Jiang Fan turned around abruptly.

I saw that the door was opened, An An rushed out, and ran to him helplessly: "Dad, don't leave An An...... behind"

She was only five years old.

But it seems to realize something.

She may never come back until, her father is gone.

She wanted to go with her dad.

However, as soon as she ran out of the door, she was grabbed back by a large hand.

Chen Fei grabbed her by the collar and said, "Little smashing seed, what's the use of following you as a waste dad?" ”

"Let go of me, let go of my ......"

An An struggled violently, and finally couldn't help but bite him the wrist.

"Ahh

Chen Fei screamed miserably, and subconsciously gave her a slap.

"Chen Fei, you dare to touch my daughter!!" Jiang Fan yelled bitterly.

Chen Fei was taken aback by him, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I won't beat her anymore, don't be impulsive." ”

That being said, he still dragged An An to death.

An An cried: "Dad, don't leave An An, An An promises...... I will be obedient in the future...... Listen to you, okay......"

Looking at her daughter's pleading gaze.

At that moment, Jiang Fan's heart was broken.

Just when he was about to take his daughter with him.

Chen Lu walked out and said coldly: "Jiang Fan, you have to think about it, now that you have nothing, what can you give her with An An?" ”

Jiang Fan's footsteps were paused.

Oh, yes!

Now I have nothing.

What can I give An An?

Eventually, he forced himself to turn around and left despite his daughter's crying.

"Daddy......"

An An cried hoarsely, her eyes were red from crying, and her tears fell down.

After Chen Fei saw Jiang Fan completely walk away, he slapped her in the face: "Little smashing seed, what do you call it, and I will beat you again." ”

"Your waste biological father doesn't want you anymore, it's so pitiful."

He slammed his mouth, amazed, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

"You're talking nonsense."

An An looked at him extremely stubbornly, bit his lip and said loudly: "Dad won't want An An, one day, Dad will come to pick up An An!" ”

……

Jiang Fan wandered alone on the streets, trembling all over.

It was pouring rain from the sky, and the rain wet his whole body, and the rain mixed with tears flowed down Jiang Fan's face.

His mind kept echoing An An's heart-rending cry and helpless expression before leaving.

Every time he thought about it, his heart ached.

It would be great if An An was born by herself!

How nice it would be if my family wasn't so unlucky!

Thief God!

Why are you playing tricks on me!

He yelled angrily at the sky!

Finally, he roared hoarsely and exhausted.

"Poof!"

He fell heavily into the muddy water, which poured into his mouth and choked on him.

I don't know how long it took, but he passed out on the side of the road.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Fan woke up!

Cold!

It's cold!

When he first woke up, he was shivering from the cold, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in the grass in the park.

It was pitch black and empty.

It was still raining heavily and the temperature had plummeted, as if winter was coming.

He struggled out of the grass and staggered to the bottom of a tree, curling up as much as he could to keep himself from being so cold.

His body is cold!

The heart is colder!

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "I don't know how An An is doing now?" She must be missing me at the moment. ”

The rain is getting heavier!

Jiang Fan was also getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, he thought of the inheritance that his father had given him.

Among them, there is an exercise called "Gods and Demons Tyrant Body Formula", which can enhance physical fitness.

In order to keep out the cold, he immediately sat cross-legged and practiced according to the route of the exercises.

In an instant, the heaven and earth aura of the entire park surged towards him, and he absorbed them one by one.

If there were outsiders present, they would find that Jiang Fan's chest was shaking with a powerful rhythm at this moment, trembling like a big drum, and every time he trembled, he would vibrate with terrifying power.

And Jiang Fan's body also became red, like a red-hot soldering iron, steaming all his wet clothes.

The next morning, the showers stopped, and the air was unusually fresh.

The silence of the park was finally broken by the sound of leisurely footsteps.

I saw a young woman in a black practice uniform, helping an old man in a Tang costume to come over.

"Grandpa, the air is so nice this morning." The young woman smiled heartily.

"yes!"

The old man laughed: "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn, this kind of quiet atmosphere is the most suitable for you to cultivate my Chu family's "Taizu Long Fist". ”

mentioned "Taizu Long Fist", a hint of admiration flashed in the young woman's beautiful eyes.

According to his grandfather, his great-grandfather was a martial champion in the Qing Dynasty, a first-class guard in front of the imperial court, ranked in the third rank, and was a first-class master in the world.

And "Taizu Long Fist" is improved by his old man, domineering and ferocious, if he practices to the fullest, it is not a problem to fight one against one hundred.

There are a total of thirty-two styles of Taizu Changquan, but unfortunately, due to the turmoil, when it reached their hands, there were only eight styles left.

The old man urged: "Jingwen, you can start, grandpa is on the side to give you guidance." ”

Su Jingwen nodded, and was about to punch.

Suddenly, he noticed Jiang Fan sitting motionless under a locust tree on the side: "Huh? Grandpa, look at this man. ”

The old man in Tang costume also saw Jiang Fan.

I saw Jiang Fan sitting cross-legged, motionless, his chest still showing a very powerful rhythm.

"Grandpa, what is he doing? How strange is it that learning Taoism to meditate? Su Jingwen said curiously.

"I don't know."

The old man shook his head, and then said, "However, it is recorded in the ancient books left by your great-grandfather that this little brother's way of meditating is a bit like cultivating an extremely profound internal skill. ”

"Internal strength?"

Su Jingwen was shocked.

You must know that the internal strength of martial arts has long been lost in modern times, and even if there is, it is held in the hands of a few people like Longhu Mountain, and it is not shown to the public at all.

And the internal skills on the market and on the Internet are all fooling people.

However, she quickly shook her head and said, "How young is this kid, and he is as dirty as a beggar, and he doesn't look like a person who knows internal skills." ”

"Girl, have you forgotten what Grandpa told you? People can't be good-looking, and the real masters are often unattractive. ”

The old man in Tang costume shook his head with a smile and said, "Maybe this little brother is a real martial arts master?" ”

"I'll know if I try him."

Su Jingwen's face was full of disberence, she gritted her teeth, her body was as light as a swallow, and she quickly rushed towards Jiang Fan, who was meditating with her eyes closed.

The next moment, she actually hit Jiang Fan's chest with a palm.

The speed of this palm is very fast, and the strength is also very large, and the average adult strong man may not be able to bear it.