Urban Dad: Signed in for one year and his identity was exposed

Chapter 161 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

However, the two brothers of the Qin family were slightly taken aback when they saw the expressions of the grandpa and grandson of the Bai family.

He quickly realized that Zhang Xiao must have acted in a low-key manner and did not show his strength and ability, so Bai Miao's grandfather and grandson did not know about it.

Qin Shou immediately smiled lightly, and replied: "Yes, this Young Master Zhang, but my old man's life-saving benefactor, is the great benefactor of my Qin family."

Bai Miao and Bai Ziruo's grandpa and grandson looked at each other, and finally came to understand, it turned out that this Xiao is actually a doctor, Zhang Xiao must be very skilled in medicine, he cured the old man Qin's illness, that's why the two brothers of the Qin family are like this grateful.

As for the others?
The grandfather and grandson really never thought about it.

"Young Master Zhang, please take a seat first!" Qin Shou made another gesture of invitation to Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao nodded and sat in front of the two brothers of the Qin family.

"Hmph, I didn't expect this kid to have something to do with the Qin family!"

Bai Ziruo and Bai Miao also sat next to each other, seeing Zhang Xiao's calm expression, they snorted coldly in their hearts.

She really didn't expect that Zhang Xiao could still have a relationship with the Qin family, and looking at it this way, the relationship was not hidden.

But this didn't make her think highly of Zhang Xiaogao.

In the world of martial arts, the strong are respected, and everything speaks with its own strength.

Only masters like Tang Fan, the elder of the Tang Sect, are truly admirable and powerful.

Of course, Zhang Xiao didn't pay attention to Bai Ziruo's thoughts. He glanced at the warriors sitting around the Kowloon battle stage, almost every one of them had reached the realm of fifth-rank warriors.

Among them, there are also a few who have reached the level of junior masters.

Of course, those who can sit in the front are all martial arts masters with certain weight.

"Everyone, everyone!"

At this moment, an old man wearing Tangmen costume suddenly flew onto the stage and landed in the center of the Kowloon battle platform.

"It's still half an hour before noon. All of you who are doing this are colleagues from the Southwest Martial Arts Circle. Our outer sect elders are worried that you will be bored waiting, so I specially asked me to let you know."

"Before the official competition starts, if you are interested, you can go to the stage to compete and pass the free time."

After the old man finished speaking, he cupped his hands to the surroundings, and quickly left the battle arena.

The warriors around looked at each other with a look of fiery expression on their expressions.

Everyone is a martial arts practitioner. This Nine Dragons platform can be said to be an excellent place to compete and learn. Moreover, there are so many masters in the Southwest Martial Arts world present, many of them want to show their skills on the stage, and maybe they can become famous in one battle!

All of a sudden, everyone around the Kowloon battle stage began to discuss. Many people were gearing up and eager to try, but they were just talking and no one dared to go on stage.

There are many masters present, and those martial artists who know their low cultivation level will definitely not go up as a stepping stone, and those real masters all know each other, and no one wants to go up and hurt their peace.

The atmosphere was very silent, about ten minutes later.

Suddenly a figure leaped a few feet, onto the Kowloon battle platform.

The person on stage was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a slightly sickly pale face, but sharp eyes.

As soon as he came to the stage, he turned his eyes and looked directly at an old man with black hair and long temples sitting a little in front of Zhang Xiao.

"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time since we've had a fight, how about some activities?"

The black-haired old man suddenly stood up and laughed loudly: "That's exactly what I meant!"

As soon as the words fell, the divine action was like an electric shot, and it fell directly on the Kowloon battle platform, standing opposite the old man.

When the two came to the stage, the audience around them immediately exclaimed.

Even Bai Miao, who is a self-proclaimed master, trembled slightly and his eyes were dull.

"It's really unexpected, these two people will be on the Kowloon battle stage."

Bai Ziruo asked curiously, "Grandpa, who are these two?"

Bai Miao looked at the two people on the Kowloon battle stage with Ren Jiu's eyes, and replied in a low voice: "Nanquan, Zhoutong!"

"North Leg, Qian San."

"These two are also well-known masters in the entire southwest territory, and they are real fighting monsters. They often go to other sects to learn and challenge."

Bai Miao said it again and again, and stroked his beard again and again. It could be seen that he should be very afraid in his heart.

"It seems that this time the Nine Dragons Battle Arena is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it's exciting to watch again!"

"Not only can I see the battle between Tang Fan and Zhang Xiao, but there are also other masters' duels. This trip is not in vain!"

Bai Ziruo looked at the breath of the two people on the stage soaring, and was about to make a move, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she seemed very excited.

And Zhang Xiao, who was sitting on the side, always had quiet eyes and a calm expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Although my time is very tight, it is also a very good thing to learn more about these people in the martial arts world in the southwest.

If it wasn't for the presence of so many people from the martial arts world, Zhang Xiao really wouldn't be in the mood to wait here for such a long time.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, there was an explosive sound from above the Kowloon battle platform.

I saw Qian San's footsteps on the north leg, and landed heavily on the battle platform.

"Crack!"

As soon as he stepped out, the entire platform shook a little, as if a crack had appeared. This was just the power of one kick, which made the faces of the warriors present change drastically.

"Make a move!"

Qian San stood on one foot, like a steel pillar inserted into the stone platform, as stable as Mount Tai, beckoning to Nanquan Zhou Tong.

"It's not bad that it's Qiansan!"

Zhou Tong's eyes changed slightly, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He is a martial arts madman, and his goal in this life is to be able to reach the peak of martial arts and beat all the masters in the world.

As soon as the words fell, his fists turned into knives and rushed towards Qian San.

In an instant, he was more than one meter away from Qian San.

With a punch, the arm is like a steel bone.

"it is good!"

Faced with this mighty punch, Qian San didn't panic at all, but seemed very excited.

He raised one foot high, jumped lightly, and then punched Zhou Tong hard from a high altitude.

Its power is like a huge mace, and the surrounding air rustles.

Zhou Tong didn't evade in the slightest, he mobilized the zhenqi all over his body, gathered it between his arms, and raised his fists high, obviously preparing to have a wave with Qian Sangang.

"boom!"

Fists and legs meet.

There was a loud bang, and both of them trembled.

Zhou Tong stepped on the table and stepped back three steps in a row, while Qian San did a backflip in the air and took a step back after landing.

Everyone is a martial artist, and they can all see it.

There were three and a half inch deep footprints on the surface of the Zhoutong textbook, and Qian San's right leg trembled slightly.

It is conceivable how much energy this blow produced.

Win or lose, it's hard to comment now.

"That's good, that's what makes it interesting."

Qian San laughed loudly, stomped his right foot down again, and shot towards Zhou Tong again, his legs were as flexible as his arms.

One blow after another, the whip legs swept across, and the power after each blow was superimposed.

On Zhou Tong's side, naturally he did not retreat or evade, he responded with both fists freely, one punch was stronger than the other, and he responded with different directions and angles.

a time.

On the stage, the shadows of legs and fists were raging, and the people watching were dazzled, making people exclaim that it was very enjoyable.

(End of this chapter)