The best perspective expert

Chapter 78
The bald old man came to provoke, obviously not aimlessly, but for some kind of token.

I didn't care about it before, but now I'm curious, what kind of token is worthy of the bald old man making such a fuss?

Grandpa Sun hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "It's nothing, it's just a brass plaque left by my master, it's a token of our sect, but he doesn't know who told him that this token hides a big secret, So I took the initiative to snatch it, if it is not my opponent, I made an agreement with me to accept a disciple each, and when the time comes, let the disciples have a competition, and whoever wins the token will get it."

Speaking of this, I took a long breath, "I never accepted apprentices these years, I just didn't want to argue with him. It's been years since we lived together without incident. I thought he would have forgotten about it long ago, but I didn't expect..."

Han Zhenyang was stunned, "You and the bald old man have the same teacher? So, don't I still have to call him uncle?"

Grandpa Sun waved his hand, "No need, the relationship has been broken long ago, it doesn't matter if you shout or not, and this is what age, if you have to discard some things, just discard them, don't be bound by those red tapes, it's boring."

Han Zhenyang grinned, "Master is free and easy," then patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Master, if he dares to come again, I will do what I say, and I will kick his leg like a stake, and I will never use a second kick if I say one." .”

"There is no big mistake in being careful, and there is no harm in being careful. No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. Now you use guns, and you can't defend against them. Back then, people with such great eyesight died under foreign guns..." The old man sighed.

Han Zhenyang nodded quickly, "What you have taught me is that I will be careful." He has personal experience of this, and he almost confessed when he was besieged by Sun Chengfeng's gunmen. Under the impact of the rain of bullets, the aura was consumed very quickly. If it wasn't for his relatively sufficient aura reserve, it might have been exhausted at that time.

Without the aura, he becomes a toothless tiger who can only be slaughtered.

So he knew the power of modern firearms, and he didn't dare to ignore the old man's lesson.The old man's current actual combat ability may have declined, but in terms of experience, he can't catch up with flattery. These years of ups and downs have brought him close to death, and the experience accumulated in life and death can't be bought with money.

After driving away the bald old man, Han Zhenyang received a call from Qiao Shengnan again, asking him how he invited the master.

Han Zhenyang didn't dare to say that he didn't plan to invite any masters, but that he personally took care of the matter that he was currently learning.He was afraid that Qiao Shengnan would lose his temper, so he just said that it was almost done and he would go back in a few days.

Hanging up the phone, I thought to myself: The only thing I lack for my current engraving technique is the hands-on experience. I should go back to Daocheng. Is there any place more convenient to practice than Daocheng?Just how to tell Master?Or, why not just invite Master to the island city?

After dinner, when I was practicing boxing with my master, I suddenly heard slight footsteps outside the courtyard wall, and immediately became alert, because hearing the sound, there were quite a few people coming.He mobilized his spiritual energy to probe outside, and found more than 20 people surrounded him, each armed with a weapon. The leader was Chen Zheng, the third son of the bald old Chen Zhenshan, who had been thrown twice by him in the morning.

Fuck, I'm tired of working!
Han Zhenyang suddenly stood up, dragged his master to sneak behind the courtyard wall to hide, grabbed an iron pick, took off the pick and held it in his hand, stared at every move of the group of people with spiritual energy, and saw that they were about to fight Qiang came in over the wall, sneered, and resisted, the adobe courtyard wall was knocked down by him with a crash.

Amidst the dust, he slammed into the human wall that had just been erected, and the person who hit him was turned upside down in the exclamation of whoops, and then hit with a rounded pick. It was dark, there were no stars and moons, only faint lights, visibility It's very low, but he has the support of spiritual energy, and he can hit every shot with accuracy.

In the darkness, a group of people came silently, without even seeing Han Zhenyang's master and apprentice, they were driven all over the mountain and fled in embarrassment, except for Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng also wanted to run away, but he couldn't. He was kicked by Han Zhenyang on the front bone when he started, and his bones were broken. Some people know that they bullied Mr. Sun, and their end is even worse than it is now.

The people in Chenjiagou are unwilling to provoke his family, but it doesn't mean that they can do whatever they want in Chenjiagou.

Besides, what they did was really not very bright. If it spread out, they would not only lose face, but they might even be arrested.And for people like them, the world has changed, and the one who called the police is a softie, who will never be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

Han Zhenyang ignored those little guys, carried Chen Zheng back to the yard, threw him on the ground, and asked sharply, "Be honest, what do you want to do?"

Chen Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, and he didn't even look at Han Zhenyang, looking rather stiff.

"Do you think that if you don't speak, I will have nothing to do with you?" Han Zhenyang sneered and took out Chen Zheng's cell phone, rummaged through the address book, found a number with the note "Father", dialed it, and there was a lot of trouble over there. It was connected soon, "San'er, how are you? Did you find anything?" It was the voice of the bald old man Chen Zhenshan.

Han Zhenyang sneered, "Chen Zhenshan, if you want your son, get over here immediately, or I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

"You, who are you?"

"Why, the one who was slapped by me suffered from amnesia? Does this forget me?"

"It's you puppy!" Chen Zhenshan gritted his teeth and asked in a hateful voice: "Where is my son, what have you done to him?"

"I didn't do anything to him, I just accidentally kicked him and broke his head-on bone," Han Zhenyang said indifferently: "I warned you this morning, whoever dares to take a step here, that wooden stake will be his end, I just fulfilled my promise." promise."

"You little dog is going to die, you wait, I'm going to kill you," Chen Zhenshan slammed and dropped the phone, shouting at his son and apprentices: "San'er was arrested, come with me People, everyone goes, bring the guy, no matter how he can fight, can he beat so many people?"

His eldest son asked cautiously, "Dad, do you wear short ones?"

"Bring, bring them all!" Chen Zhenshan had a grim face, as if he had seen Xu Jingxing's battered corpse.

Han Zhenyang heard a slap from the opposite side, shrugged his shoulders and said to Chen Zheng: "It seems that your old man doesn't like you very much, he even dropped the phone, if that's the case, then you go to die, anyway, you are fine Use it," he said, swung the pickaxe round and smashed it down on Chen Zheng's head.

How powerful Han Zhenyang is, Chen Zheng has experienced it personally, coupled with the fact that the thick pickaxe whizzed towards his forehead, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and he screamed in horror: "I said—"

Only then did Han Zhenyang put away the pickaxe handle with a smile on his face, "Look, I am reasonable. If you cooperated so early, why would you need to suffer such a crime? Tell me, what is the purpose?"

(End of this chapter)