Could it be that this chick still has an old man hidden in her house? Looking at the back of Long Diewu hurrying upstairs, Zhang He couldn't help but think with some suspicion.

On the first floor, Zhang He fell into deep thought again, seriously thinking about this strange situation; On the third floor, Long Diewu gently pushed open a hidden door, and there was nothing in the room except for a large bed that was the same as the hotel bed, which was covered with white sheets.

At the head of the bed, there was a thin man in his fifties sitting cross-legged, as soon as he entered the room, Long Diewu bowed down respectfully, bowed seriously, and asked respectfully, "Third grandfather, what is going on with Zhang He's situation?" ”

"Fighting instincts." The emaciated man slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "This kid should have experienced countless battles of life and death before he could exercise such a terrifying fighting instinct." ”

"But, judging from his information, he shouldn't have experienced many storms?" Long Diewu said with a skeptical face.

"Yes, the family has already sent someone to investigate, this kid has indeed always been a good boy and a good student." The emaciated man paused, and then said in a deep voice, "In this case, there is only one possibility. ”

"What is possible?" Dragon Butterfly Dance couldn't help but ask.

"The man behind him quietly arranged all kinds of life-and-death battles for him every night, but sealed his memory." The emaciated man said firmly.

The third grandfather is the top master in the family, and Long Butterfly Dance has no doubts about his words, but he can't help but ask again, "Then why does he only defend and not attack?" ”

"Because your attack isn't good enough, let him fight back." The emaciated man was silent for a moment before he said again, "It's better for the old man to try this kid himself." As he spoke, the emaciated man got up.

Just when Zhang He was trying his best to recall the details of the battle, an emaciated man fell straight down from the third floor like a falling object from a height, but the strange thing is that this guy landed very quickly, but he didn't make any sound, fluttering, like a floating feather.

"Boy, you're good." The emaciated man exclaimed sincerely.

Nonsense, of course my brother is good, otherwise how can he become the disciple of Long Ao, the number one master in China? How can there be such a beautiful woman around you? But the vision of the dragon butterfly dance is not good, and he actually found a little old man like you?

This chick can't have a father-love complex, right? Looking at the emaciated man's old face, which was at least no less than fifty years old, Zhang He couldn't help but think to himself.

Looking at the silent Zhang He, the emaciated man who didn't know what he was thinking about at all was a little displeased, "Boy, take it." Before Zhang He could speak, the emaciated man punched him.

A bland punch, but a punch that is fast to the extreme.

The sound of the fist whistling in the air woke up Zhang He, "Nima, brother didn't sleep with your woman, are you excited?" Looking at the emaciated man who started fighting as soon as he came up, Zhang He was also a little unhappy.

As soon as his body moved, he quickly avoided a punch that hit the door of the head, and Zhang He counterattacked.

Everything instantly returned to that magical state again, and it entered with the movement of Zhang He's figure.

Kankan avoided the emaciated man's strong and fast, and Zhang He's right palm grabbed the emaciated man's wrist without hesitation, "Drink." With an instinctive shout, Zhang He instantly exerted the speed of his shot to the extreme.

The speed made the emaciated man's face involuntarily appear with a look of surprise, but his change of tactics was also extremely fast. Without returning his hand, he instantly turned his fist into a palm and grabbed Zhang He's wrist.

Zhang He didn't know that he was doing a trick, but he changed his moves quickly, but he was also extremely fast, and as soon as his arm moved, his right palm accurately appeared on the movement route of the emaciated man's wrist, as if the emaciated man took the initiative to send his wrist into his right palm.

In the blink of an eye, the right wrist of the emaciated man who didn't have time to change his tactics was grabbed by Zhang He, "Drink." With another roar, Zhang He suddenly exerted his strength and slammed the emaciated man's wrist to the back of his hand, with a posture of breaking his right wrist with one move.

It's a pity that although the man is thin, the hardness of his wrist is harder than that of steel bar.

Breaking it with all his might, the man's wrist didn't move.

Zhang He was still unaffected, and then let go of the emaciated man's wrist, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped forward, turned his right palm into a claw, and grabbed the emaciated man's throat mercilessly; The left hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the emaciated man's right chest.

The third grandfather actually suffered a loss in moves? Looking at the emaciated man whose right wrist was caught, but was not moved, and then at Zhang He, who was bullied and launched a violent blow, Long Diewu couldn't help but feel shocked.

