"Haha, you said it right. This is an opportunity to exercise and improve yourself." Fan Wei nodded and agreed with Tang Hao's point of view, "Just do your best."

"Yes, everything cannot be forced. There is naturally a difference between strength and weakness in level, but there is no difference between attitude. Yesterday, I, Dai Wenli, said to you that I am sorry for you. She is like this. She has liked to play pranks since she was a child, but she is kind by nature. Although she is as bad as a tomboy, from another point of view, there are not many women like her who dare to love and hate. I hope you don't care." Tang Hao said with great interest, "I really want to make friends with you, so I will play Yan Ershou in the same way that I know that you are worth making."

"Okay, since you treat me as a friend, I naturally treat you as a friend. As for Jiang Wenli's affairs, I didn't care much. Her father and I were friends of age, and I wouldn't be angry with her for the sake of her father." Fan Wei had no opinion or contact with Tang Hao, but one more friend is of course like one less enemy. If he can become Jiang Wenli's childhood friend, his natural family background is hard to say.

"You are Uncle Jiang's friend, which is enough to prove that you deserve to be my friend." Tang Haoxiao looked at Fan Wei with interest, observed the registration site around him before whispering, "Brother, I advise you not to be too high-profile here. This national martial arts competition is the annual event of martial arts people, and it is also a competition for major gangs to divide the interests of forces. I think you, a foreigner, should also try to open your eyes? With our original intentions, you must not be involved in the right and wrong."

"Well, you're right. I was planning to do this." Fan Weishen nodded in agreement. Originally, his master only asked him to participate in this competition, and did not necessarily require him to get a ranking. What's more, after knowing the mysterious capital forces such as Tianyu Tianlong, the idea of ​​winning glory for his master and winning reputation for Xingyi Martial Arts Hall was long gone.

Seeing Fan Wei going on like this, Tang Hao couldn't help but his eyes became a little comfortable, and he smiled, "Very good. If you can have this good kung fu, you are not arrogant or impatient. If you listen to other people's advice, it is indeed worth making friends like you. By the way, I heard you tell Master Yan Er in the mall yesterday that you are a student of Xingyiquan? You and I are quite destined to be together. Our family is also a branch of Xingyiquan. How dare you ask your brother which school of Xingyiquan you are? Maybe your master has some connection with our family."

"You? Are you also learning Xingyiquan?" Fan Wei was surprised by Tang Hao's question, but soon he seemed to think of something and suddenly realized, "By the way, your surname is Tang, and my master is Tang, it is very likely that you were a family eight hundred years ago?"

"Your master's surname is Tang? That's right. There are many branches of our Tang family, but the Tang family's Xingyiquan was passed down from ancestors. The authentic Xingyiquan is almost unborn. If your master's surname is Tang, that's right." Tang Hao said excitedly, "What's your master's name? Did you play Xingyiquan last night? Why have I never heard of the boxing routine? I have to go home and report to my father and grandpa."

Fan Wei knew it might be a little bad at the first time. I think his master is so good at living in such a remote mountainous county in Ping'an County, for a reason. If the Tang family in this capital had a marriage with his master in the past, wouldn't he be causing trouble for the master? Thinking of this, he immediately smiled perfunctorily, "It's impossible. My master is not famous at all, and I don't know the name. I only know that his surname is Tang. Maybe it's a branch passed down by your ancestors. Then, the way I punched yesterday was another boxing technique I learned secretly. Don't tell me, you have to keep it secret for me."

"Oh, so that's it." Tang Hao nodded thoughtfully and smiled happily, "Okay, then let's go and register first and then chat later."

"Okay, let's do it first." Fan Wei no longer wanted to continue the talk. Seeing that Tang Hao was intending to separate, he naturally hurriedly agreed.

The two were in two teams respectively. As time went by, it was soon their turn to register. The teams behind were more and more, and more contestants were obviously increasing. As there were more and more people, especially those who were all martial artists who practice kung fu, the noisy scene naturally became more and more intense. From time to time, the two sides started to quarrel like enemies, and then they even started to fight.

However, the competition was obviously very experienced. Two large arena areas were set up next to the registration office. The martial artists who had an argument went to the arena to fight each other when neither of them obeyed each other. The fierce fighting scene immediately caused cheers and screams from the applicants. Fan Wei could clearly see from this that the martial arts world in China was obviously cruel and chaotic. The water here was obviously not something that he, a contestant in a small county martial arts center, could flow casually. In places like Beijing, it would be better to be as low-key as possible.

Finally it was Fan Wei's turn to register. He walked to his desk and the staff responsible for receiving the registration were burying their heads writing something. He could only whisper, "That... I'm here to sign up for the national competition."

The staff member wrote hard for a long time before looking up, looked at Fan Wei like an idiot, rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think none of the people who appear here are here to participate in the national competition?"

"Uh..." Fan Wei was obviously defeated, but he obviously didn't mean to refute it. Because at this moment he realized that the staff who was receiving him was a very young and beautiful beauty, and a short-haired beauty. If she didn't look up, Fan Wei would obviously not know that the staff in front of him was actually a woman, and the beauty looked not old last year.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?" The short-haired beauty glared at Fan Wei in disgust, took a table directly from the drawer, picked up a pen and said, "Name, gender, ID number, martial arts experience, recommended sects, report it."
Chapter completed!