When the sound of the word "光" fell, the Wu Jieyuan all roared and stabbed at the handsome young man!

Everyone suddenly felt a little slower in their breathing.

Countless people in their hearts can they avoid it if they are in the position of this Qilin?!

Can't hide! This is the only answer in everyone's mind, but they still widened their eyes to see if this Qilin can hide.

"Wuwuwuwu~~" But the long pole in Qilin's hand also trembled instantly as soon as the word "有" was finished.

The stick head slapped on the ground of the schoolyard like a windmill, and countless gravel flying stones flew around.

For a moment, the school ground was filled with dust, and the figure of the Qilin...

The moment their long pole pierced out, he was like a ghost, and he moved forward several steps and avoided it.

The dust and the head of the stick that was spinning like a windmill blocked all the long poles that pierced in front of him, and the flying sand and gravel were forced to enter the left and right sides.

Suddenly, he turned around and shook his head again. The gravel flying stone "pa" knocked back the long poles that were constantly approaching behind him.

At this time, the entire school ground could no longer see any figure, and the flying sand and dust spread all over.

It was also at this time that the school ground covered with flying dust, the sound of "Puff..." hitting the body was constantly coming from the "Puff..." sticks.

At the same time, there were constant muffled groans, and the pain was heard, and the rising dust began to float away a little.

The Wu Jieyuan and the Wu Juzi were vaguely staring wide, and they could see a figure wearing bright silver armor jumping in the dust.

Pieces of stick shadows flashed by, and people kept lying down with pain...

When the flying dust gradually dissipated, there was only a lonely figure standing in the schoolyard.

The people present many years later still haven't forgotten the scene I saw in front of me today.

This may be the most impressive scene they have seen in their lives, and they cannot forget even when they close their eyes...

The handsome young man wearing a bright silver-copper inlaid with a beast armor and holding a long pole in one hand stood in the dust.

Perhaps it was because the wind caused by his dancing just now was too strong, but he saw that there was not much dust on his face.

The sun shines on him, illuminating his body as tall as green pine.

At his feet, there were wailing figures lying on the school ground, with the sticks scattered in scattered.

Even in the sun, the boy's eyes that still shine in the sun only had peace and no evil spirit.

It is under this sunlight and the gradually falling dust that his figure has a hazy sense of mystery.

Here, at this time.

The young man stood in the school grounds, and the wailing set off the whine of the crowd, like the legendary general, which was as frightening as the terrifying general!

"Let me see the medical officer and clean up the school grounds."

But I saw this handsome young man sighing sadly, just now Mr. Zhang seemed to have realized something.

However, this feeling was not caught by him, which made Chihu'er a little annoyed.

Although the roads between hundreds of lines are different, they are the same. Any skill is whether it is business, fighting or weapons.

When you practice the skills deeper and you have become familiar with them, you will always have some insights. If you grasp this understanding of skills, you will be able to further improve.

This understanding was called "Tao" by the ancients.

The process of finding this feeling and grasping it is called "enlightenment".

"Your ancestor is the old master Zhou Guangzu, an iron arm in Shaanxi?!" Suddenly, the young master stopped and asked Zhou Zijiang.

Zhou Zijiang was stunned when he heard this, then he clasped his fists and bowed his hands in a deep voice: "It's the ancestor..."

"Why did you wander to northern Hebei?!"

Zhou Zijiang was a little unhappy when he heard the words of the handsome young general, but he still bowed and clasped his fists and replied: "The turmoil migrated to the end of the Yuan Dynasty..."

The handsome young general seemed to see that he was unhappy and said with a smile: "Can Chen Diaoweng in Wenzhou recognize him?!"

"You... know the uncle of the lower master?!"

Zhou Zijiang was a little surprised, and looked at the handsome boy with his eagle eyes wide open.

Mr. Zhang curled his lips: "Then you have to call me uncle of the junior master, Diao Weng is my senior brother."

"..." Zhou Zijiang blushed and wanted to say something, but in the end he was speechless.

This generation is indeed higher than that of me, and my martial arts are much better than myself.

"My uncle..." Zhou Zijiang screamed in tears, while Mr. Zhang asked with a smile how he was so low in his seniority.

Zhou Zijiang sighed before telling the story.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the world was in chaos, so naturally the Zhou family could not survive.

Many family children devoted themselves to the great cause of anti-Yuan Yuan, which also led to the family being killed and scattered by the official army.

This branch of their family came out with the genealogy, and was hunted down along the way and almost killed all the children of the family.

So much so that Zhou Zijiang and his ancestors only left behind a family tree, but failed to leave behind many family martial arts.

Later, he settled in northern Hebei and settled down until the beginning of the Ming Dynasty before he sent his children from the clan to search for their roots.

It was also the people from the Wang family in the early Ming Dynasty who learned about this and asked them all the way. After checking their genealogy, they built the ancestral hall again.

He also bought some money for the silver and fed back to them the martial arts handed down by Zhou Tong and the arts taught by Sanfeng.

This is kindness, so this branch of Zhou Zijiang held disciples to the Wang family.

Chenzhou was also taught by Wang Zong on behalf of his father, and it was Wang Zong's father who found the Zhou family to pass on his skills.

The generation that Zhou family took over the ancestral skills was Zhou Zijiang's grandfather. In this way, Mr. Zhang's generation must be his uncle?

The handsome young master Zhang blinked the beautiful pair of phoenix peach blossoms and nodded undeniably.

Then he turned around and returned to the high platform, turned around and looked at the Wu Jieyuan and the martial artists who were sorrowful that they were helped back to the audience.

"I will only ask you one thing: Are you convinced?!!!"

I'm convinced! We're convinced...

The Wu Jieyuan below were wailing in pain. How could he not accept this?! They were all beaten into calves...

It was like being trampled on by 100,000 grass mud horses on their faces. The green lotus was about to be trampled to pieces and what else would you not accept?

"Xiong Lieshan!!" But Mr. Zhang's pair of peach blossoms of phoenixes were raised, and his power suddenly appeared!

Xiong Lieshan under the high platform, who had been trained so well, had been extremely awake during this period, suddenly stood up and answered loudly: "Come!"

"Stand up! Tell them, as their instructor, how are your qualifications!"
Chapter completed!