The farmer apologized, and after flashing Zhao Zhong sideways, his steps changed to light, like a dragonfly dotting water, and he bypassed the crowd in three or two steps and disappeared around the corner over there.

This is when he passed by Zhao Zhong before, he saw that there were many people on Zhao Zhong's side, and he was afraid that Zhao Zhong would have no money to call his friends to rob him, so he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away. Especially when he practices martial arts himself, it can also be seen that Zhao Zhong has a martial arts posture.

"This person should be practicing Xingyi, or the Eight Extremes.." The farmer recalled Zhao Zhong's arms and waist, which were obviously thicker than ordinary people, and then when he went around the street again, he did not continue to shout and sell, but walked out of the Jinglou directly with caution and drilled into the mountains and forests.

And Zhao Zhong only followed two steps, and after seeing the farmer disappearing into the crowd, he didn't catch up again, but just secretly said a pity.

"I finally met a practitioner, I didn't buy ginseng, I didn't say anything, and I didn't compare it with this medicine seller.."

After Zhao Zhong sighed in his heart, he put away his thoughts, followed Li Jiajun and the others who stopped to wait for him in front of him, and walked into a house marked "Jiuchang Pavilion" on the side of the road.

Jiuchang Pavilion is a roadside hotel with an area of about hundreds of square meters, which is neither big nor small.

After Zhao Zhong followed Li Jiajun in, he saw that there was no private room inside, but there were a lot of benches, tables and chairs.

"There are a lot of eating houses on the street, and each one has a specially arranged cook. For example, our 'Jiuchang Pavilion' is Sichuan cuisine. ”

Li Jiajun talked eloquently, and after seeing Zhao Zhong and everyone coming inside, he started to build a table first, and he did not have the arrogance of everyone's son.

"Li Shao, the boss, is about to become a waiter."

It can be said that people respect me, and I respect people.

After Zhao Zhong said with a smile, he didn't let Li Jiajun do his own work, and moved up one bench with one hand with everyone.

It's just that when Zhao Zhong went to the other end of the hotel to open the table, there was a table of guests nearby, who seemed to be discussing themselves.

"See, this person's arms and waist are thick, and when he bends over to carry things, he starts from the soles of his feet and turns from his waist."

At this table, a middle-aged man and a young man.

At this time, the middle-aged man was talking, and the young man in a splendid practice uniform nodded from time to time, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Zhao Zhong, answering the middle-aged question.

"Yes, when Uncle Wang said that, I also found out. This person has already practiced martial arts into his daily life! ”

After glancing at Zhao Zhong, the young man whispered to the middle-aged elder beside him: "Uncle Wang is worthy of practicing martial arts for ten years, and his eyes are vicious, when he sees a person moving a stool, he can think of so much!"

The young man looked admiring and praised this Uncle Wang.

Although his voice was very small, his mouth did not move. But as soon as Zhao Zhong heard it, he heard the words "strength, martial arts, etc.", and after seeing them looking at him from time to time, he knew that they were talking about themselves.

Thereupon.

Zhao Zhong glanced up at the two of them, wanting to show that he had heard their whispered remarks, and let them go out and not judge others.

But the two of them were expressionless, and they were still talking in fragments, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the crowd on Zhao Zhong's side at all.

This is because people who practice martial arts have high morale and great anger, and they can't be looked at by others, so you can eat with peace of mind, and you don't dare to say anything, right? This is also the case not only for those who practice martial arts, but also for anyone. Otherwise, how can there be the word 'war of tongues' in this world.

"When people practice martial arts, they must have the heart and be able to understand everything, and they can't weaken their momentum because of the eyes of others!"

After Uncle Wang saw Zhao Zhong's eyes, he didn't care, and he was talking to the young man about the spirit of a warrior, as if he was using this as a teaching material. It was the blood and qi that Fang Gang, the young man who had not been practicing martial arts for a long time was full of spirit, and after a glance at Zhao Zhong obliquely, he was unmoved.

