Fist Art, Participating in Competition

Looking at Bell again, Old Liu's eyes lit up as if he had seen a rare treasure.

Seeing that Bell seemed to be interested in his punch, Old Liu smiled and said, "How is it? Do you want to learn that punch?"

Bell quickly replied excitedly.

"Of course. You're willing to teach me? Are you sure it's this move? "

Zhang Weiguo couldn't help but frown when he heard the conversation between the old and young.

Good lord, was someone here to snatch his person?

However, he remembered that Bell was not a professional athlete.

Moreover, the inheritance of martial arts was very difficult.

His friend found a perfect inheritor, so he could not argue.

The group quickly arrived at Zhang Weiguo's residence.

The few of them sat on the sofa and Old Liu looked at Bell.

"Your physique is indeed very good. Moreover, you're young, and your future is limitless, but the prerequisite is that you practice martial arts diligently."