Wu Hui chuckled and said, "Mr. Tang, you're kidding, right? Is that how you learned it? Watching videos? Reading books?"
"Yes, this kind of book can be bought in bookstores." Tang Xiaobao said as a matter of course.
Everyone laughed together.
Zhong Xue was also there, and her expression looked a little grim.
She finally realized that Wu Hui didn't seem to be friendly.
"It seems that Mr. Tang is really joking." Wu Hui said with a smile.
Tang Xiaobao also frowned.
He also sensed something was amiss, so he asked, "Teacher Wu, what do you mean? You don't seem to believe me? Just tell me, what do you want to see? Boxing? Swords? Knives? Kicks? Finger techniques? Palm techniques? As long as you can name a famous one, I can show you a set of them."
Hey, you dare to look down on Master Tang?
Let me open your eyes today!
snort!
Tang Xiaobao felt unhappy when he saw everyone laughing. Isn't this making a fool of himself?
I'm communicating with you sincerely, and you still want to embarrass me?
You are so unkind!
Zheng Ping wanted to say something, but Zhao Haiyang held him back and said with a smile, "No, it's so nice to watch a show. We're not in a hurry."
"Aren't you afraid of a conflict between them? Wu Hui is such a stubborn ass!"
Zheng Ping smiled bitterly.
"No, don't worry, we are just spectators, not referees." Zhao Haiyang blinked.
Wu Hui's smile faded, and he said, "How about Mr. Tang, can you perform a sword show for us? In the play, you use a sword."
Tang Xiaobao said: "Okay! What kind of swordsmanship do you want to see? Bodhidharma swordsmanship? Seven Star swordsmanship? Eight Diagrams swordsmanship? Tai Chi swordsmanship? Longhua swordsmanship..."
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