The Yellow River is choppy.

In a small teahouse along the Yellow River, a woman in green clothes put down her saber in her hand, took off her hat and placed it on a somewhat greasy table.

"Shopkeeper, have a bowl of tea."

"Dare to ask this guest officer what kind of tea he wants?" The shopkeeper asked casually, and then he caught a glimpse of the woman's face under the hat, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "He ......"

"Chrysanthemum tea." He Ping said quietly: "And call Lao Li." ”

The shopkeeper in coarse white clothes glanced at He Ping carefully, made her a bowl of yellow chrysanthemum tea, and looked at the woman in green sitting down: "Master Li, he's over there, why don't you go over?" ”

He Ping shook her head quietly, picked up the tea bowl and sniffed the aroma gently, and then took a small sip.

Put down the bowl.

"Here it is."

The shopkeeper nodded.

"Okay."

Not long after, an old man with a white scarf on his head walked out of the tea stall, and saw He Ping drinking tea in the most conspicuous place at a glance, he couldn't help sighing, and stepped forward to sit opposite He Ping.

"Why is your aunt here at this time?"

"Can't I come?" He Ping asked quietly.

She was still drinking the chrysanthemum tea in the bowl without a match.

"I heard that Ning Huan is going to Los Angeles, why did you come out at this juncture?" The old man said with a sigh.

"I was kicked out." He Ping said quietly.

"Who dares to chase you!" The old man slapped his thigh, not believing it at all.

"Really." He Ping said lightly: "He thinks I'm old." ”

He Ping is only twenty-nine, let alone old, not even middle-aged.

But of course the old man understood who He Ping was talking about.

"He wants to hold up this stall in Los Angeles alone?" The old man looked at He Ping and said incredulously.

"That's what he thought." He Ping said quietly.

"You believe him?" The old man continued.

"If I don't believe it, I won't come out." He Ping looked back at the Yellow River: "I've seen Shang Li, but I haven't seen Ning Huan." ”

The Yellow River is rolling eastward, hanging high tomorrow, and it is particularly dazzling.

"I know how strong Shang Li is, so I can think of how strong Ning Huan is now."

"If you weren't in L.A., I'm afraid L.A. would be turned upside down right now." The old man said with a sigh.

"Hmm." He Ping snorted simply.

"You're not worried?" The old man looked at He Ping and said.

He Ping was just drinking tea: "If I was worried, I wouldn't be here." ”

"Anyway, it's enough that he won't die."

"If I'm in L.A., there's a lot of things I won't be able to watch."

"Out of sight is out of sight."

"Besides, I want to see it too."

He Ping said this, looking at the old man in front of him: "To what extent has he grown?" ”

"So you think he has grown to the point where he can wrestle with Ning Huan?" The old man looked at He Ping like a madman.

"No one else can do it, but he can." He Ping said.

"You know what?"

"Actually, I haven't fought with him once."

"Since I was a child, we haven't had a single hand-to-hand relationship."

"But I always believe that if we really fight to the death."

"Then the last person to survive must be him."

The old man listened to He Ping's words and shook his head: "This is impossible. ”

"You've never lost."

He Ping lowered his head and smiled: "Yes, I have never lost." ”

"But he's watched me fight too many times."

"There is no secret in the way I fight, my fighting style, in his eyes."

"I never hid anything from him."

"He said he used to look at me, and no matter how he looked at me, he felt that I was unfathomable, and he couldn't see my so-called limits."

"But now, he says he sees it."

"And tell me."

"It's not that he's getting stronger, it's that I'm getting weaker."

"Although I hate to admit it."

"But he's right."

"It's true that I'm not as strong as I was when I was strongest."

"I haven't lost before."

"But that doesn't mean I haven't lost in the future."

"Especially if the opponent is him."

The old man listened to He Ping's words, and finally sighed deeply: "I don't think that kid will make a move on you." ”

"I don't think either." He Ping smiled.

"But I hope." He Ping looked into the eyes of the old man in front of him as he said this.

"If one day I am forced to do something to him, with the goal of killing him."

"Then I hope that he will be the last person to survive."

The woman's expression was bright and calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

The old man did not want to continue the topic.

He looked at the long river behind He Ping.

"You think he can win Ning Huan?"

"I don't know." He Ping said.

"If he can win you, then he can win Ning Huan." The old man said.

He Ping lowered her head and smiled: "Why do you always look up to me so much." ”

The old man really didn't smile: "Because I know what battles you have experienced, and I also know that you have experienced those battles, and you have not lost the last time, not once." ”

"That's enough."

He Ping tilted his head and said with a smile: "Maybe it's my luck?" ”

"One can't be lucky all the time." The old man said quietly: "Although I know that you are really about to die, but before you die, you are the most terrible killer in the world, and there is no one. ”

"I'll probably live a little longer." He Ping replied calmly: "And I really don't want to lose once, prove that you are wrong." ”

"If you can win, try to win."

"If you lose, you will be unhappy, and if you lose, you will die, and you will not be able to do a lot of things you want to do."

"Also, I believe that he can't kill Ning Huan now, his martial arts are very ......" He Ping said this, paused, and didn't know how to describe it for a while: "Very chicken thief?" Or is it shameless? Or is it mushrooms? ”

"In short, his martial arts are different from the ones we are familiar with."

"He can beat me because he knows me so well, so even if I'm better than him, he can still beat me."

"But for Ning Huan, who is unfamiliar with him, even if he can really kill Ning Huan, he won't make a move."

The old man listened to He Ping's careful description of these words, and sighed: "You two are really the people who know each other in the world. ”

"After all, we've been together for a long time." He Ping smiled and said.

"Ning Huan is in Los Angeles, right?" He Ping looked at the old man and didn't smile this time.

"Actually, it's already here." The old man looked at He Ping and said.

"So fast." He Ping couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yes, after all, he is Ning Huan." The old man said.

"Ning Huan stopped the little King Kong subduing demon formation of Shaolin Temple on the long street, and after breaking the formation, he continuously injured Luo Sect Protector Hei Wu and the little girl in your inn Dragon Boat Festival, and finally took Ningxia to Los Angeles Red Sleeve Move."

"Don't make a move."

The old man looked at He Ping and said.

He Ping lowered his head and sighed: "No wonder he has to drive me out." ”