However, for fear of trouble, this Uncle Wang did not talk about Zhao Zhong again, and then talked about their own martial arts.

But when Zhao Zhong saw that they were still chattering, especially after the young man skimmed his gaze from time to time, he felt uncomfortable, put the table in his hand, clasped his fists and said, "This friend, if you have anything, you might as well say it out loud." What kind of ability is it to whisper? What you say is not pleasant, and I am not happy to listen to it. ”

Zhao Zhong said, his eyes were fixed on this Uncle Wang, but he thought that they were still chewing the root of their tongues behind their backs.

"Friend, we didn't talk about you." After Uncle Wang saw that Zhao Zhong was a bit like looking for trouble, he wanted to calm things down.

But between his words, after seeing his juniors showing disdain to Zhao Zhong, he couldn't get in the way in his heart, so he said, as soon as the martial artist's heart came up, he sneered at Zhao Zhong and said, "Our own martial arts, you also want to listen to it?"

"Your own martial arts?"

After Zhao Zhong heard Uncle Wang's sarcasm, he turned around and glanced at Chen Yongren and the others, who were all looking at him, and found that they all cast inquiring glances at him, as if they wanted to ask what was going on.

"Brother Zhong, what's wrong?" Chen Yongren asked, and at the same time, Li Jiajun and the others put down the tables, chairs and benches in their hands.

"It's okay, you just have to watch."

Zhao Zhong waved his hand and smiled, turned around and looked at Uncle Wang with disdain.

"Why, more people make more confidence? Scaring our uncle and nephew? The young man scoffed. Uncle Wang was also sipping tea beside him, as if he was not afraid of anything.

"Lots of people? I'll do it myself. Zhao Zhong didn't like it when he saw their disapproving looks. In particular, he also felt that he had missed a lot of opportunities to show his performance this day, so it was better to use this Uncle Wang's posture to make a good comparison.

"If you let the juniors listen more, it's better to let him watch and practice more."

Zhao Zhong glanced at Uncle Wang's hands that were protruding like goshawk claws, and he was also curious about the martial arts he was talking about.

So, Zhao Zhongyan lagged behind, and without waiting for the young man and Uncle Wang to say more, he took two steps forward, pulled out his posture, stretched out his palm, and grabbed Uncle Wang's arm.

This time, he didn't use much force, holding the meaning of gesturing.

But after Uncle Wang saw Zhao Zhong's strong figure, he didn't dare to eat this grab, and he didn't take it lightly, hurriedly put down the teacup, and unfolded the crane-shaped carving hand he had practiced for many years.

"Hiss", the soles of the mille-feuille rubbed the ground, when Uncle Wang faced Zhao Zhong's grasp, like a swallow through the forest, he took a sideways step, avoided Zhao Zhong's grasp, twisted his waist and turned his hips, and his right hand punched through the fist, and it was a killing move when it came up, like the claws of a goshawk, and smashed Zhao Zhong's temple.

"Dead hand?"

Zhao Zhong took a look, took half a step back, flicked his left hand, and after striking away this trick, he was about to reveal what he wanted to do, when suddenly there was a wind sound behind him, as if something was smashing.

When he heard this, he kicked down with his right foot and turned sideways to avoid what was being smashed behind him.

Smack—

But although he dodged half a step, a wine bottle was broken on the ground, and for a while, the aroma of wine overflowed.

But if he hadn't dodged this time, Zhao Zhong would probably have been on the head.

This is when the young man in the back saw Zhao Zhong fighting with his Uncle Wang, he also looked for something to do.

"Do you think we're scared of you?"

After the young man smashed out a wine bottle, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly pulled up the momentum he had only practiced in the past year, and hit Zhao Zhong at the vital point.

Zhao Zhong looked at it, and then realized that the middle-aged man just now also stepped forward, and after surrounding himself with the young man one after the other, he knew that looking at the posture of the two of them, if no one went out lying down today, it was estimated that this beam would not be finished.