King of Supernatural Power

Zhuxia was stunned to hear Zhang Xiaojian's question. Instead of answering Zhang Xiaojian's question, he asked, "brother, are you going to the cherry blossom palace for martial arts competition?"

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned by this question and said, "is there a competition in Cherry Blossom palace?"

"You don't know." Said Zhuxia, looking at the ashes scattered by the breeze on the ground.

"I don't know." Zhang Xiaojian tells the truth.

"In the martial arts competition in Cherry Blossom palace, the first place seems to be that you can practice with the seven treasure lotus flowers. So many people went there. " Said Takeshita.

Seven treasures lotus, Zhang Xiaojian heard these words, suddenly stunned, but then returned to normal.

"What is Qibao lotus? How can it be used for cultivation?" Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

"I don't know. I just heard what others said. By the way, they are going to hold a reception on a yacht at sea tonight. Why don't we go there and maybe know more about it." Said Takeshita.

"Why do I go? You don't go." Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

Under the bamboo look a little depressed, said, "you see, I can't deal with those people just now. It's a waste to go. If you don't go, you can go. I'll give you my number plate." Said Takeshita.

"I don't think so. I'll try my best." Zhang Xiaojian said and was ready to leave.

"Wait a minute." The bamboo stopped Zhang Xiaojian.

Then he went to the corner and picked up a number plate, No. 66, from the ground.

"Here's a piece. It should belong to those people. If you don't mind, you can use it." Said Takeshita.

“……” Zhang Xiaojian, speechless, nodded and put the number plate in his pocket.

"Isn't it a little excessive for you to kill these people, even though they..." Said Takeshita.

"If you don't kill them, are you waiting for them to kill you?" Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

Bamboo frowned and did not speak. He bent down and began to clean up the pickles on the floor.

"How do you make kimchi here?" Zhang Xiaojian is very strange.

"My mother is Korean." The bamboo laughed.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, and there was not much favor in her heart.

"If you don't know the way, I can take you with you in the evening." Said Takeshita.

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment, nodded and walked with bamboo.

After several streets, two people stopped in front of a small store. Bamboo began to move things inside.

Zhang Xiaojian also reached out to help and entered the store. A woman in her forties came over with a smile. When she saw Zhang Xiaojian, she said hello warmly. Zhang Xiaojian also nodded.

"This is my good friend," he said

"Are you friends? Why don't you come in and sit down?" An old voice came out of it.

Zhuxia smiles and says, "my father,"

he puts down his things, and takes Zhang Xiaojian into the room.

In a small room of more than ten square meters, there is a dry and thin man in the wheelchair. Although he is thin, he is hale and hearty. The eyes are very divine.

"Sit down, young man." The middle-aged man pointed to a wooden chair with a smile.

"My father was injured in World War II." Takeshita explained.

When Zhang Xiaojian heard this, she suddenly stood up and her face was full of murderous spirit.

"You are Chinese." Asked the middle-aged man.

Zhang Xiaojian sneered and said, "there should be many people who died in your hands."

The man shook his head and said, "I have saved two Chinese people of one hundred spirits."

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned.

"I'm a military doctor. Although I can't stop the war, I can live up to my conscience." Back to the age of war, it seems that the eyes of men have become confused.

Zhang Xiaojian knows that although the islanders are hateful, it does not mean that all the islanders are insane animals, such as the man in front of us today.

"Over the years, I've been repenting of my military history, even though I didn't kill people." The man's fingers trembled slightly as he spoke.

Bamboo handed his father a cigarette, then lit it, and gave Zhang Xiaojian one. The room was filled with smoke.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuxia came out of the room and sat on the small bench at the door, looking at the cars coming and going back and forth on the street. They didn't speak for a long time.

"Why do you want to compete?" Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

"In order to make money, only by going into Sakura palace can they become their disciples and get rich rewards." Said Takeshita.

"Are you short of money?" Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

"I want to cure my father. Besides, I want to buy them a decent house. " Said Takeshita.

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment, took out a pill and handed it over.

"What is this?" Asked Zhuxia.

"It can make you stronger," Zhang said."Really." Under the bamboo some do not believe.

Zhang Xiaojian did not speak, the man in front of him seemed to let him see the original himself.

After taking Zhang Xiaojian's pills, Zhuxia began to regulate his breath and exercise his power.

Half an hour later, the bamboo slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Zhang Xiaojian.

Change, earth shaking change. I can't believe it.

However, Zhang Xiaojian didn't think so, squinting her eyes, leaning against the door, with a cigarette in her mouth, quietly enjoying the wonderful sunshine.

"Can I get into the top ten?" Asked Zhuxia.

Zhang Xiaojian shook her head and said, "No

Bamboo depressed, depressed squat on the ground.

"You can get into the top five." Zhang Xiaojian said.

He said that this is not groundless nonsense, because the Kung Fu of those people who were killed by him just now is too ordinary. If we follow this speculation, there should be no problem for Zhuxia to enter the top five.

Under the bamboo fiercely glared Zhang Xiaojian, in the heart head does not know how should say.

Zhang Xiaojian laughed and touched his head.

"Dinner." Inside came the shouts of his mother under the bamboo.

The two looked at each other and walked in.

Zhu Xia's father took out a bottle of wine and drank with Zhang Xiaojian very warmly.

Time is not long, the man on some slightly drunk, began to cry in tears of the past, the meal has been unable to eat.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the man with tears on his face. A trace of pity rose from his heart, and a hand was put on his knee, and spiritual power continuously entered his body. He began to repair his damaged meridians.

Obviously, the man also felt something abnormal. He stopped crying and stared at Zhang Xiaojian.

"Don't you get up and do some exercise." Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

The man is stunned, his wife is also stunned, and the bamboo is also stunned.

The man slowly stood up from the wheelchair and took the first step in the surprised expression of the other two people.

"Dad, you..." Bambusa was surprised and didn't know what to say. He immediately understood what was going on.