood up.

"Grandmaster Nie would definitely not look down on my iron sand palm training method, but count me in."

"My monkey boxing has a set of monkey steps..."

"And me, I have a set of two-handed sword techniques, I can give them to Grandmaster Nie."

Old Wu looked at his fellow practitioners who stood up one by one, and his lips trembled with excitement. For a moment, he felt that Nie Wei didn't even need to fight in the ring. As long as these people who stood up united, there was no difficulty that could not be overcome.

Of course, this thought only flashed by. Old Wu knew that the fastest way to change the image of kung fu and see results was to let Nie Wei win the ring.

"I will also teach Nie Wei all my Tongbiquan, so is there anyone willing to stand up?" Old Wu finally let go of the burden in his heart and was willing to teach Nie Wei his unique skills, but even so, there were only less than ten people who stood up.

Old Wu looked at these people. Some of them looked guilty, some were unmoved, some looked impatient, some had a wry smile, and some even looked like they were watching a show.

The various states of life made Old Wu feel quite complicated.

Fortunately, he still had a group of like-minded people. Looking at those who were already standing beside him, Old Wu slowly said, "I won't force you if you don't want to. I believe everyone has their own reasons. Let's stop here today and everyone can go."

After that, Old Wu waved his hand tiredly.

Following Old Wu's actions, many people seemed to be impatient and immediately fled the hall. Some people were hesitant, but what made Old Wu happy was that two people stayed.

"There are only us left. I'll count them and then talk to Old Cheng later." Old Wu looked at the dozen people in front of him, smiled bitterly, and said.

As for the remaining dozens of people who left, Old Wu didn't count on them. But what disappointed him most was that among the people who left, there were even two people who took the initiative to find him for advice. However, the people who gave advice at the beginning became deserters at this moment. Old Wu thought this was really ridiculous.

Old Wu smiled bitterly and thought, while taking out his mobile phone and calling Old Cheng.

After getting the news from Old Wu, Old Cheng did not give an accurate answer, but responded that he would ask Nie Wei's opinion first.

After hanging up the phone, Old Cheng immediately called Nie Wei and told him everything.

"Xiao Nie, what do you think? There are only more than ten people who agree over there. What do you think?" Old Cheng asked on the phone.

Nie Wei did not answer immediately, but kept repeating the names and sects that Grandpa Cheng mentioned. Among those who called him, Grandpa Wu, Grandpa Sun, and Grandpa Lu all agreed. Of course, there were some who did not agree. Nie Wei also had a list of those who had called him just now. Nie Wei crossed out those who did not agree.

"Little Nie, what do you mean? Give me a definite answer." After waiting for Nie Wei's answer for a long time, Grandpa Cheng asked again anxiously.

Nie Wei came back to his senses and quickly replied: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was distracted. So, you send someone with a DV to record a video over there, record those martial arts, and don't give them to me, just donate them directly to the National Cultural Archives. As for the ring, I'll do it!"

This sentence "I'll do it", Nie Wei's tone was full of determination.

From the beginning, Nie Wei had no intention of learning the martial arts of those masters. Kung Fu is profound and extensive. Just one Baguazhang is enough for Nie Wei to study for a lifetime. Why does he need so many other people's skills?

After reaching his level of martial arts, he should take his own path next, and he doesn't need to covet the path of others.

But he still made this request for the sake of testing. Now the result is out. Some people are hypocritical, but some people are consistent in their words and deeds. They say that they are for Kung Fu culture, and they really are for Kung Fu culture.

Those old people have such spirit, how can Nie Wei be embarrassed to ignore it?

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Cheng wiped his eyes.

"Dad, why are your eyes red." Cheng Zixiong walked into the quiet room to get an item he had left behind, and saw his father with red eyes, as if he had just cried, and asked anxiously.

"Feng narrowed his eyes, it's okay." Mr. Cheng waved his hand and signaled Cheng Zixiong to get out.

Cheng Zixiong, who was chased away by the old man, wiped his short hair, with a puzzled look on his face. Would there be wind and sand in the closed quiet room?

On the other side, Nie Wei, who hung up the phone, also faced his own problems.

Before taking the ring, Nie Wei had to do one thing, that is, to tell Shu Chang and his parents and sister about this matter.

Nie Wei actually wanted to conceal it, but this matter was destined to be concealed. The other party had long regarded him as a tool for hype. As long as he accepted the challenge, the other party would definitely announce the news, and then make a fuss that he wished the whole world knew about it.

So instead of concealing something that cannot be concealed, it is better to bring it up early and win the other party's understanding and support.

When Nie Wei returned to the hotel at night, he first called Zhou Duoduo. After all, one should pick the weak ones, and Zhou Duoduo was obviously the easiest to communicate with.

As expected, when Zhou Duoduo heard that Nie Wei was going to fight McGregor, she was not worried, but very excited. She shouted on the phone that she would go to the scene to cheer for Nie Wei, and asked Nie Wei not to show mercy and beat McGregor up.

After calling Zhou Duoduo, Nie Wei called Uncle Zhou again.

Uncle Zhou expressed a little concern about Nie Wei's fight with McGregor, but after Nie Wei promised that he would protect himself, Uncle Zhou didn't say anything more.

He had seen Nie Wei's strength, and he was still very confident in Nie Wei's fighting ability.

When it came to Su Qing, Nie Wei finally encountered a problem. On the phone, Su Qing clearly stated that Nie Wei was not allowed to go to the ring. No matter what Nie Wei said, Su Qing, who was the most reasonable person on weekdays, just didn't listen. In her heart, her son's safety was the most important. If she wanted to put her son in danger for some great principles, she would not agree.

Before Su Qing hung up the phone, she even thought about buying a ticket to the United States, just to stop Nie Wei from going to the ring.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhou was there. He secretly told Nie Wei to concentrate on preparing for the fight, and he would take care of Su Qing.

Although it was not smooth with his mother, at least Uncle Zhou helped. But next, Nie Wei had to face Shu Chang alone. Just when he hadn't figured out how to confront Shu Chang about his intention to go to the ring, Shu Chang came to Nie Wei's study with two cups of coffee.

"Don't frown, like an old man." After Shu Chang handed a cup of coffee to Nie Wei, he stretched out his fingers and wiped Nie Wei's eyebrows to smooth out the wrinkles there.

"Shu Chang, I..."

"I know, my mother just called me." Shu Chang interrupted Nie Wei and said directly.

Nie Wei was speechless for a moment. The several statements he had thought of were suddenly messed up by Shu Chang.

When Nie Wei was confused, Shu Chang gently held Nie Wei's hand and said, "Husband, although I don't want you to step onto that ring, I know that you men have your own reasons, and I shouldn't stop you."

"But please promise me, don't get hurt, okay?"

Shu Chang stared at Nie Wei with a pleading look in his eyes, waiting for his response. Nie Wei was silent for three seconds, then nodded vigorously.

The next morning, the Los Angeles Times published a news on the front page that shocked the whole United States. After McGregor had been clamoring for a full ten days, Nie Wei finally responded, and this was a response that made people excited. Nie Wei did not find any reason to avoid this battle, he agreed! ! !

Nie Wei's Kung Fu fans had been suppressed by McGregor's fans recently, and many of them were about to turn against him. However, as Nie Wei's challenge letter came out, everyone's suppressed excitement suddenly erupted like a volcano, sweeping the entire network.

Thanks to Fantasy Paradise and 0773 for their generous rewards.