Time passed day by day, and half a month had passed in the battle in the north of Guyue Pass.

...

Lin Zhao was still practicing boxing on the stone bridge of Baiyu Creek with Xiao Shitou. Only here, Lin Zhao could feel the breath of his hometown in the town, his mood became more and more decisive, and Xiao Shitou's boxing skills became more and more eye-catching. The little second-level martial artist has a strong boxing style and can even compete with Lin Zhao.

On this day, an old man came to the town, wearing a blue short shirt. Although his hair was already gray, his face was rosy and full, and he looked energetic. He stood up when he passed by the stone bridge. After looking at Lin Zhao, Xiao Shitou practiced boxing for a long time, shook his head and said, "Although the boxing style is good, the martial artist's momentum and determination are still a little worse. It's better to meet someone who is weaker than him. Once he meets someone above two levels higher than him, he may not even be able to catch a punch."

Lin Zhao turned around and looked at the old man. He could sense the old man's long breathing and extremely honest martial arts aura, so he clasped his fists and said, "If you are well versed in boxing, would you be willing to give me some advice?"

"oh?"

The old man laughed: "The threshold for teaching boxing is extremely high. If I can't stand it, I might be beaten to death. Are you willing?"

"I'm willing."

Lin Zhao smiled slightly: "I just hope that my senior's boxing skills are as high as his tone, so just don't let me down."

“Hahahaha~~~”

The old man laughed heartily and said, "Let's go and find a place. I will teach you what the martial arts aura on the top of the mountain is."

"good!"

Lin Zhao asked Xiao Shitou to return to the mountaintop villa, and he led the old man all the way through the town. He stood firm in a forest not far from the east of the mountaintop villa, turned around and looked at the old man, and said, "I don't know what the senior calls me?"

"My husband's surname is Chen."

The old man in green smiled and said, "Why, remember my name after being beaten, can you take revenge?"

"That won't."

Lin Zhao shook his head and smiled, "Senior, I'm too worried."

"Do you live in a villa on the top of the mountain?" the old man asked.

"Well, why did you ask that, senior?"

"It will be convenient to make you a puddle of mud and then take you home!"

The old man in blue shirt laughed.

Lin Zhao also smiled: "Sir, please don't show mercy."

"Come on, look at the fist!"

The old man in Qingshan beat him as soon as he said that, and suddenly his aura changed. His realm was already a seventh level martial artist, but the boxing artistic conception and martial artist's aura burst out were far more than the seventh level. He instantly hit Lin Zhao with a straight punch!

Too fast, I can't hide it!

Lin Zhao was shocked. He didn't expect such an amazing existence to come to the town. This martial artist's aura... was even much more terrifying than Chu Huaixi who was walking on the sea realm!

In an instant, the boy could only cross his fists in front of his chest!

With a loud bang, Lin Zhao had already retreated and flew out. After breaking several big trees in a row, he stumbled between the mountains and forests. With just one punch, he felt that the bones in his body were about to break. The martial arts qi in his body was also extremely disordered by the other party's punch. What's even more terrible is that the old man walked step by step, his fist was full of strong and vigorous spirit, and he smiled and said, "With this little ability, I'm so embarrassed to lead troops to win the battle with the demon clan? I'm afraid that any big demon in the upper fifth realm would kill you, a young general, with one punch!"

"senior!"

Lin Zhao staggered and lifted up his true energy again. Suddenly, the fire Qilin in his body led the rolling true energy to flow all over his body. A god of war sounded, and in an instant, not only did he recover a lot of strength, but even the old man in blue shirt was removed a lot of the stimulating fist force of the old man just now. The young man looked at the old man and gritted his teeth and said, "If you can beat him to death, I'm afraid you won't count if you say it!"

"OK!"

The old man in blue clothes continued to step forward.

Lin Zhao took the lead in attacking, instantly pulled out a horse-wind-style fist stance, and his whole body increased rapidly, and he instantly punched the old man's forehead, abdomen, and neck.

"This is a bit of a surprise!"

The old man in blue chuckled. At this moment, time seemed to have solidified and stopped. The speed of Lin Zhao's first punch became extremely slow, while the old man slowly tilted his body to avoid the punch that was hitting his forehead. Then he opened his left hand in front of his chest, grabbed Lin Zhao's right fist, and gently sent his left fist and landed on Lin Zhao's abdomen.

"Peng—"

With the loud noise, the boy flew out for the second time, and this time it was even worse. His fist energy was broken, and his body broke a pine tree as thick as a bowl. He lay on the ground in dismay, vomiting a mouthful of blood. Since entering the seventh realm, he has never been so embarrassed. This old man not only has a high boxing technique, but also has a sharp punch. God knows how high the realm is!

At least, a martial artist in the upper five realms has stopped running away, and the Tianyuan realm has started!

"No?"

The old man in green smiled slightly: "At least you can hold on to the third punch?"

Lin Zhao slowly stood up, his bones seemed to be about to fall apart, and gritted his teeth and said, "As the senior wishes..."

