Heyang City, Antique Street, Wang Che once again turned into the appearance of Sa Nengfu, returned to the shop that was under his order, and found Li Dalong again.

It is said that Li Dalong has been waiting for all the flowers in the past few months, Wang Che only said that the place he went to was not close before leaving, but who would have thought that this trip would leave directly for nearly four months!

In the past few days, Li Dalong has felt that his father-in-law Li Yunlong is afraid that he will be killed by the enemy outside......

Seeing Li Dalong's angry look, Wang Che also knew that he was at fault, so he comforted him with kind words, saying that he didn't know that what he had to do this time would be so tricky, and if he could get out, he would have come back a long time ago......

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect Wang Che to be so terrifying, just with this fake words, it's a pity that he is not an actor, it was completely games and novels that delayed him before......

……

"Ahem," after comforting, Wang Che asked, "Dalong, I've been away from home for the past few months, how is your martial arts entry?" ”

Li Dalong didn't seem to care about the shop at all after hearing that Wang Che came back, but had been caring about himself, which made him feel warm in his heart after losing his father in the early years, and hurriedly returned:

"Returning to my righteous father, somehow, you passed on my Tongjian Buddha and I are very compatible, and I have been practicing with the elixir for four months, and I have become very proficient, and now I have the cultivation of the middle stage of the vein."

Li Dalong looked very proud when he said this - yes, he will indeed be proud, after all, this is a novice area, everyone has little knowledge, and he is already a "master" in raising the vein, not to mention, he still rose to it in the four months of crickets, this speed is incredible in Li Dalong's opinion, he didn't know that he was a genius before......

"Oh, yes, then our father and son have fought each other, I also want to see how well you practice, don't worry, I won't use the power beyond the middle stage of cultivation."

Sensing Li Dalong's expression, Wang Che felt that as a responsible father, he had to give him a little setback, otherwise he was likely to become proud, so he said his request......

Seeing the look on Wang Che's face, Li Dalong always felt an inexplicable chill on his body, but his father's order was difficult to disobey, and he actually wanted to show his cultivation results in front of his father-in-law, so he quickly agreed:

"Yes, father-in-law."

……

So, on July 17, white dew, dusk, sunset, outside the inn, a battle between father and son began.

After the two of them put on a posture, Wang Che didn't mean anything polite, and he didn't say the idea of letting Li Dalong strike first, and directly used the true martial arts to run a set of moves called "Basic Fist Method", because his true martial arts had not yet reached a small success, and only used the power of the nourishing pulse realm, so the attack power of this move was lackluster, but it used a "momentum" that represented the family affection in the world, which was enough to cause a great spiritual impact on Li Dalong, who had a father-son relationship with him.

Sure enough, in Li Dalong's eyes, when Wang Che hit this punch, the speed was about the same as him, but he couldn't react at all, just stunned in place.

It wasn't until Wang Che finished swinging his fist that Li Dalong was slow to react, however, Wang Che's momentum had completely changed......

From an old and ugly old man, he suddenly turned into a mountain standing on top of the sky, and a momentum that was about to cover everything emanated.

Look again, the mountain is gone, and only a fist is left in front of me.

This fist is not good-looking, the shriveled fingers are put together, and there doesn't seem to be much oppression, but in the next moment, the originally small fist quickly became bigger, and Li Dalong could only watch in a daze, watching this punch turn into the palpitating mountain just now.

……

This fist mountain seems to contain all kinds of unimaginable catastrophes, fires, floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, and even, the sky has fallen, and the mountain seems to be unable to bear it and begins to collapse, but the body of the mountain has fallen, and the spirit of the mountain is still there.

The calamity is showing off, dancing, struggling, roaring, like a fierce god, but God has also stopped before this venerable mountain, because this mountain is so tenacious, so magnificent, so upright, so majestic...... This is an absolute taboo that God cannot interfere with!

……

As soon as the punch came out, Li Dalong was silent, this is the supreme fist method that he could never dream of, not to refer to how powerful this punch is, in fact, before the fist falls, no one knows how much power this punch has.

But the most valuable thing about this punch is not its power, but the spirit of standing up to the sky and swearing to protect his family.

On this punch, Li Dalong, who lost his father since he was a child, felt a mountain of fatherly love, and he saw a father, willing to do whatever it takes to shelter his children from the wind and rain, which is something he has never enjoyed but has always longed for in his heart.

Only if he can be extremely affectionate, he can be extremely boxing, this is a master, he is ashamed of the proud thoughts he once had, and he is happy to have such a good father.

In the end, this punch slowly stopped in front of Li Dalong, and the momentum of the mountain disappeared, and everything seemed to be just an illusion.

Until the end, Li Dalong could only watch in a daze.

He knew that he had undoubtedly lost, there was such a boxing technique in the world, and he had often heard storytellers say that the so-called martial artists had to rely on their fists to speak after all, which was just a derogatory statement, but now it seems that this is just his loneliness.

Now he understands that for real martial artists, their fists, their fingers, and their blades are the real instruments ♂ used to communicate feelings, and when martial artists perform martial arts, every punch, every kick, and every sword they can contain a huge amount of fiery feelings that cannot be described in words!

And this feeling must be sincere!

Because, fists don't lie.

……

Under this punch, Li Dalong cried...... Crying like a two-hundred-pound child......