Seeing that the opponent was this reaction, He Jia also didn't understand it very much, but he didn't have the momentum to accept it, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he secretly scolded Yang Xiaole for being a fool, even if he practiced the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, and was hit by his own punch, it would be either dead or injured, there was no exception!

The aura is as gentle as water, which can accommodate all things, wash away filth, drive away diseases, temper the body, and strengthen the physique. But it is also as fierce as fire, burning when touched, and exploding when touched, devouring all directions and destroying everything. It all depends on how the cultivator uses it.

He Jia spent his life exhausted, finally touched the threshold of qi refining, and climbed to the peak of the human limit, thinking that he had reached the fairyland, invincible in the world, and did not take any mortal in his eyes, and had the idea of changing his name to "He Shengren". As everyone knows, he is just a new glimpse, and in the cultivation realm, he is not even a fart!

Not to mention the cultivation realm, even Yang Xiaole in front of him didn't take him seriously!

The moment his aura was exerted, his realm was completely exposed in front of Yang Xiaole!

Qi refining period, one layer!

Ridiculous, pathetic!

In front of Yang Xiaole, who was at the fifth level of Qi refining, he could only be regarded as a child!

With a muffled sound of "bang", He Jia's punch hit Yang Xiaole's chest firmly.

However, the scene he expected did not appear, Yang Xiaole's figure was still upright, standing proudly in front of him, like a mountain, his punch was not painful or itchy on him, and he failed to shake him at all.

"This?"

He Jia's eyes couldn't help but widen, and the unbelieving one punched again, however, the result still did not change!

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turned out that you didn't dare to accept apprentices! Just you, you dare to accept apprentices?" Yang Xiaole slapped out a palm and landed on He Jia's shoulder, the latter's face changed instantly, his eyes bulged, as if he had been hit by a 100-ton truck, his body took off in a spiral, and after rotating 1080 degrees in the air, he crushed half of the high platform and rolled down.

"Huh?"

"it, Mr. He actually lost?"

"No, it won't!"

......

No one could have imagined that this would be the end result!

He Jia is the top kung fu master in Shengcheng, a generation of strange people, the only one who can compete with it is Yuan Shucheng, but even if Yuan Shucheng comes today, I believe that in the end, even if the two do not end in a draw, one side will win by luck after hundreds of rounds.

This Yang Xiaole is Yuan Shucheng's apprentice, why is he stronger than his master?

Pang Ruojun and Du Haihan hurriedly went to help He Jia, and found that the latter's eyes were dilated, and his face was pale lying on the ground, as if he had lost his mind, which was worse than fainting.

"Master?"

"Master, how are you?"

Pang Delin also nervously rushed over in a wheelchair to check He Jia's injuries. When he saw the latter's appearance, he angrily pointed at Yang Xiaole on the stage and shouted: "Where is Manager Wu? Call the police! Find Director Sun for me, arrest this kid, I will sue him!"

Hearing this, Dong Baiwan couldn't sit still, got up with a smile, and said, "Eh, Pang Dong, what do you mean by this? It's inevitable that you will be hurt by the competition, how can you arrest someone if you don't agree with each other?"

Poundlin asked with red eyes, "What? is he your man?"

"Pang Dong, you think too much, if this young man is my person, do you think I will be so low-key? Hahaha, just kidding, don't say so much, hurry up and send Mr. He to the hospital. Dong Baiwan neither admitted nor denied it, but his heart was beautiful, in fact, he still wanted to add "This is my future son-in-law", but the eight characters have not been skimmed, and Yang Xiaole may not know about it, so he is not embarrassed to mention it.

Several waiters carried He Jia out, this matter was destined to be an uproar, making tonight's banquet a large-scale gossip scene, Dong Baiwan invited Yang Xiaole to sit at his table, and enthusiastically introduced him to Du Wenkang.

Although Yang Xiaole injured Du Haihan before, which made Du Wenkang feel bad about him, but who can become a big man is not a massive Wang Han? Du Wenkang nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time he was also making a small calculation in his heart.

"Okay! I didn't expect that the little doctor not only has the magic hand of resurrecting the dead, but also has unparalleled kung fu, come, let me introduce you, this is my granddaughter, Du Zixi, my grandson, Du Haihan, you have fought before, Hanhan, quickly apologize to Mr. Yang, Xixi, pour wine for Mr. Yang, why are you sitting so far away? ”

Du Zixi is Du Haihan's cousin, the same age as Dong Jiajia, although her appearance is slightly inferior, but she knows more rules than Dong Jiajia.

Dong Baiwan hurriedly interjected: "Hey, that Jiajia, didn't you always say thank you to Yang Xiaole in person last time? Why are you so shy when you're so old, hurry, sit down next to Xiaole and toast him." ”

Yang Xiaole was pulled over by Dong Baiwan, and the two sat together, and at this moment Dong Baiwan hurriedly flashed people and left the position to Dong Jiajia. Who knew that Dong Jiajia was reluctant, and pouted: "I don't want it, I have already apologized to him, how can there be a second time." I'm not going, I'm just sitting here. ”

Dong Baiwan really can't wait to drag this girl up, how can she be so ignorant!

Dong Baiwan's departure undoubtedly left Yang Xiaole's left and right sides empty, Du Zixi sat on his left side, Pang Delin saw the stitches, and hurriedly said: "Wenwen, hurry, go and toast Mr. Yang, go quickly." ”

Pang Delin's granddaughter Pang Wenwen has neat short hair, giving people a neat and neat feeling, and she has not spoken much all the time, quietly waiting next to Pang Delin, and when he heard his grandfather say this, he immediately picked up his wine glass and walked towards Yang Xiaole.

However, the vacant seat was suddenly occupied by one person," Yang ...... Yang Xiaole: Is that you?"

The man held a glass of wine, looked at Yang Xiaole suspiciously, and slowly showed a sweet smile.

It's actually Zhao Wan'er!

"Are you?" Yang Xiaole also looked at each other suspiciously, at this time, both sides exuded a refreshing fragrance, whether it was left or right, they were all rare beauties in the world, which can be described as the pinnacle of life!

Zhao Wan'er's actions are tantamount to offending three bigwigs at the same time, and even Dong Baiwan, who has the best temper, can't help it at the moment, I gave up the position, you occupied it?

"I'm Zhao Cuihua!" Zhao Wan'er said excitedly: "Don't you remember me?" Wenyang Primary School, the second class of the third grade, the second class of the fourth grade, the second class of the fifth grade, the one who has been sitting in the corner of the first row?"

Yang Xiaole's mouth gradually widened, and the fragments of memory were pieced together little by little, "Oh! Yes...... You're that dirty crying slug?"