But the little old man shook his head and denied: "It's half a local, I struggled in Jinzhou City for a while when I was young, but then I moved away with my family after some achievements." ”

Speaking of this, the little old man sighed with emotion.

Chen Wangbei nodded with a light smile and didn't speak, in fact, with his eyes on people, he was confident, this old man was definitely not ordinary.

But he didn't delve into this, and after looking at the time, Chen Wangbei said: "It's not too early, old man, it's time for me to leave." ”

"Wait, Mr. Chen, this is the old man's business card, when Mr. goes to Jianghai City, you can contact the old man." ”

Just as Chen Wangbei turned around and was about to leave, Ji Pengtao shouted from behind.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a black business card with gold trim from his pocket and handed it to Chen Wangbei with both hands.

Chen Wangbei stretched out his hand to take the name plate, looked at the name card, and said, "Quanchen Group." ”

"That's right, the old man is the honorary chairman of the Quanchen Group, although he has retired, but he still has a little face, if Mr. Chen needs help in the future, just contact me. ”

The little old man laughed.

"Okay. ”

Chen Wangbei also nodded with a smile, then picked up the business card and left.

After Ji Pengtao looked at Chen Wangbei's back getting farther and farther away, the corners of his mouth that were originally smiling slowly converged, and he said something behind his back.

"Master Mo, what do you think?"

The old man's words were very inexplicable, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to others.

The breeze blew, and just as Ji Pengtao's words fell, suddenly in a shade, an old man in a robe with a fairy wind and bones walked out.

At the moment when the old man came out, the screams around him stopped.

"What do you think, master?"

After the ink master walked out, he looked in the direction where Chen Wangbei disappeared and asked rhetorically.

"Very nice. ”

Ji Pengtao's eyes narrowed, and he praised without hesitation.

"Oh, so high-rated?"

Mo Shi was surprised, he knew Ji Pengtao's temper, he rarely praised young people, even if he praised it, it was just an understatement.

And this time, in front of this young man, he actually said these three words very well without hesitation, you know, the heirs of Ji Pengtao's family are not one hundred but eighty, and I really haven't heard him say these three words to any of his juniors.

One can imagine how difficult it is to get his approval.

"It's not that he has a high evaluation, it's that he has that strength. ”

Ji Pengtao shook his head, raised his steps and walked forward slowly, and the ink master followed closely behind him with his backhand.

He smiled lightly: "Because of that hand Tai Chi?"

"But that's not all. ”

Ji Pengtao shook his head with a faint smile, and then suddenly made a thunderous move, but this time the action was countless times faster than the previous Tai Chi boxing.

"Want to make a comparison?"

Mo Lao looked at the palm that suddenly came, just smiled faintly, and then swung down, and a Tai Chi push hand wanted to push Ji Pengtao's attack back.

"Master, are you still here? I will practice Tai Chi soon, you can't beat me. ”

Mo Shi smiled confidently, but in the next second, he suddenly looked sideways.

Hurriedly put away a backflip and jumped back.

But Ji Pengtao didn't back down, sticking to him tightly like a maggot attached to a bone.

"Wait, stop!"

After hundreds of backflips in a row, the ink master finally couldn't hold on anymore and shouted out of breath.

Ji Pengtao held his hand when he heard Master Mo shouting to stop, stood up straight and smiled at him: "How is it?"

"How can it be so powerful?"

At this moment, Mo Shi was shocked, every time he fought with Ji Pengtao before, he was completely abusive, why was he beaten back this time?

"Hehe, what Mr. Chen taught me just now, Tai Chi, is endless. ”

Ji Pengtao touched his beard and smiled.

Master Mo was full of disbelief, shook his head and said, "How long will it take for you to improve your Tai Chi so much?"

"Why? Don't believe it? Why don't you do it again?"

Ji Pengtao saw that the ink master didn't believe it, so he invited Zhan Dao again.

"Okay, I don't need Tai Chi this time, I'm weak!"

Mo Shi nodded, and then pulled out his posture and prepared to start working with Ji Pengtao again.

"Weak?"

"Master Mo, that's called four or two thousand catties!"

Ji Pengtao shook his head speechlessly, and then moved his hand quickly, and quickly hit the ink master.

Mo Shi's face remained unchanged, and suddenly a horse stepped out, and then his wide robe moved without wind.

"Master of the family, I won't do anything, if you can use Tai Chi to knock down my Tiebuzha, even if I lose, okay?"

Mo Shi looked at Ji Pengtao with a smile on his face.

Ji Pengtao was fearless, nodded and said, "Okay, what if you lose?"

"I'll give you that bottle of wild ginseng wine that has been treasured for many years. ”

Mo Shi Hao smiled heartily.

"Yes. ”

Ji Pengtao also nodded with satisfaction.

"And what if you lose?"

Mo Shi asked rhetorically.

"What do you want to do?"

Ji Pengtao said.

"It's easy, it's been less than two months since the next Strange Treasure Pavilion was opened again, you can let me choose a few treasures at random where I am. ”

Mo Shi laughed.

"Strange Treasure Pavilion?"

When Ji Pengtao heard this, he immediately gasped, and then glared at the ink master angrily, and said: "You old boy is really a lion's mouth, and the things there are tens of millions of dollars, even if our Ji family has money, it may not be able to buy it.

Besides, the way of trading there is different every time, and who knows how it will be traded this year?

Ji Pengtao said angrily.

Seeing that Ji Pengtao's almost violent appearance was also full of black lines, Master Mo changed his words and said: "Okay, okay, just one piece, you hurry up, I want to see how much that kid makes you Tai Chi." ”

Ji Pengtao snorted coldly, ignored him, and slapped his palm on the ink master's chest with all his momentum.

Syllable!

A not-so-clear sound sounded, and then ...... And then there was no more.

Mo Shi looked down at the palm imprinted on his chest, was stunned for a moment, and then said a little speechlessly: "That's it?"

"What's the hurry, there's more. ”

Ji Pengtao suddenly smiled.

Just as he finished saying this, a muffled snort suddenly sounded from the ink master's body.

Immediately afterwards, the ink master flew upside down, sliding on the ground for several meters before stopping.

Burst!

Wow!

Mo Shi only felt a tightness in his chest, and then his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"you, vomiting blood?"

Mo Shi touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, his eyes widened, and his heart was terrified, he was the peak of a dignified martial artist!

Ji Pengtao also never expected his palm to be so powerful, so he came to Master Mo in three steps and two steps, and said with a concerned face: "Old Mo, are you okay?" ”

Mo Shi ignored him, but grabbed Ji Pengtao's arm and probed his pulse.

After a while, Master Mo let go of Ji Pengtao's arm with a frightened expression, and said incredulously: "Family master, you ...... You've got the inner strength!"