The middle-aged man smiled, his smile was extremely open-minded, and nodded: "I know you're waiting for me, otherwise, how can I block your fists and feet with the small Quan's Dao Pavilion?" ”

The fat man smiled, with a simple look: "You're polite, in fact, I'm just a little stronger, and I'm a little luckier, according to me, a few of the masters of the Seven Family Daoist Pavilions are still good." ”

He looked forward to his self-pride, his spirit was vivid, he paused, and only then did he seem humble, but in fact he said triumphantly: "Of course, they are still a little worse than me, after all, when I was three years old and went to kindergarten, I fought with children, and I have more experience in actual combat." ”

The fat man's words suddenly provoked the girl next to the middle-aged man to look angrily, this shameless fat man, others gave him a meter of sunshine, and the peach blossoms bloomed brightly, and he was embarrassed?

Song Xiaoqiao has long been accustomed to the nonsense of fat people, she has no face and no skin, but she doesn't feel anything, in her mind, she is thinking hard about the middle-aged man in front of her, the appearance of déjà vu, and trying her best to figure out the identity of the middle-aged man in front of her from memory.

She really couldn't figure it out, when did the Quan's Daoist Pavilion have one more such master?

Although he can't see the middle-aged man's martial arts cultivation, Song Xiaoqiao also knows that at this moment, the master who dares to shake the fat man is definitely not a mediocre person.

"Sister, you said this guy, could it be Park Taibai?"

At this time, Song Licheng leaned into Song Xiaoqiao's ear and said softly, facing this completely strange middle-aged man, he was also puzzled and guessed in every possible way.

"Park Taebaek!"

It was like a muffled thunder that exploded on Song Xiaoqiao's head, she was dizzy and her ears were buzzing.

It's not that she didn't think that Park Taibai would come out at this time to stop the fat man from kicking the hall, but Park Taibai's reputation and prestige are too scary, not only ordinary people from the Han country, but also respect him like a god, even if he is also a Chinese boxer in the martial arts, they all respect him very much, or it can also be called fear.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't dare to think about what would happen to the fat man who won by brute force against Park Taibai, the father of taekwondo?

Song Xiaoqiao didn't dare to come out, her eyes stared at the middle-aged man opposite, trying her best to recall the physical characteristics of Park Taibai, recalling some legends of looking at the wind and catching shadows, and thinking of the shape of the current martial arts in the cold country, the more she thought about it, the more creepy she became, and she felt cold.

Park Taibai, that is the ultimate belief in the hearts of all martial arts masters in the cold country, and it is also the god of taekwondo in the hearts of martial artists all over the world, such a powerful god, how can a fat man beat him?

"Master don't need to be modest, since you have come to the Cold Country, the so-called Eight Great Family Daoist Pavilions are just ants and ants."

The middle-aged man said lightly, his expression was lonely and proud, and there was an indescribable gloom in his tone: "However, being able to fight with you is probably the ultimate goal that all martial artists in the world pursue all their lives, and these martial artists are injured or disabled, which is worth it." ”

"So, a certain talent, waiting here, please give the master advice!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his eyes suddenly showed a blade-like essence, and the whole body was an invisible and qualitative momentum, swept outward like a raging tide, like a quiet mountain forest, the evil wind passed everywhere, and a colorful tiger came out, majestic and majestic, looking at the world.

Except for the fat man, all the people were so excited by this incomparably powerful momentum that they retreated, Song Xiaoqiao, Song Licheng and others were extremely frightened, even on the fat man's body, they didn't feel this terrifying momentum.

The fat man didn't seem to notice the change in the middle-aged man's momentum at all, smashed his mouth, and touched the back of his head a little embarrassed: "You're very interesting, I'm embarrassed to beat you, hehe, that's it, you admit defeat now, I don't want to beat you." ”

Song Xiaoqiao's eyes were dark, and he couldn't help covering his forehead with his hand, almost fainting, this gray-haired middle-aged man is very likely to be the world-famous father of taekwondo, Park Taibai, in the face of such a strong enemy, how dare a fat man be so crazy?

Song Xiaoqiao and a group of disciples of the Song Family Boxing Gym, no matter how confident they are in the fat man, they will not think that he can easily kill Park Taibai in seconds, that is the strongest man at the peak of a nation!

The strange thing is that the more relaxed the fat man is, the more cautious Park Taibai's expression becomes, he walks down the stairs, poses in a taekwondo starting pose, faces the fat man head-on, and looks solemn: "Please!" ”

The fat man sighed, walked lazily in front of him, and muttered: "Actually, I really don't want to beat you, why should you be cheap, your fishing strength is cultivated to the point where the five organs are like thunder?" ”

The middle-aged man was taken aback and looked at the fat man in disbelief: "Who are you, how do you know how to fish for toads?" ”

The fat man shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal, and suddenly his body shook, as if there were roots under his feet, his upper body leaned forward, his arms stretched forward, almost parallel to the ground, and then he took a deep breath, and his neck suddenly reddened, several times thicker, and even his entire chin swelled.

