The next day, the hall of the Chinese Federation was full of people. All the senior Masters had their own specific positions and tea bowls. They talked to each other about some recent experiences, more about yesterday.

    Wan Zonghua drank tea leisurely and had no idea to talk with them. He talked with his daughter for a long time last night. Suddenly, it seemed that his introverted daughter had grown up, but his strong pride could not hide the strange feeling.

    In Wan Zonghua''s eyes, he hasn''t seen his father for just a month, but in Wan ruo''s eyes, he hasn''t seen his father for three years.

    When seeing Wan Ruonan coming from the outside, everyone stopped talking and turned to her. Yesterday''s performance was amazing. A guy who lost Chinese street martial arts three times in a row had no room to fight back under Wan Ruonan.

    Wan Ruonan sat down next to Wan Zonghua in the spotlight. Everyone looked at each other and knew it. No one had any opinion whether Wan Ruonan''s identity or the strength he showed yesterday.

    "President Wan, let''s all come here today. Is there anything to announce?" Master Jiang''s face turned a little white. The heavy fist of Ge Lian is still unbearable for a woman. Fortunately, she has practiced martial arts for a long time. If an ordinary woman is beaten by such a karate master, it is estimated that she is still lying in the hospital.

    Wan Zonghua took up his tea cup and glanced at the teachers present. He sighed in his heart, drank a cup of tea and said slowly, "yesterday''s incident was very noisy. Everyone should feel messy. Next, my daughter Wan Ruonan told everyone."

    Everyone immediately sat and listened carefully, while several masters of the martial arts school opened in Huahua Street showed thoughtful expressions, looked at each other for a few eyes, and saw confused eyes.

    Master Zhao of the seven star mantis shook his head. Although he was defeated by GE Lian, he was not a fool. Wan Ruo Nan seldom attended such meetings. Even if he attended, he would not say a word. This time, President Wan directly handed over the right to speak to Wan Ruo Nan. He was very afraid. Is it difficult to transfer the right?

    Wan Ruonan glanced at all the people present. He was not timid at all. He stood up and hugged everyone. Lang said, "uncles, aunts and aunts, you are all my predecessors. Do you think the other party is too strong this time?"

    Everyone, look at me "pa ~ ~" Master Luo stood up. "Others are too powerful, not our Chinese Kung Fu."

    "Yes, yes, yes!"

    "You see, people are big and rough."

    "Tut tut Tut, the hairy faced monkey playing karate is thicker than master Jiang''s thighs next door."

    ..............

    The following people talked about it one after another. Almost everyone thought that Chinese Kung Fu was the best, but there were differences among practitioners.

    "Ha ha ha ha ha ~ ~ ~! If you all think so, Chinese Kung Fu may not even occupy a place in the world in the future."

    Master Han seemed unconvinced. "If you are a man, don''t be too energetic. Don''t think you can''t beat a brother company and feel that your motherland''s Kung Fu is not good."

    Wan Ruonan hugged master Han and said, "Kung Fu is a sword for us. How to use it depends on people. Kung Fu is dead and people are alive. Have you ever thought, master Luo, master Jiang and master Zhao, why there is no room for resistance under the attack of Ge Lian? If you die, master Jiang hit Ge Lian dozens of moves, but ~ ~ ~ is it effective?"

    "That''s a foreigner. He''s strong and strong."

    Wan Ruonan looked at the speaker, his eyes were like a torch and his eyes were like a knife "Hehe, I don''t agree with what the master said. Since ancient times, our country has defeated countless nationalities. In the Tang Dynasty, any general is embarrassed to call him a general if he doesn''t destroy a country. What does that mean? It means that our Chinese people are no worse than these ghosts, but we stay in the Chinese street and stay in a corner. What''s the difference between closing the door to the country, We should learn more from other people''s strengths and carry forward our own strengths. "

    "Even, we have to learn from others'' Kung Fu experience."

    There was an uproar when he said this.

    Master Luo stood up with a defiant face. "Girl, it''s wrong to say so. Kung Fu is handed down by our ancestors. How can we modify it at will."

    "Yes, isn''t it disrespectful to our ancestors?"

    "No, no, it''s possible that Kung Fu will be lost after two or three generations. If you''re male, you don''t know. There are many people practicing Mantis Boxing now, but there are only a few of us and a few in the motherland. If something happens to us, it will really be lost. At that time, I''ll die and have no face to see my ancestors."

    "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Wan Ruonan finally understood why Yang Xuan disdained these old die hards. That''s why.

    "According to master Zhao, if our ancestors used stones, bones and bronzes at the earliest time, wouldn''t we all violate our ancestors? Society is progressing, complacent and conservative. It will not be right in the end."

    "Boast, talk on paper, hum, President, is that what you taught your daughter?" An old man with a white beard stood up directly, and he couldn''t listen.

    Wan Zonghua smiled. "Zheng Lao, fellow disciples, have you ever thought about one thing and asked yourself, how many of the disciples we teach now have their martial arts above us?"

    The people were stunned, thought carefully, and turned into a sigh.

    "If our disciples are not as good as us, what about their next generation? How many generations can we pass on our Kung Fu? Only when our disciples surpass us, can Kung Fu become stronger and stronger, and China''s traditional Kung Fu civilization become more and more prosperous."

    After thinking for a while, several masters have begun to nod, especially master Jiang. Obviously, his kung fu is much better than Ge Lian, but he can''t beat him completely.

    Wan Ruonan noticed everyone''s face. When she saw master Jiang, she understood that master Jiang was still unconvinced.

    "Master Jiang, your Kung Fu is one of the best here. You haven''t played Colin. Do you know the joints?" Wan Ruonan asked.

    "He''s too strong." Master Jiang''s eyes twinkled.

    "Yes, physique is a factor, but Ge Lian is not strong enough to crush directly. We don''t know much about Kung Fu outside. We know ourselves and the enemy and win every battle. We should strengthen communication with the outside world."

    "If you''re male, you don''t know the situation of our Chinese now. Many ghost guys don''t want to associate with us. It''s common to be bullied by foreigners."

    In fact, in the Chinese street, there are not only people who like to be complacent, but also some people who want to contact with the outside world. However, the ghosts bully the Chinese, so now everyone doesn''t contact with the outside world much.