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But this guy is too shameless, he actually raised his foot to kick him, and he saw that the speed and strength of his foot were clearly making this trick often, and he was very proficient.

Wu fell to the ground for a long time before he got up, sweating all over, his face tense, as if he was enduring pain.

Pain is still secondary, and Wu Fang's heart is more frightened.

The force was incomparable, as fast as lightning, and with one kick, the pores of his whole body burst open, and all the essence condensed before was instantly lost.

He had never met such a terrible character!

The old man Zhang Jinyi had already stood up, his originally cloudy eyes were shining with fine light, staring at Jiang Xiaodong.

"Good boy!"

Zhang Jin praised it, walked forward quickly, and reached out to grab Jiang Xiaodong's hand.

Jiang Xiaodong was strange, I didn't know what this old man meant.

The old man was tall, looking down at Jiang Xiaodong, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes flashed.

Jiang Xiaodong's eyes widened suddenly, and he actually felt that countless qi needles seemed to suddenly stab out of the old man's hand, making his skin hurt.

As if instinctively, a force rose from his abdomen in Jiang Xiaodong's body and quickly rushed to his right hand.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the old man hurriedly withdrew his hand as if he had been shocked, and retreated two or three steps.

"Who did you learn martial arts from, how is it possible!"

The old man stared at Jiang Xiaodong with a shocked expression.

Jiang Xiaodong's performance really scared him, with his strength to achieve chemical strength, even if he is old and has no strength, but if he is not a master of the same realm, he will definitely suffer.

But the young man in front of him is just the energy that should be stimulated, and it is incredibly powerful.

This kid has surpassed his strength.

In his twenties, he surpassed Huajin, what kind of person can teach this kind of character!

"My master won't let me say it."

Jiang Xiaodong said a lie with a calm expression, and he could see that the aura that had just reacted automatically shocked the old man, making the old man mistakenly think that he was a master of national arts.

The old man didn't ask again, after practicing martial arts for so many years, he still understands the rules of the rivers and lakes.

"Come and sit down."

The momentum on the old man's body retracted, and he said in harmony.

Xia Han on the side hurriedly ran over, took the old man's arm and said, "Grandpa Zhang, do you believe that Xiaodong is a master now?" ”

"I defeated Xiao Wu in one move, I'm afraid I can't go through three moves when my body is the toughest, this is not only a master."

The old man made no secret of his amazement.

Jiang Xiaodong was a little embarrassed to be praised.

When accompanying the old man into the house, Jiang Xiaodong looked back at Wu Fang, who was following.

Wu Fang paused involuntarily, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What are you afraid of, I just wanted to ask, I didn't kick you just now." Jiang Xiaodong rolled his eyes, and then said, "Actually, it's your fault, how can you kick me there." ”

Wu Fang didn't answer, his expression was a little strange.

"Little brother, Tai Chi is a must, don't you know?"

The old man looked at Jiang Xiaodong and asked strangely.

Jiang Xiaodong felt the old man's suspicion, and immediately remembered a video he had watched before, the coach who taught national art in the army said that national art is used to kill people, and he is a weak man.

In this way, Wu Fang's kick was completely normal, and it was a layman's word to say that he shouldn't kick like that.

"Well, I didn't think I would come up with such a ruthless move." Jiang Xiaodong explained.

Anyway, the fight is over, the strength is here, and it is perfunctory to make some common-sense mistakes.

The old man sighed.

When he entered the house, the old man asked him to serve tea.

"Little brother, you have already told me that you came to Yi Xiaohan today, don't worry, that little bastard will never dare to trouble you and your sister again."

The old man said directly.

Jiang Xiaodong was overjoyed: "Thank you, old man." ”

"Don't thank me, you have this kind of skill, that kid is far away is his fate."

The old man admires Jiang Xiaodong very much, his kung fu has reached this point, and he always thinks about abiding by the law and taking the right path to solve things, which is very rare.

"Little brother, take the liberty of asking, what kind of boxing technique do you practice?"

Although it's not easy to ask, there are only a few boxing techniques, and there is nothing to hide.

The old man had just accommodated Jiang Xiaodong, but he didn't find out what kind of kung fu Jiang Xiaodong was learning, which really made him very curious.

"Uh," Jiang Xiaodong looked embarrassed, and quickly thought in his mind and replied, "My kung fu is a bit special, and Master won't let me say it." ”

The old man is strange, he can't even say about the sect?

Could it be some kind of hidden boxing?

"That little brother, how many years have you been learning this kung fu?"

The old man asked, to have such a realm, at least from childhood.

"I met my master when I was ten years old." Jiang Xiaodong said casually.

It takes ten years to achieve strength, the master is powerful, and the apprentice is not simple.

The old man nodded, and then asked a few more questions, all related to martial arts.

Even if he sacrificed a big killing move that the master didn't let him say, Jiang Xiaodong still answered in a cold sweat.

It's really difficult to pretend to be a master of national arts.

The old man sighed that he could only have his mind and spirit now, and his energy and strength would not work, Jiang Xiaodong relied on his eyesight to detect the old man's lost expression, and only then did he cooperate to show a sympathetic look.

The devil knows what the hell is the inner triad!

After suffering all morning and having lunch at the old man's place, Jiang Xiaodong found an excuse to pull Xia Han away.

The old man also told him to come often in the future and learn more about each other.

Jiang Xiaodong agreed, but in his heart, he was thinking that he would not be able to come again until he collected a lot of martial arts knowledge.

The old man stood straight at the gate of the courtyard, watching Jiang Xiaodong and Xia Han leave.

"Chief, how far has this Jiang Xiaodong's kung fu reached?"

Behind him, guard Wu Fang couldn't help but ask.

"I can't see through it either." The old man said flatly.

The guard smacked his tongue secretly, the one in front of him was a guard for the chairman, the master of national arts, he couldn't see through it?

"There's nothing surprising about it, there is no end to martial arts, and there are many people in this world."

The old man's eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.

After standing for a while, the old man turned and went into the courtyard.

"Xiao Wu, call Xia Hanjie and ask him to take care of his son, and those who bully and dominate the market all day long are not afraid of retribution, and the husband is angry and blood is splashed three feet."

The old man commanded.

In the morning chat, the old man could feel that Jiang Xiaodong was well-behaved on the surface, but there was an indescribable arrogance in his bones, which really angered him, and any status was bullshit.

Although it is the era of hot weapons, the kung fu has reached his level, and it is enough to make a big mess.

What's more, there is an even more terrible master?

……

"Xiaodong, you're too powerful, Uncle Wu, can you kick and fly?"

On the way back, Xia Han exclaimed.

"The main thing is that the master teaches well." Jiang Xiaodong said with a smile.

Xia Han praised: "Your master must be a hidden master like a sweeping monk." ”

I'm afraid it's hundreds of times more powerful than the sweeping monk.

Jiang Xiaodong said in his heart, the literati Siyou was taught to him by An Cheng, although he is only a nine-grade immortal, and he is not comparable to a sweeping monk.