When he slowly stood firm, the old man had already walked in front of him. The old man was very tall, half a head taller than Lin Zhao. He raised his fist gently and smiled: "I appreciate the power of this punch, the boxing techniques, boxing principles and momentum contained in this punch."

Lin Zhao opened his eyes and seemed to be standing in an ice cave. What a terrifying feeling. At this time, the old man in blue had not punched, but his body was like a god in the sky, which made Lin Zhao look up and even felt a little like a slight desire to kneel down and worship him. What kind of momentum is this?

"cannot!"

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth, and a wisp of blood flowed through his forehead through his eyes. He still opened his eyes and roared: "You can't admit defeat!"

So, under the suppression of this terrifying martial artist's aura, Lin Zhao handed out another punch, his body slightly arched, and his punch was like a mad dragon going out to sea. It was the farmer's three punches of the bullfighting style!

"snort!"

The old man sneered, but there was a clear look of relief in his eyes. Such a young Seventh-level martial artist dared to punch under the peak momentum of his twelve-level rebirth realm. Moreover, this kid just led 20,000 Snowland Tianchi Iron Cavalry to bloodshed the two military tents of the demon clan twenty days ago. Such a person is the real natural martial artist, the legendary natural general seed. Compared with him, Liu Xilong was not a big deal, just a reckless man!

When I think of this, the old man comforted me and cherished the boy in front of me.

"Peng!"

He punched the boy backwards and fainted as soon as he flew into the air.

...

In the afternoon, the mountaintop villa.

The girl Dongzang wore a long red dress and looked graceful. She was holding a bunch of carrots. Because Xiao Jiuer said yesterday that she missed the taste of carrot stewed beef, Dongzang went into the mountain in the morning and picked a bunch of wild carrots back.

When she put the things in the kitchen and just walked out of the door, she saw a figure falling from the sky. It was a tall old man in blue shirt. He was carrying a person on his shoulder. After a closer look, wasn't it Lin Zhao, the commander of the Death Camp in a gray and white shirt? Moreover, Lin Zhao was covered in blood at this time and had fainted.

"grown ups!?"

Miss Dongzang trembled all over and subconsciously felt that the old man was not good. She gently swung her palm and pulled out a soft sword from her waist. The sword trembled and pointed directly at the old man in blue, shouting: "Who are you? Let my son go!"

"oh?"

The old man pointed to Lin Zhao on his shoulder: "Do you recognize it?"

"nature!"

Dongzang frowned, pinched a signal firework in his right hand, and was about to ignite the fire to ask for help.

"Don't."

Her small movements were clearly visible to the old man in the blue shirt. He raised his hand and smiled, "No need to ask for help. There is no need. I will teach him how to practice boxing. Now that I have finished practicing boxing, I will give it to you!"

As he said that, the old man threw Lin Zhao directly on the wooden board in the corridor, clapped his hands, and looked at Dongzang with a look: "Let him take a bath, healing medicine, do you know the prescription?"

"Um!"

Dongzang frowned and nodded: "There is a prescription in the mansion!"

"That's good."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "After this guy woke up, he said to him, it will be this time when he woke up tomorrow. I will wait for him on the other side of the back mountain."

"oh……"

Dongzang nodded: "Then...thank you, senior?"

"Go away."

The old man in green clothes stepped out of the air and shook away, extremely elegant.

Dongzang glanced at Lin Zhao's appearance, frowned, turned around and carried his arm on his shoulder, then helped Lin Zhao back to the room step by step, then started boiling water and so on, and became busy.

...

Town, on the stone bridge.

The old man in green shirt carried his hands behind his back and slowly stepped onto the stone bridge. On the stone bridge was a bookstore man in a gray-white Confucian shirt.

"Thank you."

Qin Suihan smiled slightly.

The old man in green shirt nodded and smiled, "Mr. Qin spoke in person, there is no reason not to help, but Lin Zhao is indeed a good boxing material. It would be a pity not to be a martial artist. Although Mr. Qin has a high level, he is really not as suitable as me to teach him."

"yes."

Qin Suihan smiled and said, "It is better for martial artists on the top of the mountain to teach him. As for me, I can only teach him the skills of sages and sages."

“Hahahaha~~~”

The old man laughed heartily and said, "Lin Zhao's seven realms... has a solid foundation. After all, he is diligent in practicing boxing and has a high talent. Mr. Qin is still worried and wants a more perfect seven realm?"

"Um."

Qin Suihan said: "There are so many martial artists in the seven realms in the world. Can Mr. Chen have a way to make Lin Zhao the number one in the seven realms in the world?"

"If I don't come, he will have at most top three."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "I am here now, he can only be the number one! Even if Lin Zhao reaches the eighth realm, he will be the best in the world in the eighth realm."

Qin Suihan chuckled: "That's the case, thank you Mr. Chen."

"I've helped Mr. Qin so much, why don't you invite me to have a drink?"

"Old Chen is a first-class palace coach, so he has no money to drink? But I haven't sold a book for many days."

"Dede, I'll treat this wine!"
Chapter completed!