Martial King’s Retired Life

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I rode in the moonlight and returned to ‘the years are like a knife’. To deal with the last thing tonight.

Sure enough, as I thought, the table was still asleep because Su Xiao, who was curled up a little like a kitten, had nowhere to go.

How did this guy sleep so dead ... Smell twice how drunk he can get drunk for so long!

I rolled my eyes to him, but the kid seemed to be able to receive it, and suddenly smiled: "Meow ~"

Su ‘Sister Paper’ was maliciously selling cute while rubbing her tender cheek on the table that seemed to have not been wiped for at least ten years ... This scene was too beautiful and I skipped it.

but……

"Ah, I'm hungry. Let me just say something. It's an accident as soon as I eat. It's been five years and I haven't had a complete meal of elbow."

"Otherwise, shall I come to invite you?"

"You came?"

The person who answered my self-talk was Tang Yan. He was walking back from the other direction.

"Come back. When you wake up, you have to deal with the people lying on the ground." Tang Yan clapped his hands. "All of them were sent to the Yemen. All five were sealed by the palm of their hands with their palms. To the top. "

I don't think so.

"How long have you woke up?"

"About half an hour."

Isn't it almost drunk all night ...

Tang Yan stared at me: "Where have you been?"

"The weather is good. Go for a walk."

Obviously Tang Yun didn't believe it, but he didn't care. Because he wasn't interested in my personal affairs, he was only interested in a fight with me.

"Tonight, will you make an appointment?"

"The loser asks for a vintage. If you agree to this condition."

Maybe I thought I would still refuse. Tang Yan who understood did show a war-filled smile.

There are two reasons to agree with Tang Yi.

One is that I find that I don't seem to care about Tang Ye knowing my identity or strength. Because Tang Yan has his own goals, he doesn't care too much about other people's affairs. Therefore, I will not worry about why I appeared in Beijing and why I entered the six doors. That is, there will be no trouble.

The second point is because I like this young man very much. Looking at him, I seemed to see Da Luoshan's brothers, sisters, uncles, etc ... because they all asked me how to practice internal exercises.

Of course I have no church. Not because I teach poorly! It ’s the fault of my master! No, Master taught almost nothing! That's why I don't teach people.

"... you seem to be thinking back, can you start?"

In order to avoid waking up Miss Su who slept soundly, we found a quiet alley.

"I waited a long time today, and I know you have a high level of martial arts." Tang Yan took a deep breath, "but I have never tried my best."

Really?

If you think about it, Tang Ye almost gave me the feeling of being at ease when working with people. It's not that he deliberately concealed martial arts when he was doing it with others, but he didn't go all out.

"This is my best effort." Tang Yan tore off the sleeves of his hands and exposed the mighty unicorn again. Driven by his internal force, the heat in his hands suddenly increased, and the skin became red, like a burning iron.

Tang Yan put his hands up, his eyes fixed on where I was.

The air around me suddenly became hot, apparently at night, but it seemed to be midsummer. This is a change caused by his internal skills.

"Blood Yang is really qi?" This is strange, I never thought I would see the rumored martial arts here.

Blood Yang is a wonderful skill. It can change the heat of the air by manpower, and even reaches the highest level, it can even catch fire. It can be said to be a very good martial art. I don't know where Tang Wei learned from.

"drink!"

Tang Yan gave a violent sigh, and with his hands clasping a high fever, he slammed in front of me with his explosive energy. Tang Yan's palms were red and hot, and he went straight into the palace from the middle.

I dodged my first palm sideways, and his palms came in endlessly.

No, it's not just about mastering. It has been said before that Tang Xun's kung fu is unparalleled in the world. His hands or fists, or claws, or fingers, pinched, patted, and poked, without changing for a moment. He has learned more than a dozen types of kung fu, and his integration has all been absorbed into the blood yang.

"Great. What is the name of this martial art?"

"Blood Sun Iron Hand."

Blood Yang is really qi, plus iron hand kung fu? It's amazing.

The change in Tang's hands was even more mysterious. I staggered behind him and raised my leg. Tang Yan ducked sideways, but I was faster than him, so this leg still hit his back.

Don Juan time turned into a gourd. I couldn't finish the round of blood yang and the magical change of hands just now. The surrounding air has returned to its normal temperature.

"Oh, it's getting cooler."

"..."

Tang Yan was kicked out of my interest by kicking me, and he was desperately balancing himself at this moment. But at the same time I cast a resentful look on me: "... why not with your hands?"

"No

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