In a luxurious living room, Ding Lao was walking around restlessly.

Just now he made a few more calls to Wang Jian, but no one answered, which made him particularly worried about Wang Jian's safety.

He is in his early sixties this year, and he no longer accepts apprentices, Wang Jian is his closed disciple, and the most rare thing is that this disciple respects him very much and has the ability to solve many things for him, so he is very important to Wang Jian.

His kung fu is profound, and it is inevitable that some people will ask him to do something unseemly, but he is a principled person, if it is not for some fame and some background, it is difficult to meet him.

is like Zhao Wei who came to ask him for help last time, because he has some relationship with Zhao Wei's father, and the amount of the check that Zhao Wei took out is considerable, all kinds of factors add up, so he reluctantly helps him once.

In recent years, when encountering such things, Wang Jian often took action, but this time, the result of the matter was beyond his expectations.

When he thought of this, Ding Lao couldn't help but regret a little, he knew that he would go there in person and kill the kid surnamed Wu to finish the job, so why let Wang Jian do it?

A car stopped outside the gate of his house, and Ding Lao walked out of the living room and stood outside to watch.

The car door opened, and a young man Shi Shiran stepped out of the car, he stood aside, and two more people got out of the car, and a person came down from the back seat.

Ding Lao's eyes were sharp, and he recognized at a glance that the two people were carrying it was his beloved disciple Wang Jian!

Ye Lei's two bodyguards carried Wang Jian, and as soon as they walked into the door, they heard a loud shout, they looked up in amazement, and saw an old man with round eyes and a hideous face, pounced on them.

The old man's movements were so fast, the two bodyguards felt that they just blinked their eyes, and the old man had already rushed in front of them, and then he divided his hands, and as soon as his hands were raised, the palm wind came to his face.

Ding Lao saw that his beloved disciple was unconscious, and the blood was dripping under him, he was anxious and angry, and he couldn't help but be angry, and he didn't ask who the person carrying Wang Jian was—in short, he was not a friend, and he slapped him.

The two bodyguards didn't have time to react at all, and seeing that they were about to be hit hard by Ding Lao, Wu Song kicked the ground on tiptoe, his body rushed forward like lightning, and his right foot kicked out, straight to Ding Lao's chest.

Ding Lao struck the two bodyguards with both palms, the middle door was wide open, and Wu Song's attack was aimed at his weakness, just to attack him.

Ding Lao saw that he was about to succeed, and suddenly a strong wind hit, he thought about it, and immediately judged that if he hit those two bodyguards, he would also be hit by this sudden kick, and this kick was amazing, and he couldn't bear it.

In desperation, he could only give up the target, put his palms together, and press down at the same time to defuse Wu Song's attack.

The two bodyguards were frightened for a moment, and they all knew that they had taken a turn before the ghost gate closed.

They have been bodyguards for many years, and they have all heard that there is an old man surnamed Ding who is proficient in kung fu in the local area, he has become famous in middle age, has an arrogant personality, and does things according to his own preferences.

It was rumored that there were several tragic incidents related to him in the past few years, but he was very good at kung fu, and a few big people usually needed his help, so they suppressed these things, and after a few years, it was over.

In the past two years, few people know the whereabouts of this old man surnamed Ding, who is said to be living in seclusion and practicing a profound exercise.

Now the two bodyguards got close to the old man who attacked them, saw his face clearly, and compared with the rumored Ding Laoyi, they already knew who he was in their hearts.

"You old man, you want to rob my prisoner without asking, are you still unreasonable?" Wu Song preemptively: "Seeing that you are also old, how do you still act as impulsive as a hairy young man?"

Ding Lao reluctantly suppressed the anger in his heart: "You are the kid surnamed Wu?"

Wu Song nodded and shook his head again.

Ding Lao blinked, not knowing what he meant.

"Ahem!" Wu Song coughed twice, and then said: "My surname is Wu, which is true, but you call me a kid, it is too impolite, so I shook my head." ”

"Okay, good!" Ding Lao was so angry with him that he died: "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth, okay, I have seen it." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Wu Song didn't care: "So, you are his master?"

Ding Lao reminded Wu Song, and then he remembered that Wang Jian on the side was still unconscious, and as soon as he wanted to make a move, Wu Song's two eyes stared at him.

"If you dare to rob someone without my permission, Lao Tzu will kick him to death!" Wu Song raised his foot and was about to kick: "Do you want to try whether you are fast or I am fast?"

Wu Song was standing by Wang Jian's side, and Ding Lao was two steps away from them, and he really had to make a hard move, I was afraid that after Wu Song kicked Wang Jian to death, he would be able to fight back against him.

Ding Lao reminded himself to calm down: "What do you want to do?"

"Hey, it's pretty much the same, the situation is stronger than people, and the current scene is clearly that I have the advantage, you're so honest!"

