"What? Has this blind man ever offended Mr. Zeng?"

Hearing the anger in Zeng Shou's words, Tang Huanfeng's eyes rolled and he immediately started a new topic.

In his opinion.

If the two sides fought just because of this little grudge, Zeng Shou might even deliberately hold back because of Qin Xuan's identity as the Qin family's grandson.

But if the conflict between Qin Xuan and Zeng Shou could be further exacerbated, it would not be so easy for Qin Xuan to get through today safely.

And the fact was exactly as Tang Huanfeng thought.

When talking about what happened at that time, Zeng Shou felt extremely angry.

"I once happened to see this boy who didn't know the difference between respect and inferiority at a martial arts tournament."

"I saw that he had an extraordinary body and was a rare martial arts genius, so I invited him with kind words and wanted to take him in as my last disciple."

"But what about him?"

"Not only did he refuse me, but he also said in front of other Grand Masters that he would never change his master in his lifetime. He didn't even give me the slightest bit of face!"

"How can I bear this?"

"It's a pity that the competition just started and Supreme Ke passed by. Otherwise, I would let this brat know why I am a Grandmaster!"

"Now, this blind man has offended you, Young Master Tang San. It seems that even if I wanted to show him mercy today, it would be unreasonable!"

“Haha, that’s right!”

"Master Zeng, you should let this guy know the consequences of offending a grandmaster!"

The old and the young sang in unison, strangely creating a scene of joy and happiness.

Qin Xuan's breathing stagnated, and he thought to himself that these two people were really birds of a feather.

The laughter gradually stopped, Zeng Shou slowly turned around, snorted coldly at Qin Xuan, and acted like a grandmaster.

He stretched out his right index finger and hooked it upwards, "Boy, don't say that I'm bullying you. Since you have also reached the Grandmaster level, you should make the first move."

"But let me put it this way. Without a mentor like me, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to surpass me."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if he felt that what he said was so well-spoken, Zeng Shou couldn't help but burst into laughter.

But when he finished laughing and looked at Qin Xuan again, he found that the other party was actually discussing a movie with Guo Fan at this time and had no intention of paying any attention to him.

This made Zeng Shou feel like a clown, especially since there were so many people watching him!

"You are going too far, you little brat!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Zeng Shou immediately rushed towards Qin Xuan.

The Southern Style's Unknown Fist has always been known for its strength and ferocity. He was confident that even if Qin Xuan caught his punch, his internal organs would be shaken and he would instantly lose his fighting ability.

However, just as he rushed to Qin Xuan at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see with the naked eye, he found that Qin Xuan, who had just been talking to Guo Fan, suddenly disappeared.

By the time he reacted, he had already rushed to the front of the crowd and almost plunged into the crowd of onlookers.

"How is that possible?"

"How could he dodge my attack so easily?!"

Unable to believe his eyes, Zeng Shou changed his momentum again and rushed towards Qin Xuan's location, but the result was the same.

Whenever he felt that he was about to meet Qin Xuan, he would find that Qin Xuan was not there at all. He tried to go back and forth several times but was unsuccessful every time.

But what he didn't know was that in the eyes of the other people present, Qin Xuan had just been standing there talking to Guo Fan and had never moved at all.

Zeng Shou, who was eager to teach others a lesson, was running around the banquet hall like a headless fly.

After a few rounds, even Tang Huanfeng, who had high hopes for Zeng Shou, couldn't stand it anymore.

When the other party stopped in front of him, he quickly pulled his collar and reminded him: "Mr. Zeng, what are you doing?!"

"This guy is a little fast!" Zeng Shouhan said embarrassedly.

"But he just stood there without moving from beginning to end!"

"What?!"

"Is he a psychic or a master of illusion, not a martial arts master?!"

"If that's the case, then things might be a little difficult..."

As grandmasters, there are different restraint relationships between users of different abilities.

For example, the psychic and the master of illusion mentioned by Zeng Shou.

If they are at the same level, their mental power is far higher than that of grand masters who focus on martial arts.

This means that grand masters who practice martial arts are at a natural disadvantage when they encounter this type of people.

No matter how powerful your destructive power is, it is useless if you can't hit anyone.

Of course, this does not mean that when two types of people collide, the former will definitely win.

After all, apart from extraordinary mental powers, the physical bodies of psychics and illusion masters are generally fragile.

As long as the martial arts grandmaster seizes the opportunity, it would be very easy to get rid of them.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that not only do you have an outstanding foundation in martial arts, but your mental strength is also so strong!"

"I underestimated you."

"But do you think that you can easily subdue a martial arts grandmaster by using this mere mental induction?"

"You are so naive!"

"Today, I, Zeng Shou, will show you why my Southern Style Nameless Fist has been passed down for a hundred years and is famous throughout the south of the Yangtze River!"

"Open the protective qi for me!"

With a loud shout, lines of pale yellow protective energy slowly emerged from Zeng Shou's body.

In a short while, all areas including the head and feet were covered.

This is the protective energy unique to the martial arts grandmaster.

It’s similar to the principle of revealing the energy.

It’s just much more difficult than simply expressing your energy.

After all, when a grandmaster uses his energy, he usually seeks a short-term output for a split second.

As for the protective qi, one needs to output the essence of qi steadily for a long time so that it can form a dense protective film outside the body.

"With the existence of the protective qi, your illusion has no effect on me."

"I want to see how long you can withstand my blows now that you have lost your illusion!"

With a long roar, Zeng Shou once again gathered all his strength and attacked fiercely in the direction where Qin Xuan was.

The punches were like bullets fired from a gun.

The friction between the energy and the air made a series of rustling sounds.

But even though Zeng Shou's attack was so powerful, Qin Xuan still had no intention of taking it.

He continued to discuss the details of the casting with Guo Fan nonchalantly.

Zeng Shou's fist landed hard on Qin Xuan's chest amid the screams of the surrounding actresses.

"Ah! Murder!"

A visible wave of energy spread out in all directions. No matter how dumb those actresses were, they knew how powerful this punch was.

With a scream, the banquet hall suddenly became chaotic.

Jing Ge and others who were concerned about Qin Xuan looked extremely unhappy and took out their mobile phones to call 120. However, Tang Huanfeng, Xu Junan and others who looked down on Qin Xuan grinned grimly and were secretly happy.

Looking at the entire banquet hall, only Li Qingwan and Guo Fan remained calm and did not move at all.

After Zeng Shou stopped for a long time, the expression on his face gradually changed from pride to shock.

"You, you, you, who the hell are you?!"