Chapter 7

The memories of his previous owner surged up in Nie Feng’s mind, making him incomparably emotional.

If you want to become a star martial artist, you can’t do it without the guidance and teaching of a famous teacher. Joining a local martial arts dojo has become the goal of countless teenagers.

Nie Erwa used to be a student at Wanan Martial Arts Center, but unfortunately, he only learned a set of introductory body-forging techniques. The most crucial and important “Sacred sense technique” was very difficult to break through, so he had to give up.

The reason why he abandoned himself to the streets and turned into a shabby wanderer in the eyes of others, in fact, had a great relationship with the Wanan martial arts school.

When he came back here, although the soul had long been replaced, the memories of his predecessor were becoming clearer and clearer.

Suppressing the inner fluctuations, Nie Feng went forward and lifted the door ring and tapped it twice, not lightly but heavily.

Creak ~

The small door on the right side of the front door opened halfway, and a small head with a hair bun poked out.

Nie Feng smiled and said, “Little Zhuo, it’s been a long time!”

The little gatekeeper first froze, and then revealed a surprised expression, “Brother Nie, what brings you here?”

Nie Feng said, “I’m here to pay my respects to Master Wan.”

“Ah?”

The gatekeeper couldn’t help but be taken aback, and his mouth opened wide in a very cute manner.

Nie Feng laughed heartily and reached out to touch the other party’s little head.

The real name of the little Zhuo is Wang Zhuo, he is the only grandson of old Wang, who is the head gatekeeper of the Wanan Martial Arts Center. Since childhood little Zhuo is smart and sensible, always helping his grandfather watch the door, so the people in the martial arts center really like him.

During the time when Nie Feng was learning at the martial arts school, Little Zhuo was the one who had the best relationship with Nie Erwa.

“Little Zhuo, who are you talking to?”

At this time, a questioning voice came from the martial arts school compound: “Don’t open the door for others indiscriminately!”

Little Table hurriedly opened the small door completely and turned his head to the person inside and said, “It’s Nie brother who is here!”

“Nie brother?”

The person who asked was obviously puzzled, but when he saw Nie Feng, who came through the door, it suddenly dawned on him.

“Nie Erwa, it’s actually you! Why are you back?”

Nie Feng clasped his fist to the other party and saluted, “Senior Brother Chen, it’s been a long time!”

Inside the gate of the Wan An Martial Hall was the martial arts arena. Except for a gigantic tree planted along the south wall, the rest of the area was paved with hard green stone bricks for the disciples to practice their martial arts skills and compete in sparring matches.

Since the Wanan Martial Arts Center has been opened here for decades, many of the bricks are broken or dented, looking very old, but there are still nearly 30 martial arts disciples practicing here.

The previous Nie Feng left the martial arts school just over half a year ago, so he knew most of the people here.

Of course, most of the disciples are also familiar with him.

The senior surnamed Chen nodded with a faint smile and asked bluntly, “What are you doing here?”

Nie Feng replied quietly, “I’m here to formally pay my respects to Master Wan.”

There were two main ways to learn martial arts at a martial arts school, the first was to pay tuition fees and learn martial arts under a unified arrangement, with no restrictions on qualifications or status, which was the case with Nie Feng’s predecessor.

The second is to formally pay homage to a master. This situation is completely different, because the real master-disciple relationship is very serious. Star martial artists who select their own disciples often have very high requirements of talent and character. Even identity and background are taken into consideration.

The Wanan Martial School has recruited hundreds of disciples, but those who can become the personal disciples of Wan Shangzhi, the master of the school, can be counted on two hands, and each of them is considered an elite member of the martial school.

“Formal obeisance to Master Wan… Oh!”

Before Senior Chen could answer, a laugh full of ridicule rang out behind him.

“Nie Erwa, have you been out there for so long that you’ve even forgotten what kind of trash you are?”

The crowd that had just gathered parted, and a man in a green shirt and a young girl in a white dress walked over.

“Senior Brother, Senior Sister!”

The disciples of the martial arts school saluted and greeted the duo with a respectful demeanor.

The green-shirted man was in his twenties, with a haughty look on his face, and his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Nie Feng.

Nie Feng first looked blank, then smiled blandly and said, “Senior Brother Zhang, you’re here too?”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he nodded to the white-skirted girl next to the green-shirted man and said, “Senior Sister Wan.”