The fat man's appearance is like a huge toad, swallowing and sucking, in the courtyard of the gym, flying sand and stones, the wind and clouds change color, and in the northeast corner of the courtyard, a plane tree of two people hugging the thickness of the plane tree, swaying.

Goo-quack!

Almost all of them heard such a strange sound from the fat man's body, the sound was dull at first, in his abdomen, and then it grew bigger and bigger, and between swallowing and inhaling, two tones of sound gradually rose from his lower abdomen, to his chest, then to his throat, and finally from his mouth, squirting out.

At this moment, all the people had the illusion that a huge toad monster was hidden in the fat man's body and could come out at any time.

Goo-quack!

Finally, as the fat man's big mouth opened and closed, these two syllables, like a thunderbolt, roared out of the fat man's mouth.

In the midst of the rolling sound, the heads of all the Song Family Fist disciples buzzed, as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer, everyone's ears were temporarily deaf, and all of them staggered back.

And the bluestone slab in front of Wang Xiaoshi was swept off the ground by a huge sound, flying out piece by piece, colliding and falling, and the gravel flew wildly.

Between the flying sand and stones, the fat man stood up lazily, squinted his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and said lightly: "See, the five organs are singing in unison, and the sound is like thunder, this is the real Fishing Toad Jin Great Perfection Realm." ”

The middle-aged man was already stupid, and looked at the fat man in a daze: "Who are you, how can you fish for toads?" ”

The fat man exhaled a breath, a white gas, from between his lips, like a flying sword, shot out, in the air for a long time, eyes level at Park Taibai, said lightly: "You are also smart, you learned from her hands back then, you learned to fish for toads, and then used the secret method of fishing for toads, improved the traditional taekwondo, and finally raised the simple fighting technique of taekwondo to the method of martial arts." ”

"For taekwondo, you do have a great contribution, but have you thought about it, she can rest assured that she can teach you the strength of toad fishing, of course, she will leave someone to restrain you, and this person is me."

At this moment, the fat man no longer had a hippie smile, his expression was rare and serious, the middle-aged man lost his soul, and in an instant, as if he was more than ten years old, he muttered: "It turns out that you are the descendant of Yan Ru's first master, no wonder, no wonder"

The fat man laughed twice: "To be honest, your fishing strength has only reached the realm of thunder in the belly, and you can't thunder for nine days, you can't beat me, even if you reach the realm of thunder for nine days, you can't beat me, otherwise, let's try?" ”

The middle-aged man's expression was gloomy, and he shook his head: "Don't try, my fishing strength has indeed failed to thunder for nine days, my life is brilliant, all of them are given by Yan Ru's ancestors, since you are her heir, how can I do it with you?" ”

"Third Uncle"

The girl seemed to be a little reluctant, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but shout out to the middle-aged man, and her face was full of heartache.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling the girl not to continue, his face, with a tired color, smiled slightly, the smile was bitter and helpless: "It is true that I am from the Han country, but the ideal I have pursued all my life is the best martial arts, and now I have seen the best thunder for nine days, and I am already satisfied, I lost, please leave." ”

All the people looked at the middle-aged man in a daze, chewing on the meaning of his words, the identity of the middle-aged man, so far everyone has guessed that he is not far from ten, listening to him admit defeat, almost all of them don't believe their ears.

"Third uncle, how are you?"

The girl standing behind the middle-aged man stared at the triumphant fat man, with a look of disgruntle, and the fighting spirit in her eyes was so hot that it was about to burn.

"Stand down, don't mention this matter again."

The middle-aged man drank softly and raised his hand to the fat man: "Please?" ”

He hesitated for a moment, seemed to be a little embarrassed, and finally said: "If you can, can you tell me about the grave of Master Yan Ru, I want to go and pay respects, please believe me, I only have respect and gratitude for Master Yan Ru, and there is absolutely no malice." ”

The fat man laughed, didn't talk to him, and said with a big grin: "Don't bother about it, her old family has a long family of descendants, and she has her own descendants to sacrifice, and unrelated idle people, etc., it is better not to disturb her peace." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, with his identity, let alone in Hancheng, even in the entire cold country, no one dared to talk to him like this, but listening to this fat man's unceremonious refusal, he could only smile bitterly.

"Let's go, go home and drink."

The fat man waved his hand, shouted, and walked towards the gate first

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