The past is like a movie, and the scenes in front of me are like yesterday, clear and real.

Xuan Zhen gritted his teeth with hatred, reached out and held a porcelain cup containing hot tea on the coffee table next to him, and tightened it slightly, only to hear a "click" sound come out, and the porcelain cup in his hand disappeared in an instant, turning into white powder, and flowing out of the palm with the pale yellow tea.

Seeing this, Ji Guodong and the others looked at each other, with vegetables on their faces.

Ji Shidong praised sincerely: "Second brother, you really deserve to be a generation of grandmasters." ”

Xuan Zhen said hatefully: "Xiao Wenhan, this revenge is not a gentleman!" ”

Ji Moran saw that the success aroused the anger of Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, and said while the iron was hot: "Second uncle, do you regret it now that you didn't kill those three little bastards?" ”

Xuan Zhen's eyes were on fire, but he barely lit the air. "Lucky for them, they won't be so lucky next time." The rival is hateful, and the children of the rival are even more hateful!

"I heard that Qin Haoran's old horseman's martial arts have reached the rank of 'grandmaster'." Ji Moran glanced at the angry Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, and said without saying anything, "His 'Wind God Legs' have reached the point of being supernatural, I don't know if you can ...... second uncle."

The level of Chinese martial arts is divided into three ladders: martial arts, sects, and saints, and each ladder is divided into three small stages: husband, scholar, and division. In this way, it is divided into: martial arts, samurai, and martial artists; Grandmasters, Grandmasters, Grandmasters; There are nine levels of saints, saints, and saints.

Don't think that there are "saints", "saints", and "saints" after "grandmasters", just because the "grandmaster" level is very low. In the current Huaxia, there are very few martial arts masters who can reach the level of the "saint" character, and it is really rare.

Aeolian legs, and then Fengshen legs! Xuan Zhen Lao Dao hated so much that he almost vomited blood!

Ji Moran, this kid really lacks virtue, which pot is not opened.

Back then, Xuan Zhen Lao Dao was defeated by Xiao Wenhan with the stunt "Fengshen Legs" of "Qin Wumen". The past is vivid, but it is unbearable to look back.

Memories sometimes take courage. It's like tearing open a wound that has healed again, with heart-rending pain and heartbreaking blood!

Xuan Zhen's old face was hideous, and his old face was distorted and deformed. If it weren't for the stunt of "Qin Wumen", how could he lose so miserably!

"Those who hate others hate others hate the rest of them." In the heart of Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, "Qin Wumen" has also become a scapegoat, and he will want to get rid of it quickly.

"Even if Qin Haoran has already reached the 'Grandmaster' level, so what?" Xuan Zhen said arrogantly, "I can also break his leg and crush his ankle." ”

"Haha...... With the hand that the second uncle crushed the porcelain cup just now, it was entirely possible to crush Qin Haoran or Xiao Wenhan's ankle. Ji Moran praised, and then changed the conversation, "Second uncle, have you thought about it, if Xiao Wenhan and Qin Haoran join forces, are you sure to defeat them?" ”

Xuan Zhen's expression was suddenly stunned, and after a while, he snorted coldly: "Qin Haoran is also a generation of grandmasters, if he does such a shameless thing, he is not afraid of the world's jokes?" ”

"Second uncle, don't think of everyone in the world as so noble and great." Ji Moran said with a smile, "Life is at stake, who cares about any courtesy, righteousness and shame?" ”

Ji Moran said generously, naturally, without a trace of guilt. In his heart, probably the world thinks the same thing as him.

"Well, Moran, you're not unreasonable." Xuan Zhen Lao Dao thought for a while, looked at Ji Moran's overconfident face and asked, "In your opinion, what are the tricks?" ”

Ji Moran looked at his father Ji Guodong, who nodded, revealing an approving look.

He paused for a moment and said with a smile: "For hundreds of years, the ancestors and ancestors of the Ji family have made it their mission to defeat the Murong family. Now our Ji family is thriving, but the Murong family is declining, which can be said to be the right time. ”

The three old men, Ji Guodong, Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, and Ji Jiadong, listened to Ji Moran's exquisite analysis, and couldn't help but nod their heads in agreement, especially Ji Guodong, whose face was full of relief, and there was a lot of emotion of "raising a child is like this, what more can a husband ask for".

Ji Moran saw that everyone was listening with great interest, and said more and more energetically: "Three days later, in this medical skill competition between the Ji family and the Murong family, we not only have to defeat them, but also make them lose convincingly." ”

Speaking of this, Ji Moran actually closed his mouth, picked up the teacup on the coffee table with a smile, and drank the tea without hurrying.

"Convincing?" Ji Jiadong couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and said sarcastically, "Silently, Murong Wenyao's medical skills can be said to be famous, especially the 'Taiyi Divine Acupuncture Method', which is really elusive, but it is not something that any dog or cat can challenge casually." ”

Xuan Zhen snorted and said disdainfully: "In my eyes, her 'Taiyi Divine Acupuncture Method' is simply weak, and it is not worth mentioning at all." ”

Ji Guodong listened to it, but he only regarded it as a stubborn remark that the second child wanted to save face, and he didn't take it to heart. After all, it is an indisputable fact that the Murong family's acupuncture skills are well-known at home and abroad.

He looked at his son with a hesitant face and said, "Mo Ran, your third uncle is right, don't be careless." ”

"That's why we can't be as brave as her." Ji Moran looked at Xuan Zhen and said with a smile, "We must 'use our own strengths to attack their weaknesses'." ”

"Take your own strengths and attack their weaknesses? It's a good idea to be silent. "Ji Guodong is overjoyed, his son has now learned to use his brain, and his future achievements are limitless! He nodded and said, "Tell me, where are the strengths of the Ji family, and what are the weaknesses of the Murong family?" ”

"Father, didn't I just say that? Our Ji family is thriving, while the Murong family is stretched. Ji Moran said eloquently, "Everyone knows the story of Tian Ji horse racing, why don't we learn it?" ”

"How do you study the Fa?" Ji Jiadong frowned and asked, thinking with worry in his heart, this kid's mind has exceeded his expectations, and his dream of being the head of his family seems to be more auspicious.

"This medical skill test was proposed by the Ji family, so the rules are formulated by our Ji family." Ji Moran glanced around at everyone and said with a smile, "The Ji family and the Murong family each sent three people to hold three competitions, and one person can only participate in one, and whoever gets two points first will win." ”

"Three competitions, one person can only participate in one." Ji Guodong muttered while thinking, and then laughed "Haha" and laughed, "Mo Ran, your trick is really a good trick, and you can teach it." ”

Ji Guodong looked at Ji Guodong with a blank face and asked, "Big brother, why didn't I see the magic of this trick?" ”

Ji Guodong said with relief: "Mo Ran, don't you explain to your third uncle soon." ”

After all, he was mixed in officialdom, and Ji Guodong knew how to support someone. If he said it, he would steal the limelight from his son.

Ji Moran didn't say anything, and asked with a smile: "Third uncle, how many people in the Murong family know how to heal now?" ”

Ji Jiadong used his brain to think for a while, and then suddenly understood. He said jokingly: "Big brother, why is this child full of bad water in his stomach? ”