"Young man, do you know how to do this iron bridge?" As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, an inquiry came from behind him.

Yan Murong turned around and saw an old man in his sixties and seventies standing behind him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Although the old man's hair has turned gray, his body looks extremely strong, his back is straight, and he wears an old-style military uniform without any modification, and his eyes reveal a kind of perseverance unique to a soldier.

The old man laughed. Yan Murong hurriedly stood up and said with a smile. "I'm just joking."

"You lad, dishonest." The old man laughed. "I've been a soldier for so many years, and I can still see you when you walk in - I noticed you when you walked in just now, and it's not difficult to see from the way you walk, your lower plate is very stable, how is it, are you interested in learning from each other."

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Yan Murong Khan.

This old man has been a soldier, and he is also a retired old cadre, but he is so old that he still has to learn from himself, if he is stretching his waist and hurting his leg, who is this?

"Old man, don't be kidding." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "I'm not going to dare you at your age."

"You look down on me, don't you?" The old man said unhappily. "When I led my troops to fight, you didn't know where to play with the mud bar."

"I didn't mean that." Yan Murong hurriedly shook his head, for the old man, Yan Murong has always been very respectful, not to mention an old man who has been a soldier all his life.

"Then let's make a comparison." The old man laughed again. "Nowadays, there are very few young people who practice martial arts - as for those who are taught in the martial arts hall, hum, they just embroider their legs. In this way, you will compare with me, and if you can satisfy me, I will reward you. ”

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, this old man, his feelings are to treat himself as his soldier. Also reward yourself?

Yan Murong felt that he seemed to have been on a par with the old man recently. It's a good idea to meet an old man in the morning to talk to you.

"What, is it embarrassing?" Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak, the old man said a little angrily.

"Old man, you are doing well." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "It's avoidable, don't you want to see the iron plate bridge, I'll show you, why bother, I'm young, it's not light or heavy, it's not good to hurt you."

"Huh?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "Okay, the little guy is kind of interesting, since that's the case, then you can come."

Yan Murong nodded, turned to look at Zhao Chen and said. "Come on, hit me."

"What? Hit you? Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly.

"Yes, hit me, hit me in the face." Yan Murong nodded and said.

"That's not good." Zhao Chen looked embarrassed. "Does this count as deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors?"

Yan Murong had a black line in his head.

"You think too much, let's fight, I'll take you to breakfast after the fight."

As soon as she heard about eating, Zhao Chen's face was full of joy, she ran for a while, and then took a horse step, she felt that her body was about to fall apart, and her stomach was also protesting, since she could go to breakfast after the fight, then let's fight.

So, for breakfast, Zhao Chen could be regarded as full of strength, and he gritted his teeth and smashed Yan Murong's nose with a punch.

Although Zhao Chen is a woman and her fists are also very exquisite, it is estimated that this punch will hurt for a long time when she hits her nose.

Yan Murong secretly scolded in his heart, how much enmity this woman has with herself. Yan Murong was even wondering, was this woman deliberately taking revenge on herself?

Thinking about it, Yan Murong would not let his nose suffer.

At the moment when Zhao Chen's fist was about to touch the tip of his nose, Yan Murong suddenly fell straight back, but his legs were as if they were nailed to the ground by iron nails, and he didn't move a step.

The legs started to play backwards from the knee joint, the calves and the body were bent directly at 90 degrees, and the whole body was straight sideways, but the two legs were still firmly on the ground.

Then, Yan Murong supported the ground with one hand, and stood up with one rollover.

Zhao Chen was stupid, the boss with a small mouth, a pair of big watery eyes staring round, looking at Yan Murong, his eyes were full of incredulity.

"Good, beautiful." After a short period of surprise, the old man laughed and applauded, and at this time, the old men and old ladies who were exercising around had obviously already noticed Yan Murong's side, and after seeing Yan Murong make such a move that could only be seen on TV, they all came over, clapped and began to applaud.

"Little guy, it's really amazing." The old man looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face and said.

He has been a soldier all his life, and there is no shortage of masters in the army, but there are very few people who can use this trick to this extent, and it can even be said that there are almost none.

You know, it's not the same as a dancer's lower back.

For the lower back, the ligaments of the waist and legs are soft enough, and the body is arched. And Yan Murong's kung fu of the iron plate bridge is completely supported by the strength of the waist and the strength of the legs.

The old man is a master of goods, so he naturally sees the difficulty of Yan Murong, if he is not stable, he will not be able to do it at all.

"Old man, it's over." Yan Murong showed a smile of embarrassment on his face, but his heart was bubbling with beauty.

I have to say that Yan Murong is also a very sullen person, he likes to make this embarrassed expression when he is praised in order to get more praise.

"Master, master, teach me, teach me quickly." Only then did Zhao Chen react, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and shouted excitedly.

"You want to learn?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"I want to learn." Zhao Chen nodded very seriously.

"Okay, Zama walk."

So, Zhao Chen seemed to have forgotten what Yan Murong had just said about taking her to breakfast, and under the temptation of this iron plate bridge, he honestly began to take steps.

"Good, little one." When the onlookers dispersed, the old man looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile. "It's just that the edge is too strong, so it's not good."

As he spoke, the old man took out a bronze thing from his pocket, similar to a small badge, and threw it into Yan Murong's hand, saying. "I told you I would reward you, take this thing - maybe it will save your life."

After speaking, the old man patted his shoulder again and said with a smile. "Lao Yan, he gave birth to a good grandson."

In Yan Murong's surprised eyes, the old man walked out of the small park.

"So he knew about me." Yan Murong had a thoughtful smile on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the bronze badge in his hand that had no words on it, but was painted with a dragon, and then carefully put it away.

ps:It's time for a new week after 12 o'clock in the evening.,I'll update a chapter at 12 o'clock.,The remaining two chapters will also be updated tomorrow morning.,Book flowers in advance to hit the list.。 Next week is a strong push, and my new book period is about to pass, and the last week is the time to hit the list, students, help me top.