Yan Murong is known for his speed, which is what he is most proud of in addition to his medical skills. Even the old man has said more than once that his speed is almost unmatched when looking at the younger generation of martial artists. And unlike others, Yan Murong can also make the kind of stagnation that violates the principles of mechanics just now.

In the case of a fight between the two, this kind of sudden stagnation that violates the principles of mechanics is a killer feature, and it is generally difficult for anyone to react, even if the old man has suffered a few losses under Yan Murong's hands - however, this seemingly ordinary old man was not affected by this trick, but made Yan Murong suffer a small loss.

The reason why he was surprised was because Yan Murong had absolute confidence in his speed, but just now, he didn't even see clearly when Lao Wang moved, and how he grabbed his arm and took him away.

Not only Yan Murong was surprised, but even the little snake standing on the side as an audience had round eyes, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Yan Murong now knows that this bodyguard who has followed Old Man Dong for most of his life is indeed a master, and he is also a master among masters.

However, this guy is just a master who doesn't believe in evil, and he belongs to the kind of person who wants to do it the more he can't do it.

So, after Yan Murong took a deep breath, his body moved again, and this time the speed was two points faster than last time, and even the moment his body moved, only a trace of afterimage could be seen.

"Bang-"

With a muffled sound, Lao Wang stood still, but Yan Murong flew out upside down.

"Again." Yan Murong got up unbelieving and continued to attack.

"Bang-"

There was no accident, Yan Murong still didn't see how Lao Wang made a move, so he felt a strong push to push himself backwards, and then fell to the ground again.

"Come again!" Yan Murong stubbornly got up.

"Bang-" and fell out again.

"Come again!"

"Bang-"

"Come again!"

"Bang-"

"Damn, I'm not coming." Yan Murong got up from the ground in embarrassment, patted the tracksuit that was already covered with dust and turned gray, and walked towards Lao Wang with a depressed face, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

A strong gust of wind blew, and when Yan Murong walked to Wang Lao's side, he suddenly kicked over without warning.

The instep of the foot was straight, and it was one hundred and eighty degrees to the ankle, and he kicked it from top to bottom - this move was Yan Murong's mastery, cutting off the feet of his children and grandchildren.

"Bang-"

As a puff of dust was lifted on the ground again, Yan Murong had never failed, and he didn't know how many descendants of the family had been broken, and his trick was easily blocked by Lao Wang. And he fell to the ground again in embarrassment.

"Little one, I have a lot of eyes." There was a hint of a teasing smile on the corner of Lao Wang's mouth, and he looked at Yan Murong who got up from the ground and said. Suddenly, his eyes were a pan, staring at a badge that Yan Murong had just picked up from the ground. Then, Yan Murong felt a flower in front of him, and his hand suddenly loosened, and then he saw that the badge that had just fallen out of his pocket ran into Lao Wang's hand.

Looking at the badge in his hand, Lao Wang's ancient expression finally changed, and a trace of flush rose on his face. His cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and even Yan Murong could see that there were some tears in his eyes.

"Y-you're from there?" After a while, Lao Wang raised his head, looked at Yan Murong with a trembling voice and asked.

"People there?" After being stunned for a long time by Lao Wang's strange performance, Yan Murong asked inexplicably. "Where are the people there?"

However, when he saw the badge, Yan Murong knew that the old man who had seen him once in a small park on the street and then gave him this badge was probably not small-and this badge seemed to have some doorways.

"Come here." Lao Wang didn't explain, but walked to the stone table with Yan Murong, pointed to the word he had just written, and said. "Look at it."

Yan Murong looked down and saw the two wild and unruly sentences of wild grass on the rice paper.

"Longyou is tens of thousands of feet, and you don't know it." Yan Murong read softly, and then looked at Lao Wang with a confused expression and asked. "Elder Wang, what does this mean?"

"Longyou is tens of thousands of feet, and you don't know it." Lao Wang whispered softly as he gently groped for a golden dragon engraved on the badge with his wrinkled palm. "Long Teng, I didn't think that the old man would be able to see Long Teng again in this life, it's worth it, it's worth it."

After that, Lao Wang suddenly laughed, with a domineering arrogance in his laughter.

Longteng, what Longteng? Yan Murong was in a fog by this old king's arrogant laughter, and couldn't help but ask. "Elder Wang, what are you talking about? And what is Dragon? ”

"Long Teng, Long Teng—" Lao Wang muttered softly a few times before he reluctantly returned the badge to Yan Murong, pointing to the lifelike golden dragon in front of him and said. "This is Longteng."

Yan Murong was speechless.

What's the explanation? Even a fool knows it's a dragon.

"Come, look at this first." Seeing Yan Murong's helpless expression, Lao Wang did not explain to him, but pointed to his words and said. "Do you understand the meaning of these two sentences?"

"This-" Yan Murong suddenly looked shy and said with a squeak. "I-I'm not highly educated."

"Don't worry." Lao Wang waved his hand and said. "Just take that literally, you tell me."

"Then I'll know." Yan Murong said. "Probably that means that the dragon flew too high, and even he didn't know how high he flew."

I have to say that it is not easy to think that Yan Murong's education level can explain the literal meaning clearly.

"Yes, that's literally." Lao Wang nodded and said. "But, have you ever thought about it, how can Long Fei fly so high? Why can it soar through the clouds? ”

"Because it's a dragon." Yan Murong said sweating profusely.

"That's right, because it's a dragon." Lao Wang said loudly. "The dragon is the symbol of my Chinese people, and it is also the totem of my Chinese people - it is high above and its magic power is boundless. It is the only one that can take off thousands of feet in the air and drive the clouds and fog. ”

As a result, the expression on Yan Murong's face became even more entangled.

The old man talked for a long time, but he still didn't explain what Long Teng was, but instead gave himself a cultural lesson.

Long Teng-Yan Murong thought to himself, no matter what it was, the name was very domineering, as domineering as his grandfather's name.