It seems that the truth is really as the third grandfather said, my moves can't provoke Zhang He, who is completely immersed in instinct, to fight back*.

So what kind of life-and-death battles did he go through? Dragon Butterfly Dance couldn't help but think curiously.

Just as the dragon butterfly was imagining, the emaciated man finally moved.

He was the left palm of his right fist, and his right fist fiercely met the left fist that Zhang He smashed into his chest, and the left palm quickly grabbed Zhang He's right palm.

This time, the emaciated man did not retain his speed at all, and the speed of his fist palm left only an afterimage. Zhang He could still see the action route of the emaciated man's fist, but found that the speed of his shot could no longer keep up with the rhythm of the emaciated man.

So, Zhang He suddenly changed his moves.

The right hand turned into a fist and fiercely met the emaciated man's left palm; The left fist turned into a palm and clawed fiercely towards the emaciated man's right fist.

"Bang"

With two muffled sounds in almost no particular order, the fists suddenly collided.

Zhang He's right fist perfectly withstood the overwhelming force emitted from the emaciated man's left palm; His left palm also skillfully cushioned the furious fist that the emaciated man couldn't stop.

Zhang He was unharmed, but two huge forces that came out of the emaciated man's left fist and right palm at the same time threw him out like a sandbag.

Zhang He, who was thrown away, flew directly upside down for more than three meters, but under the disbelieving gaze of Long Butterfly Dance, Zhang He, who flew upside down, quickly stretched out his right palm at the moment of landing, and after a slight touch on the ground like a dragonfly, he immediately turned over and rushed up like a cheetah again.

This time, Zhang He did not attack rashly, but stopped his figure half a meter away from the emaciated man.

What a clever means of unloading, what a terrifying fighting instinct.

Looking at Zhang He, who was standing fixed at half a meter of his own, like a predatory cheetah, staring intently at his every move, the emaciated man nodded involuntarily.

If it weren't for this kid's timely change of moves, he accurately chose fist to palm and palm to fist, if he made the wrong choice of fist to fist and palm to palm, his wrists would be constantly injured.

Although in terms of real combat power, this kid is still too much different from himself, but his instinctive ability to change moves in an instant is much stronger than that of the old man.

The old man wants to see how strong this kid's fighting instinct is.

His mind turned, and two daggers appeared out of thin air on the emaciated man's hands, "Boy, be careful." Regardless of whether Zhang He heard his reminder or not, the emaciated man immediately rushed over like lightning.

Two daggers with bright and flickering handles, like poisonous snakes spitting letters, one stabbed Zhang He's throat, and the other stabbed Zhang He's heart, as fast as lightning; The shot is only accurate, and there is no half-point deviation.

In the face of the emaciated man's ferocious attack, Zhang He's eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Drink." With an earth-shattering shout, Zhang He's hands also stretched out like poisonous snakes spitting letters.

It's fast, it's lightning fast; The accuracy of the shot is also not the slightest deviation. Even, a few points faster than the emaciated man.

A hint of surprise involuntarily floated on the thin man's cheeks, but at the moment when his surprise had not flashed, Zhang He had already grabbed the wrists of his hands accurately, and then got up with his strength, like a body * athlete holding parallel bars, with his wrist suddenly turned over, straight over the top of his head.

And just as he crossed the top of the emaciated man's head, Zhang He's right foot suddenly kicked out backwards and kicked the emaciated man's back fiercely.

Although the emaciated man didn't look back, with the ability to listen to the voice discernment, he also clearly judged Zhang He's movements, "Okay." With a heartfelt admiration, the dagger on the emaciated man's right hand stabbed at Zhang He's sole with a sharp whistling sound.

Everything seems like a long time, but it's just a blink of an eye.

Not only can the emaciated man hear the wind, but Zhang He is also like a long eye behind his back, and when his body falls rapidly, he suddenly retracts his right foot, successfully avoiding the emaciated man's dagger, and falls steadily to the ground.

Landed, turned around, took a step back, and in the image flowing, as if instinctively moved, Zhang He once again stood firmly half a meter away from the emaciated man.

Long Butterfly Dance was shocked again, although the third grandfather did not use all his strength, but this level of attack was no longer something she could block, let alone be like Zhang He, both offensive and defensive, and did not fall into the slightest disadvantage in moves.

I still underestimate him!

Looking at Zhang He, who was on guard, Long Diewu couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.