Chapter Twenty-One: Battle Jiu-Jitsu

There is a large group of people around the Lingmai Grain Field, including an old man with a hoe, a grandmother carrying a kettle, a workshop master she knows, and a child who snorts. Men and women, young and old.

Xingzi saw that Lao Xuan was twisting his nose whiskers in it, looking at the field leisurely, and Zhenjun Zhong Tie was squatting not far away, holding a huge bowl while watching and swallowing noodles.

"What's the situation? I don't even buy tickets to watch the show!" Xingzi said secretly.

There are five lying on his stomach in the field, and at first glance all of them are Zijin schoolchildren, and there is a teenager standing like a wicker, who feels that he will be blown away by the wind at any time~

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The incident was caused by Chu Muyun, a schoolboy in Guo Ziyun's same group.

Nine-year-old Chu Muyun is a genius of the Chu clan of the Immortal Cultivation Clan, with a single line of fire spirit roots, who did he look at before he entered the academy?

But as soon as he entered Zijin, he was as deep as the sea~ No matter his family background, talent or hard work, he had no sense of superiority, and he always felt that there was an old woman behind him who was smiling at him with ill intentions..

Finally got out of the cage, the sky is high and the sea is wide~ I feel that I have grown a lot of skills recently, Chu Shao's nature attack wants to find someone from Juyitang to confirm his martial arts.

The unlucky guy was the first to single-handedly pick up the weak young man Ding Yiping, and was kicked away, and then Chu Shao, who was annoyed and angry, took a group beating, but he still threw himself on the street, and the fat cloud ran away smartly~

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Ding Ding Ding ~ Zhong Tie took chopsticks on his shoulder and knocked on the iron bowl to look at the newcomer Xingzi Sanxiao and said to Lao Huan: "Little old man, come to the dish again"!

Lao Huan squeezed his eyes at the newcomer Sanxiao, and then pointed at the young man Ding Yiping: "He is thirteen years old this year, and he is in the late stage of consolidation; the three of you can go together, but you can't use anything on your body."

The master instigated the three little ones to fight naked. Chu Muyun, who was lying on the ground and was beaten like an eggplant, shouted out to the tall Aman: "Beat him for me~ I will produce two intermediate spirit stones; oh no, five"!

There are classmates' crying and begging ~ there is the instigation of the master ~ to catch the ducks on the shelves, and I have to go up. It just so happened that since I practiced, I had never learned from outsiders, and I tried my skills at the beginning to be "three British battles and one draw".

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Xingzi, Tai Shiman, and Mai Jia slowly stood in a triangle to surround Ding Yiping and saluted the young man.

Tai Shi Man rushed to the horse and stepped up, his right hand instantly changed his palm, fingers, and wrapped in the fist, and the fist was in a trance.

Xingzi people helped the wind to walk, fists, fingers, palms, and lightning to complete three of each, "Rock Paper Scissors Palm Style", a palm to the back and neck of the young man;

Mai Jia is the most chic~ light on his toes, unfolding his "Water Lotus" footwork, "Finger Style of Rock Paper Scissors", and poking Ding Yiping's nostrils with two fingers.

"Huh... The three babies are a little interesting! What is the magic of rock-paper-scissors?" Zhong Tie, who couldn't help but stop his chopsticks, asked Lao Huan.

"Hui Zhenjun, this should be the kung fu of the Southern Barbarians, as for the name, they chose it themselves, these three children are good dishes", Lao Huan smiled.