Huang Feihong laughed, and under Su Zhao's expectant eyes, he changed the subject and asked about his master's origin.

"Brother Huang said it well. I did learn the twelve forms of Xingyiquan. As for the master, I don't know whether it's ashamed!"

Su Zhao suppressed the doubts in his heart and made up a lie casually: "Many years ago, when I was young, I met an old man with a handsome face. He said that I was both good at both muscles and bones and high-quality, so he passed on my boxing technique!"

"I have never seen him again since then, and I don't know who his surname and who he is!"

For Su Zhao, who grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, talking lies with his eyes open is one of his survival instincts and nothing is it.

Moreover, he didn't feel embarrassed.

"So that's the case, I said no wonder!"

Looking at his expression that was not fake, Huang Feihong nodded, which was considered to be his recognition of his statement.

"No wonder you don't know anything about the martial arts world at all!"

"Then, you should have heard of the great master of Xingyiquan and the royal family worshipping Guo Yunsen and Grandmaster Guo's name, right?"
Chapter completed!