Soon, Wang Bo finally arrived at the Hong Kong Jingwu Association.

Although this Jingwu Society is very famous, with more than 30 sects in it, in fact, the base where it is located is not a luxurious place.

But it is in a dilapidated commercial building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

It is hard to believe that there are more than 30 sects here.

After Wang Bo visited, he asked simply and roughly: "I want to learn martial arts. I wonder if there is any martial arts here that can make me stronger in a short period of time, and one fights more than a dozen or even more than twenty people."

Since Lord God said that he could become stronger by finding the easter egg, then there seems to be no problem asking this yourself.

After all, in two months, I may have to go to the United States to fight Zhong Tao.

The receptionist was stunned. Those who could receive the reception at the front desk must be someone who understands kung fu. When he heard Wang Bo's question, he immediately shook his head.

"No, no, our Jingwu Society does not have such martial arts."

"Really not?" Wang Bo asked unwillingly.

The receptionist shook his head vigorously, "I have been here for several years, but I have never heard of any martial arts that can make people stronger in a short period of time, and one fights more than a dozen or twenty people."

"Then do you have any martial arts secrets here? If you connect it, you can make people stronger." Wang Bo asked again.

“No, no.”

"Then do you recognize the masters in this field?"

"I said you are here to make trouble." The reception staff felt that Wang Bo's problems were simply unreasonable.

"You must persevere in practicing martial arts. Practice three nines in winter and three winters in summer. What you said only exists in martial arts novels, but does not exist in reality at all."

"Really not?"

"If there is, I still want to practice and it's your turn." The receptionist said angrily.

Wang Bo thought about it and felt that the person in front of him might be ignorant, so he said, "Then you introduce me to a few respected martial arts seniors."

"No!" The reception staff became a little angry when they saw Wang Bo making trouble.

Wang Bo took out the police officer's ID, slapped it on the table and said, "I have a few things I want to ask these seniors. Can you please give me their addresses."

"Are you a policeman?" The receptionist was stunned.

"If you want to change it."

The receptionist couldn't help but glance at Wang Bo, thinking that you were a policeman, why didn't you say it earlier? He guessed that Wang Bo asked this, and he should be here to investigate a case. So he pointed to a room inside and said, "Senior Li of Baguazhang is inside, you can go in and ask yourself."

"Thank you." Wang Bo put away the police officer's ID, walked into the corridor, went to the room pointed by the receptionist, pushed open the door and walked in.

There was an old man wearing a white training suit in the room, walking gossip in the room.

The other party's soles were as if they were oiled, and they were moving quickly, making people dazzled.

Wang Bo's heart was terrified, and knew that he had met an expert, so he asked, "Senior Li, right?"

The old man turned around again, then stopped, turned his head and looked over, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you, you are Senior Li from Baguazhang, right?"

"That's right, it's me." The old man nodded.

Wang Bo said: "I want to know something about you. In the Jingwu Society, is there any martial arts that can make people become very strong in a short period of time, one can beat more than ten or twenty."

The old man asked in surprise: "Short time, how short is the short time you said, one year or two years?"

"Well, one month?"

"I said, young man, you're joking with me." The old man was unhappy. "I wanted to hit more than a dozen people in a month. I haven't heard of such martial arts in the world."

"No?"

"It depends on who you are dealing with, if it is a dozen elderly, weak, sick and disabled."

"Well, I'm talking about more than a dozen fully armed men, and they can even have guns." Wang Bo said seriously.

"Yes." The old man said firmly.

Wang Bo couldn't help but get excited. Could it be that he could find the easter egg left by God so easily?

"Senior Li, what you said is true."

"You go back and lie on the bed and have a sleep. In your dream, you won't be a dozen fully armed men, even the gods and Buddhas are not your opponent."

The old man said with a serious face.

Wang Bo:...

He said with a lot of laughter and cry: "Senior Li, I'm not kidding you."

"I'm not kidding you, in a dream, you can do whatever you want." The old man was quite humorous.

"What I want is the kind of martial arts that are real swords and guns, not in my dreams."

"That's not." The old man shook his head decisively, "When I was young, it was no problem to hit a dozen strong men with bare hands. Once I was chased by nineteen sword-holding gangsters. At that time, I was desperate and rushed up with a sense of courage. Then, guess how do you find it?"

"You knocked them all down?" Wang Bo asked.

"Fuck, do you think it's a TV show? I only knocked down six of them and was injured by others. If someone hadn't helped me, I would have died at that time."

Wang Bo:...

The old man continued, "Do you know, how many years did I practice martial arts at that time?"

Without waiting for Wang Bo to answer, the other party touched his two ten fingers up and down.

"Ten years, a full ten years, I was not afraid at that time. It was no problem to hit more than a dozen big men with bare hands and fists with my own kung fu, but after the other party took out the knife, I was almost cut to death. Now tell me, if you want to hit more than a dozen strong men with guns in a month, you are here to tease me."

"Not to mention me, even if the ancestor of Baguazhang Dong Haichuan was reborn and the grandmaster of Tai Chi Yang Luchan was alive, he still had to avoid it when facing more than a dozen big men holding guns. I, Baguazhang, had an ancestor who could be called a master of a generation, but was killed by foreign devils' guns."

"You said that you can practice more than a dozen strong men's martial arts in one month, and only appear in martial arts novels."

Wang Bo knew that what he said was right. Traditional martial arts may really have their limits. He is not the opponent of more than a dozen men. But the problem is that what Wang Bo is looking for is not traditional martial arts, but the easter egg left by the gods.

Maybe there is really martial arts in martial arts novels.

Wang Bo said calmly: "Senior Li, I know what you said is right. What I want to ask is, you don't know what martial arts in Hong Kong can make people very powerful in a short period of time, or are there any masters of qigong and internal strength? Even if you don't believe it, there will always be such rumors."

The old man thought for a while and said, "If you tell me the rumors, there will be too many. I also heard that someone can go to heaven. Do you believe it?"

Wang Bo said without thinking: "Please tell me carefully, Senior Li."

Old man:...

In the end, Wang Bo picked up some unreliable rumors from the old man's mouth and happily used these rumors to verify them.

At first, the other party was unwilling to say that it was not until Wang Bo took out the police certificate that the other party told Wang Bo some rumors.

Finally, he also told Wang Bo not to be deceived by these rumors.
Chapter completed!