Chapter 180 Look at the strength
"Oh, yes, I have to make myself familiar with the crowd."

Zhang Wuwu thought about it and touched his chin. "You only came to Zhang's martial arts gym yesterday. It's normal that they don't know you."

Ji Chenxing nodded and looked at Awei and Yueyue.

"Now you two know who I am, right?"

Awei and Yueyue looked at each other. They were as well-behaved as little chicks, and no longer as arrogant as they had been when they first looked at Ji Chenxing.

"Master."

The two men bent down slightly, clasped their fists towards Ji Chenxing, and performed a etiquette used by the Zhang family to express respect.

Although they saluted, both of them still felt a little dissatisfied with Ji Chenxing.

The age difference between the three people is less than five years. Why can the youngest Ji Chenxing be called the master by them?
Has Ji Chenxing practiced martial arts for many years? Is it possible that her martial arts skills are not as good as mine?

Many questions popped up in Yueyue's mind.

Ji Chenxing also saw what Yueyue was thinking, but time was limited today, so she smiled faintly and said nothing.

Just as Zhang Wuwu said, there were a lot of people in Zhang's Martial Arts School today.

After resolving the issue of Xingyimen, Zhang Wuwu felt much more relaxed. There was nothing important happening today, so Zhang Wuwu took Ji Chenxing for a tour around the Zhang family martial arts gym.

The purpose is to make Ji Chenxing more familiar to the public and prevent anyone from disrespecting Ji Chenxing in the future.

Ji Chenxing didn't stay in Zhang's martial arts school for too long. After all, she was anxious to travel back to ancient times.

She just made herself familiar with the crowd, and after Zhang Wuwu introduced her identity, she went to Zhang's warehouse.

Today, the Zhang family has grown and become stronger. In addition to students with the surname Zhang in their own family, there are many other students recruited.

These students are different from the children of the Zhang family. They have not been exposed to the Zhang family precepts, so they don’t respect Ji Chenxing that much.

On the way to the warehouse, Ji Chenxing heard their whispers a lot.

"This person doesn't look very old, how come he is so senior?"

"Who knows? Could it be that my family bought it again?"

"Don't you know this person? She is Ji Chenxing, who appeared on a variety show some time ago. She's quite impressive."

"Variety shows? Fan clubs again? Tsk, I look down on those in their fan clubs, what's so great about them?"

"But she knocked Ji Yunfan down in just a few moves. You know Ji Yunfan, the one who sang, he's a black belt in Taekwondo!"

"It must be a script. How can it be so amazing? Even if it's not a script, Taekwondo is just so-so. There's nothing much to say."

"..."

A few brave students came out from behind the crowd.

These guys all seemed to be in their twenties. The clothes they wore were all branded. They looked like young masters from wealthy families and looked a bit dandy.

Several people stood in front of Ji Chenxing, blocking his way.

"Hey, Grandpa." The leading boy was called Ji Chenxing.

His hair was dyed dark brown, and he spoke in a nonchalant manner, "I call you Grandmaster, but this title of Grandmaster cannot be in vain. You have to show us your strength."

Zhang Wuwu frowned. This boy named Song Xiaoran was smart and a quick learner of martial arts, but he was always arrogant and conceited, acting as if he was the most powerful person in the world.

That would be fine, but Song Xiaoran is also impatient. Often, he would fight with others just because of a disagreement. Zhang Wuwu's face darkened. He was afraid that Song Xiaoran would offend Ji Chenxing, so he tried to stop him, but was rejected by Ji Chenxing.

Ji Chenxing could imagine that because of her age, people in the martial arts gym would doubt her strength.

Now is the best time to prove her strength.

"Want to see my strength?" Ji Chenxing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who are you? You also want to see my strength."

This sentence undoubtedly annoyed Song Xiaoran.

It just so happened that they were in a martial arts gym and the floor was covered with cushions. Song Xiaoran got angry and clenched his fist to hit Ji Chenxing in the face.

Song Xiaoran came to Zhang's Martial Arts School not too early, but he was smart enough and learned things the fastest except for Zhang Yuelin.

If he wasn't too dissolute, Song Xiaoran would definitely be the study committee member in Zhang's martial arts school.

It was precisely because of Song Xiaoran's outstanding abilities that the students of Zhang's Martial Arts School were all nervous.

On the one hand, they were worried that Song Xiaoran was too strong, and Ji Chenxing looked weak, and might be knocked to the ground by Song Xiaoran and make a fool of himself.

On the other hand, they were also worried that if Song Xiaoran offended Ji Chenxing, it would be equivalent to offending Zhang Wuwu, and Song Xiaoran might end up in a bad way.

The only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed, and the key to Song Xiaoran's punch is speed.

All the students present could recognize that in the common practice competitions in the martial arts school, Song Xiaoran relied on his "accelerated version" of Zhang family boxing to win the competitions time and time again.

Ji Chenxing was in a hurry and didn't have time to waste with him. Song Xiaoran's fist was fast, which was exactly what Ji Chenxing wanted.

Ji Chenxing was not afraid of him at all. She stretched out her palm against Song Xiaoran's fist and used her strength to change the direction of Song Xiaoran's fist.

When Song Xiaoran realized that something was wrong, it was too late. Ji Chenxing directly grabbed Song Xiaoran's elbow.

The next second, Ji Chenxing exerted force, and there was a "click" sound, and Song Xiaoran felt a pain in his arm...

Dislocated!
This little girl... Song Xiaoran didn't have time to think about it and gritted his teeth in shame and anger.

Faced with Song Xiaoran's gnashing of teeth, Ji Chenxing didn't care and even smiled at him.

The smile was harmless, and even had a bit of the warmth of the spring sun, which even stunned Song Xiaoran for a moment.

"Still fighting?" Ji Chenxing asked.

Song Xiaoran shook his dislocated arm. Although he hissed in pain, he suddenly laughed.

To be fair, Song Xiaoran looks pretty good, a little handsome, the type of obedient little puppy.

It’s just that he is not satisfied with his image, and he usually has a sullen face, so as not to let his puppy temperament show.

He always thought that he was a handsome and cool person, until he met Ji Chenxing, he suddenly felt that the girl in front of him seemed to be more handsome than himself in temperament.

Facing Ji Chenxing, his aura couldn't help but soften, and even his smile became somewhat sweet.

"No more fighting, no more fighting." Song Xiaoran showed a cute fang when he smiled.

"I give up, that is..." Song Xiaoran pointed to his arm, "I was thinking, why don't we go to the hospital first?"

Ji Chenxing smiled and did not answer Song Xiaoran. He looked around at the crowd that had quieted down.

"Now, is there anyone who wants to test my strength?"