The two bodyguards standing next to Wu Song glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

They knew that Wu Song's kung fu was powerful, but they didn't know how powerful it was, and they were a little worried when they saw that he showed no mercy to the famous Ding Lao.

"You!" Wu let go and pointed at Ding Lao: "Call now, call me that bastard Zhao Wei immediately!"

Ding Lao smiled yin: "Hmph, he asked me to help him avenge him, and I just want him to see with his own eyes how you died in my hands." ”

When Ding Lao finished calling, Wu Song instructed the bodyguards to carry Wang Jian over.

Ding Lao hurriedly leaned over to check his injuries, and when he raised his head again, the anger burning in his eyes seemed to burn Wu Song alive!

"Damn, you dead old man, why do you look at me like this? If you scare Lao Tzu into having nightmares, I'll not be done with you!"

"You beat Wang Jian into a cripple, not only can he not do it in his life, but it is very difficult for him to take care of himself, you, you are too vicious!"

"You still have the face to say!" Wu Song sneered: "Who is this, Wang Jian, who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, just attack me, he actually dares to attack my sister, a little girl who has not yet reached adulthood, yes, I didn't want his life because his ancestor burned high incense." ”

He squinted at Ding Lao: "You dead old man, a mouth on the phone is to kill my whole family and pick my skin, this surnamed Wang is so cruel, it seems that it is also the result of your master's teaching!"

Ding Lao was speechless for a while.

Wu Song is really right, usually he not only teaches Wang Jian kung fu, but also "earnestly teaches" him, no matter who the opponent is, he must start to die.

Don't be afraid if the other party dies, there is a master behind you, even if the other party doesn't deserve to die, be sure to be disabled and seriously injured, so that the opponent will hide when he sees your shadow in the future, and he will not dare to look at you directly.

Glancing at Wang Jian again, Ding Lao shook his head, put him aside, and never looked at him again.

The two bodyguards looked at each other again, and they were both shocked by Ding Lao's cold-blooded heart.

Ding Lao is the master of this surnamed Wang, he was still moving ** people a moment ago, but now he finds out that he has become a disabled person, and he immediately ignores it, this is too careless!

Wu Song put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he didn't care about Wang Jian's life or death, anyway, he had already sent people away, and he couldn't care what others did to him.

There was a sound outside the gate, and then Zhao Wei ran in.

As soon as he saw Wu Song subconsciously dodging to the side, and then saw Ding Lao standing on the side with a gloomy expression, he immediately came to his senses.

"The surname is Wu!" he pointed at Wu Song and scolded: "You rely on yourself to have a little effort, and beat my son to the point that he doesn't dare to go to school, I will see how you die today!"

After speaking, he changed his sycophantic smile: "Old Ding, this kid, you are going to beat him to death today and avenge me!"

"You stand aside!" Ding Lao not only hated Wu Song because he felt sorry for what happened to Wang Jian, but also angry with Zhao Wei, if this bastard didn't come to the door and let him deal with this kid surnamed Wu, his apprentice would not have ended up in such a miserable end.

He didn't say that he coveted the large sum of money sent by Zhao Wei, so he did it to Wu Song.

"Okay, the kid surnamed Wu, someone has also called you, if you have any last words, please explain it quickly!"

Ding Lao's face was calm, his eyes were calm, and he was carefree.

"Boy, you're very good at talking, and now, it's your turn to see how powerful I am!"

Wu Song touched his nose and said disapprerovingly: "Dead old man, you are just a beginner in the transformation realm, what are you pretending to be in front of me?"

Ding Lao was shocked when he heard this, yes, he is a beginner in the transformation realm, but, don't say that in this place in Jiangnan, even Longhua Kingdom is a rare existence, how can this kid surnamed Wu see his details at a glance?

Could he ...... Is it also a transformation realm?

But how is this possible? This kid is only in his early twenties at most.

"Hehe, no matter what stage I am, it's enough to kill you!" Ding Lao is a master, he immediately gathered his mind, the enemy is in front of him, he can't be distracted by the other party's words.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hands, each inch raised, the momentum increased by one point, and when he stood with his palms in front of his chest, the momentum reached its peak.

The small flowers and grass around him trembled without wind, and then, a thunderous sound sounded.

"Hit!"

Ding Lao took a step forward and slapped a palm.

This punch seems simple, but it contains great power, and before the person got close to Wu Song, a majestic force quickly attacked him.

is also a master of the transformation realm, even though the opponent's strength is lower than his own, but Wu Song does not look down on the opponent because of this.

Competitions between masters can change rapidly, and sometimes a little accident can lead to different results.

Wu Song took a step forward against the palm wind, bowed forward and kicked back, his hands clenched into fists, and crossed in front of his chest.

With a muffled sound of "bang", an invisible force field spread out around the two of them, and the nearby flowers and plants flew into the air in an instant as if they had encountered a twelfth-level typhoon.

"Okay, take my palm again!" Ding Lao shouted wildly, and slapped Wu Song with another palm.