"Then I'll let my closed disciple Xiao Tian accompany you on a trip!" Old Man Xiao said, and instructed the old steward beside him: "Ah Fu, go and call Xiaotian." ”

"Yes, sir." Ah Fu, who was over sixty years old but still in good spirits, answered and walked quickly towards the back hall.

After a while, he led a young man over.

Xiao Tian, the closed disciple in Xiao Hanqing's mouth, has a slender figure and a handsome face. It's just that the wisp of childishness on his face makes him look like a big boy who hasn't grown up yet.

"Master, you called me?" Xiao Tian saluted respectfully towards Xiao Hanqing.

"Hmm!" Xiao Hanqing nodded, looking at his proud protégé, his face was kind, and a hint of doting flashed in his eyes: "Xiaotian, you went to Yanhe City on behalf of the teacher, I heard that there are people there who slander our Guwu Yi." ”

He paused: "If you find out that there is such a thing, and punish the arrogant, it will be in the name of my ancient martial arts." ”

"Yes! Master. Xiao Tian replied respectfully.

Originally, when Zhang Daoyun heard Xiao Hanqing say that he asked the closed disciple to accompany him to Yanhe City, he was suddenly ecstatic in his heart.

The word "closed" represents by no means as simple as intimacy, it often also represents the true transmission of martial arts, the most powerful among the disciples, etc.

There is such a master who goes to Yanhe City with him, and the kid who kicked his own field is not ready to be caught?

Then, he used some small means, using the hand of this closed disciple, to raise the reputation of the Zhangjia Martial Arts Pavilion again, and at that time, the reputation of the Zhangjia Martial Arts Pavilion will definitely be far better than now.

How can such a great thing kill two birds with one stone not be exciting?

However, just as he was excitedly planning for the future, the old butler led out a young man with clear eyebrows - no more than twenty years old, with a childish look on his face, as if he had not yet been weaned.

Zhang Daoyun was stunned for a moment, could this be the closed disciple in Xiao Hanqing's mouth? This is too unbelievable, isn't it? One is as old as 70, and the other is less than 20, how can this door be closed?

According to Zhang Daoyun's true thoughts in his heart, Old Man Xiao's closed disciples must be at least 40 years old, and it is impossible to be less than 30 years old, but the scene in front of him really shocked him, not 40, not even 30, not even 20.

Especially when the other party said "master", Old Man Xiao deserved to be so happy, and he was even more scorched.

The way of ancient martial arts is not something that can be achieved overnight. It takes a long amount of time to practice hard work in summer and three times in winter.

Perception is very important, but in ancient martial arts, perseverance is even more important than the former. In the National Ancient Martial Arts Association, the most powerful masters are all in their forties and fifties, which is the most powerful proof.

Of course, this is one of the reasons why young people are less and less fond of this martial art in this turbulent era.

The gap between reality and imagination is astonishing.

So much so that Zhang Daoyun, an old man with rich life experience, failed to react for a while, and wrote his true mood on his face with astonishment, doubt, and disbelief. and let Xiao Hanqing see it really.

Xiao Hanqing smiled faintly, he naturally knew what Zhang Daoyun was thinking in his heart. However, he was not annoyed, but asked with a smile, "What?" Pavilion Master Zhang, do you doubt Xiaotian's strength? Afraid that he won't be able to beat the arrogant boy in your mouth? ”

Zhang Daoyun swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty, he was indeed very suspicious of Xiao Tian's strength.

But after all, he has a request for others, if he says it so directly, will it make this old man Xiao feel unhappy, and then take this opportunity to stop paying attention to the affairs of the Zhangjia Martial Arts Hall?

But if you want to deny it, Zhang Daoyun doesn't dare.

This old man's temper is well known to the ancient martial arts circles all over the country, and he doesn't like others to panic in front of him the most.

Zhang Daoyun believes that as long as he denies it, the other party will immediately sweep him out of the house.

What to do? It's hard to ride a tiger!

Looking at Xiao Hanqing's eyes that were full of smiles but could see through people, after weighing it again and again, Zhang Daoyun said stubbornly: "That's right! Old man Xiao, allow me to say something disrespectful, I really doubt the strength of this little brother. As he spoke, he aimed at Xiao Tian behind Xiao Hanqing.

Xiao Hanqing stroked his white beard and smiled: "Hehe, Pavilion Master Zhang, you are a fast talker." However, I appreciate your attitude, we martial arts students pay attention to speaking out, dare to speak, and be consistent on the outside and on the inside. ”

Zhang Daoyun suddenly wiped his sweat quietly, fortunately, he made the right bet, otherwise, I am afraid that today's matter will not know how to end.

"The disciple behind you, his eyes are bright, his body is as healthy as a tiger, and he knows at a glance that he is a master of foreign boxing, so it is better to do it." Xiao Hanqing then said: "Let him have a discussion with Xiaotian, okay?" ”

"That's not good," Zhang Daoyu said hesitantly. In fact, what he wanted to say in his heart was: Old Man Xiao, your proposal is too correct!

His eldest disciple Zhang Shan was defeated by the Yelu boy, if he could let this so-called closed disciple fight with Zhang Shan, it would be even better.

It's a mule or a horse, take it out and slip it away, you can see it clearly, if this kid can't even beat Zhang Shan, it's a waste of time to take him back to Yanhe City.

"It's okay!" Xiao Hanqing waved his hand and said to Xiao Tian behind him: "Xiao Tian, go to learn from foreign boxing masters, you must pay attention to proportion!" ”

"Yes! Master. Xiao Tian nodded in response, walked to the center of the hall according to his words, and gestured to Zhang Shan in the last seat: "Please!" ”

Zhang Daoyun nodded at Zhang Shan and said softly, "Go!" Then he blinked again.

Zhang Shan naturally knew what his master meant by blinking, he was asking him not to keep his hands and attack with all his might.

"Please!" Zhang Shan got up and walked to the opposite side of Xiao Tian and clasped his fists in salute.

"The visitor is a guest, you invite first!" Xiao Tian returned the salute.

"I'm weak for you, please first!" Zhang Shan clenched his fists again.

"Then I'll be rude!"

Xiao Tian raised his palms up, raised his right foot slightly, and touched the ground on his toes, making a standard Xiao School Bagua palm gesture.

Seeing this, Zhang Shan also put on a posture, his fists were clenched, he secretly made up his mind, as long as the other party made a move, he would immediately fight back with the rainstorm boxing method, and hit the other party by surprise first.

"You've lost!" Xiao Tian suddenly retracted his gesture and clenched his fists very seriously: "Accept." ”

What the? Did I lose?

Zhang Shan was stunned, a little confused by the situation in front of him.

Zhang Daoyun was even more dumbfounded, is this guy really a closed disciple of Old Man Xiao? It can't be that the old man randomly found a descendant to fool me, right?

Is there such a way to fight? Make a gesture and say that Zhang Shan lost, Nima, with such a style of play, is there anyone else in the ancient martial arts world who is your opponent? You're comparing martial arts, not mouths.

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