Although he looked calm and collected on the surface, Nie Feng’s heart wasn’t calm.

The green-shirted man was Wan Shangzhi’s eldest disciple Zhang Mo, while the white-skirted girl was Wan Shangzhi’s daughter Wan Yunfang, who was similar in age to Nie Feng and was known as the flower of the Wanan Martial School for her outstanding beauty.

When Nie Feng predecessor entered the martial arts school to learn, his young self had a crush on Wan Yunfang. The result was Zhang Mo beat and humiliated him, forcing him to leave the martial arts school.

Zhang Mo is narrow-minded, he considers himself to be the mantle inheritor of Wan Shangzhi, and has been pursuing Wan Yunfang. This is why he could not tolerate Nie Feng’s predecessor hanging around in front of the latter, and used a lot of despicable means against Nie Feng’s predecessor.

Nie Feng originally thought that he did not need to bother with his predecessor’s grudges and grievances. Now it seems that he still thought too simply, perhaps it was a mistake to return to Wan An martial arts school today.

Wan Yunfang did not have any good feelings about Nie Feng , and nodded expressionlessly in response.

Zhang Mo, however, became more and more upset as he stared at Nie Feng and said, “Nie Erwa, Master is out visiting his friends and is not here today. Even if he is, he will not accept you, a local ruffian, so don’t be delusional!”

His words were harsh and unpleasant. Several of the martial arts school disciples next to him could not help but snicker.

Wan Yunfang frowned, but didn’t say anything.

Nie Feng knew that if the master of the school was out, then the martial school would close its doors and refuse guests to let the disciples practice on their own. So what Zhang Mo said should be the truth.

But this kind of malicious mockery from the other side made a sudden surge of anger rise in his heart!

“What? Not convinced?”

Zhang Mo keenly noticed the look in Nie Feng’s eyes and immediately mocked, “Then let me see what skills you’ve gotten, that you dare to run back to the martial arts school to pay respect to master!”

In fact, he felt some difference between the present Nie Feng and the past one, but did not take it to heart at all, and leapt forward to teach Nie Feng a lesson. He wanted to beat the latter to the ground and knock out his teeth to teach him a lesson!

If it was the old Nie Erwa, he might have been stimulated by Zhang Mo’s words, but the current Nie Feng is calm and mature, how could he fall for Zhang Mo’s poorly thought out provocation?

He did not pay attention to Zhang Mo’s words, said with a smile, “Since the Wan Pavilion master is not here, then I will say goodbye.”

After saying that, Nie Feng turned around and left, cleanly and without any delay.

It’s not like Wan An is the only martial arts school in Nan Yuan City, so why would he want to tangle with someone like Zhang Mo?

However, Even if Nie Feng wants to leave, Zhang Mo is not agreeable – he has not had enough fun!

“Nie Erwa, why are you in such a hurry? We haven’t seen each other for a long time, let’s get close first!”

The senior brother of the Wanan Martial School said, while stepping forward to catch up with Nie Feng. His claw like hands reached towards Nie Feng’s right shoulder like lightning, using 30-40 percent of his strength.

Zhang Mo did not want Nie Feng’s life, but he wanted to catch him and put him on the ground, so that Nie Feng would kneel at his feet and make a fool of himself.

He did not think it would be difficult to do this.

But what Zhang Mo never expected was that his imperative strike fell short!

Just when Zhang Mo’s claw was about to touch Nie Feng’s shoulder, Nie Feng twisted around as if he had been prepared, just in time to avoid the former’s attack.

Zhang Mo immediately froze.

His eyes met with Nie Feng, and the sneer in the latter’s eyes gave him a feeling of losing control!

Bang!

Under everyone’s incredulous eyes, Nie Feng suddenly swung his hand and heavily slapped Zhang Mo’s chest with a palm, sending this Eldest Brother flying straight out and falling to the ground five or six steps away in a wretched state.

“Star martial artist!”

A martial school disciple shouted out loud, his expression as if he had seen a ghost in daylight.

In fact, even without his reminder, everyone present had already seen the faint light coming from Nie Feng’s right palm that hadn’t been retracted – star energy!

Zhang Mo is a black iron warrior who had condensed star energy in his XingYuan Pulse. If Nie Feng is not a star martial artist, then his strength would not be strong enough to blast away Zhang Mo so easily.