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Chapter 417 What Kind of Kung Fu Are You Practicing?

The young man surnamed Gu's move was fast and ruthless, and his original intention was to force the restaurant owner to save himself and let go of Young Master Huang in his hands.

But the restaurant owner knew that there was someone attacking behind him, but he didn't intend to dodge at all. He still lifted Huang Shao's body and threw him out of the window.

At the same time, with a sound of "ping", the fist of the boy surnamed Gu hit him firmly on the back.

The owner of the restaurant shook his body for a while, as if there was nothing serious about it, he turned around and grabbed the arm of the boy surnamed Gu who hadn't had time to retract.

The boy surnamed Gu hurriedly waved his arm, trying to break free from the opponent's grasp.However, he found that the opponent's palm was firmly grasped in his hand like iron tongs, and he couldn't shake it off at all.

All I heard was a broken drink: "You also go down for me!"

The young man surnamed Gu only felt a strong force coming from his hand, his whole body was pulled, he involuntarily rose from the ground, and flew out of the window.

The owner of the restaurant didn't care about what would happen to Huang Shao and the boy with the surname Gu who were thrown out of the window. He stepped out quickly and rushed to the other people in the box. When he dropped his hands, he grabbed Bai Xiong one after another. , the bodies of He Qiujiang and others were thrown out of the window.

At the beginning, the passers-by walking on the old street saw someone fall from the window on Bazhen's attic, thought it was someone who committed suicide by jumping off the building, and screamed.

But then I saw people falling from the top continuously, just like dumpling, and I was stunned for a while, not knowing what happened.

I don't know what technique the restaurant owner used. When they were about to fall to the ground, everyone would be pushed forward by an invisible force, dispelling the gravity of the fall.

Although it was thrown from the three or four meter high building, there was no bloody head, broken limbs and broken bones.It's just that he fell to the ground in public, feeling a little embarrassed.

In the blink of an eye, all the people in the box who were invited by Young Master Huang to the banquet were thrown out of the window.

I don't know if the restaurant owner was a little confused. After seeing someone standing in the box, he rushed to Ling Zikai's side again, and stretched out his hand to grab him.

What's wrong?Shall we even throw it down together?You are too domineering!

After Ling Zikai was stunned for a moment, he raised his arm and grabbed the opponent's falling wrist. The energy of the ancestor god in his body came into being, lifted the restaurateur's body in the air, and threw it towards the window.

Tit for tat really.

Just now, Bai Xiong and others were helpless under the hands of the restaurant owner, and were directly thrown into the street.

Now that he met Ling Zikai, it was his turn. Driven by the turbulent energy of the ancestor gods, he also had no ability to resist. He flew towards the window, and he was about to end up in the same fate as those before. .

At this moment, the white-haired old man suddenly raised his arm, and the crutch he was leaning on came out, and the hair came first, and it happened to be in the middle of the window.

At this moment, the body of the restaurant owner had already flown to the window, and happened to hit the crutch blocking the window.

There was only a "crack", and the wooden crutch, which was only as thick as a thumb, couldn't bear the huge impact at all, and was broken abruptly.

But with this blocking force, the restaurant owner's body also froze for a moment.Taking advantage of this buffer, he hurriedly stretched his legs and kicked on the window frame, used his strength to turn somersault, and landed in the box again.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

The white-haired old man clapped his palms a few times, looked at Ling Zikai and praised: "Young man, you are very good at hiding!"

Ling Zikai said indifferently: "Old man, you don't look like an octogenarian either!"

The restaurant owner, who was still in shock, stabilized his body, walked up to Ling Zikai, looked him up and down, and gave him a thumbs up: "You are amazing! I am not your opponent! How dare you ask me?" Which sect master did it come from? What kind of kung fu did you use just now?"

"Your Excellency misunderstood! I have never practiced any martial arts, and I am not a martial arts master!"

"It's impossible, I can feel that what you used on your arm just now is a kind of power that I have never encountered before, just like the legendary true energy! I think you must have cultivated a very remarkable internal skills!"

Seeing the restaurant owner's swearing, Ling Zikai was a little bit dumbfounded. He didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he put on a proud look and said slowly: "Even if I have learned martial arts, so what? Why should I tell you?" Where is your background?"

The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment, thinking about it, why should he tell him the secret!
Seeing the sluggish look of the restaurant owner, the white-haired old man sighed and said, "Okay, Xiao Leizi, you don't have to worry about it! I told you a long time ago that there are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people. The strong are even more powerful! All these years let you run this restaurant, and all the kung fu you learned before was wasted!"

The white-haired old man paused for a moment, cupped his hands at Ling Zikai, and said, "Dare you ask my little brother's name? Can we take a step to talk?"

"My surname is Ling, and my name is Zikai. Old man, if you have anything to say, we can arrange another time to discuss it. The purpose of my coming to Bazhen Pavilion today is to treat guests to dinner, and there are still some friends waiting for dinner outside!"

Ling Zikai politely declined the invitation of the white-haired old man.

Although Ling Zikai was very curious about the fact that the white-haired old man could have consciousness, it was the first contact between the two parties after all, and he didn't want to have more entanglements with the other party before he found out the details of the other party.

Besides, the restaurant owner was able to be thrown out just now, relying on the energy of the ancestors, not the peerless martial arts they imagined, who was not on the same path as the other party.

"Haha! Brother Ling is right. The world is big, and the most important thing is to fill your stomach! Xiaoleizi, how do you manage to be the owner of this restaurant? If you have customers coming to your door, why don't you hurry up and arrange seats? Please Everyone sit down!"

Hearing what the white-haired old man said, the restaurant owner responded and quickly packed up the tables and chairs in the box.

"Brother Ling, please treat me to dinner first, I won't bother you if I'm old!"

The white-haired old man cupped his hands at Ling Zikai, and slowly exited the box.

Before Ling Zikai could speak, Zhang Hao had already shouted outside: "Everyone, come in!"

The somewhat impatient people who had been waiting outside the box heard Zhang Hao's shout, shouted, and all rushed in.

He Ling yelled dissatisfiedly at Ling Zikai: "Ling Zikai, what are you doing, it takes half a day to book a box, everyone is about to starve to death!"

Before Ling Zikai could reply, the restaurant owner had already agreed repeatedly: "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting! Please wait a little longer, I'll call someone to serve the food right away!"

Then he quickly turned around and ran out of the box.

(End of this chapter)