At this moment, Tang Zhun looked quietly at the military fist that was being beaten, Wang Qingtian, who was full of wind...

Wang Zhan was also looking at his father's skills and thought that his father's body had indeed recovered. At this moment, the moves in the military fist were accurate and in place, and it was said that the sword was not old.

As for Wang Menghan, she peeked at Tang Zhun from time to time. She was a little confused and thought to herself, why didn't she find this man's excellence before?

At this moment, among all the young men that Wang Menghan had ever seen in her life, no one could compare to Tang Zhun.

If it were other men, Wang Menghan would be sure to take it like this, but for such a man, Wang Menghan found that he was not sure. Tang Zhun looked casually and looked ordinary, but the kind of demeanor he showed was faintly revealed. At this moment, Wang Menghan had already understood that it was a lofty demeanor, which was kept thousands of miles away, and was extremely cold at the height. In front of Tang Zhun at this time, Wang Menghan had somehow felt inferior in his heart.

As Wang Menghan's uncle, Wang Zhan also noticed Wang Menghan's abnormality and said slowly in a low voice: "Girl, Mr. Tang is a dragon among people, not so easy to pursue, and Mr. Tang already has a wife and daughter. You can't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't do anything random. I'm just curious about what kind of woman it is, and I have such honor to become his wife." Wang Menghan's tone was full of envy.

Wang Zhan nodded, and he agreed with this sentence. Did that woman save the Milky Way in her previous life? She actually married someone like Mr. Tang.

Originally, he didn't care about Tang Zhun, but now Wang Zhan immediately took out his cell phone and sent a text message. He asked the military to investigate Tang Zhun's identity and some information about the people around him.

Finally, Wang Qingtian stopped his fist, took a deep breath before saying to Tang Zhun: "Mr. Tan, I have finished the demonstration. So when can you modify the Juntai Fist to ancient martial arts? Even if it takes three or five years, the military can afford it."

When Tang Zhun heard this, he couldn't help but smile, waved his hand, and said directly: "Give me paper and pen now."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingtian looked at Mr. Tan blankly, feeling a little confused. Wang Qingtian suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly: "Mr. Tang, do you mean..."

"Now I can modify the Junti Fist to an ancient martial art, and its power has been enhanced by no less than 10 times!"

Tang Zhun said casually.

He has such talent, otherwise how could he grow step by step in the world of immortal cultivation and finally become the prestige of the Beidou Emperor?

Wang Qingtian took a deep breath and nodded. Wang Zhan said in disbelief: "I just finished reading it. Can you directly modify the Juntai Fist to ancient martial arts? No need to think seriously for a while?"

In Wang Zhan's mind, ancient martial arts are unfathomable existences. Any ancient martial arts was created by the hard work of his predecessors.

Such founding masters have had a very difficult journey of creating martial arts.

But now Tang Zhun said that after he finished reading military boxing, he could modify it into ancient martial arts in an instant. How can people believe this kind of thing?

Wang Zhan also hired many ancient martial arts masters, but he was not a master, so he could not change his body boxing to ancient martial arts at all.

This is no longer a modification,

But "creating martial arts"!

Tang Zhun smiled but said nothing.

Wang Qingtian immediately shouted: "Menghan, hurry up, hurry up, go and bring the paper and pen."

"Oh!" After Wang Menghan came to his senses, he immediately went to get the pen and ink.

With paper and pen on your hand, Tang Zhun started writing directly. His pen was like a dragon and a snake, and his words were vigorous and powerful.

Every word seemed to contain something, which made Wang Qingtian feel numb after reading it.

soon!

Tang Zhun stopped the brush in his hand.

Tang Zhun said casually: "You will know by practicing."

"I'll do it." Wang Qingtian immediately went, staring at the words on the paper, and looked carefully.

"Really or false?" Wang Zhan went up with a little suspicion. But when he saw this, he immediately frowned.

What I said at the beginning is that if you want to practice this boxing, you need to use all your strength to beat your chest.

Where is this ancient martial art?

It's just self-harm!

"Mr. Tang, you...you should think about it carefully." Wang Zhan suggested.

Tang Zhun said nothing.

"Stop talking, I believe Mr. Tang." Wang Qingtian gritted his teeth. He could not have misjudged the person. He clenched his fists, punched one punch after another, and hit his chest.

"Dad!" Wang Zhan looked worried when he saw his father like this.

"Grandpa!" Wang Menghan also looked entangled, unable to believe that such ancient martial arts would exist.

"Puff!" Soon, Wang Qingtian suddenly vomited blood.

"father!"

"grandfather!"

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan went immediately, wanting to support his old man.

"Get out of the way!" But seeing Wang Qingtian suddenly shouted angrily, there was a wave of air surging on his body, which shocked Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan directly.

"I've practiced..."

Wang Qingtian couldn't help but shout.

He started boxing according to what he wrote on paper. The boxing style was straight and just like military boxing, it was full of wind, but there were differences.

One punch is more powerful than another!

"Seven Kills!"

"Greedy Wolf!"

"Pojun!"

One punch is more powerful than another!

At this moment, it seems that even if a tiger is in front of Wang Qingtian, it will be beaten to death by this old man.

His fist is too fierce.

With one punch, the air waves came out, and the air was shaking.

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan are already stupid.

"Is this my dad?"

"This...is this really my grandpa?"

Wang Qingtian ignored his son and granddaughter's shock, but bowed to Tang Zhun with gratitude: "Mr. Tang, you are really amazing. After punching me, I feel much more relaxed. My waist is not sore and my legs are not hurt. I think it is not impossible to live for another hundred years."

Tang Zhun smiled slightly and nodded slightly.

Wang Zhan hurried up and looked at Wang Qingtian in disbelief: "Dad, are you really okay?"

Wang Qingtian smiled: "Do you think I'm having something wrong with your father now?"

He patted Wang Zhan on the shoulder again.

Wang Zhan felt that his shoulders sank, and he was unable to resist.

Wang Zhan was excited when he thought of something: "I want to practice too."

He immediately rushed to the front of the piece of paper and started to look carefully.

Wang Zhan couldn't wait to start practicing.

Forget it!

Wang Menghan looked at this scene blankly and felt that Tang Zhun was so amazing. He was really a strange man in the city.
Chapter completed!