Faced with Su Zhao's invitation again, Yan Zhendong was silent.

It has been at least a month since I came to Foshan, Guangdong from Shandong in the north.

If you don’t say it out loud, you will be famous as an iron cloth shirt and reach the peak of your life, you will not even have enough food to eat, and you will have no meals all day long.

Even the lunch I ate today were leftovers stolen from the bucket of water from the restaurant’s kitchen by my newly collected disciple.

The dream is broken.

Happy...sp...is gone!

At that time, my arrogance was completely smoothed out by reality.

Yan Zhendong, what else can he say?

The only thing left is probably the persistence in my heart.

“Master…”

Yan Zhendong was silent, but Liang Kuan beside him became anxious and shouted softly, wishing he could make the decision for him and agree.

When is this? I don’t know where the next meal will be. Is it interesting to worry about the persistence in my heart?

Yan Zhendong heard Liang Kuan’s reminder, but ignored him. Of course he had his concerns.

After a while, Yan Zhendong gritted his teeth, clasped his fists at Su Zhao, and said, "Young Master, I can be your guard, but I have a small request. I hope you can satisfy me."

"Hmm? Let's talk about it first!"

The smile on Su Zhao's face suddenly stopped and he said without objection.

To be honest, the reason why Su Zhao wanted to recruit Yan Zhendong as his guard was that he could not bear to continue to sink.

Secondly, the "Twelve Styles of Xingyiquan Book" obtained by Su Zhao only has the first four levels, and there is no way to find the fifth level behind.

Therefore, he wanted to collect martial arts secrets on the market, hoping to learn from each other and gain a glimpse of the scenery behind the Bone Refining Realm.

At present, is there any secret that is easier to obtain than the iron cloth shirt in Yan Zhendong's hand?

Moreover, at this time when he was at a loss and was penniless, Yan Zhendong was able to stick to the bottom line without relying on the strong to bully the weak and committing evil deeds.

It can be seen that his character is fine.

Only by guarding the house with such a person can the employer be relieved.

But he was not meant to be Yan Zhendong. If he wanted to use this as a basis and the lion spoke loudly, he could only say that he was thinking too much.

"I...I want to challenge the person with the most powerful martial arts in Foshan City and make me famous as the Yan family's iron cloth shirt!"

Yan Zhendong thought about it and said slowly.

"Challenge the most powerful person in Foshan? Do you want to challenge Huang Feihong?"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his face calmed down a little, and said curiously: "Your martial arts may be a little worse than Brother Huang. You may not be his opponent. Are you sure you want to humiliate yourself?"

He said it very bluntly and mercilessly, but this is the truth.

The battle between masters of national martial arts is naturally not like in martial arts novels. They fight for three days and three nights at any time, and after hundreds or thousands of moves, they will never decide the outcome.

This is not true.

The martial arts of the Chinese martial arts are derived from the great fighting skills on the battlefield. The earliest masters of the Chinese martial arts are all generals in the army, with great opening and closing, full of lethality.

Therefore, when a master of national martial arts fights, he often determines the outcome in a very short time, and also determines life and death.

Su Zhao was afraid that Yan Zhendong would be in trouble and really challenged Huang Feihong. He was beaten seriously injured or even killed, so he was useless to have a guard candidate, so he would give a kind reminder.

"Yes, Huang Feihong has been famous in Foshan for many years, and his martial arts are definitely unfathomable, and I am not sure."

Yan Zhendong replied with a calm face: "I heard that the young master's martial arts are comparable to that of Huang Feihong, so I want to ask my master for advice so that I can know how big the gap is with Huang Feihong."

OK, I turned a corner and turned to my head again.

Su Zhao couldn't help rolling his eyes and was completely speechless.

"Challenge me? Then you have to think about it. This young master will not show mercy, and he will not be ruthless in life or death!"

He thought about it and agreed, but he still warned.

"I know what I know, thank you for your advice!"

Yan Zhendong was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that this young man looked so white and tender, and his murderous aura was so strong, but he gritted his teeth and decided to challenge him.

"Okay, I have a genital!"

Su Zhao put away the folding fan, patted his palms, and whispered to Zhang Shaojun beside him: "Shaojun, stand away."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura changed, from a threatening little white rabbit to transform into a powerful lion, extremely aggressive.

Seeing someone competing, passers-by around quickened their pace. Of course, many people gathered around to prepare to eat melons.

As for being accidentally injured?

Joke, Foshan’s martial arts style is growing, even if you haven’t learned martial arts, you will use two tricks. Who is afraid of whom!

Of course, it is precisely because of the existence of these melon-eating masses that the fame of some warriors can be promoted.

In other words, they are the most primitive real-time broadcast reporters in battlefield news.

After hearing Su Zhao agreeing to the competition, Yan Zhendong waved his hand and asked Liang Kuan to retreat. Then, he looked at Su Zhao intently.

After seeing this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Su Zhao's momentum is like a seal and a closed body, and his whole body is natural, with a stable charm as strong as a mountain, without any flaws.

I also feel like I am facing a hedgehog, and I am full of thorns and I have no idea how to start.

Yan Zhendong was shocked.

Then, I barely cheer up and secretly encourage myself. The deep breath does not mean that my martial arts are also high. Let’s talk about it after I fight.

In addition to competing with the energy of both sides, true masters also have factors such as on-the-spot performance, combat experience, and psychological quality.

It is absolutely impossible to decide the winner based on the momentum alone, as that would be too sarcastic.

"Occursed!"

Although Su Zhao seemed not easy to mess with, Yan Zhendong would not give up easily. Now that the arrow was on the string, he had to fire it, accused him of guilt and rushed over.

With a kick under his feet, he felt like an arrow from a string, but only a distance of two or three feet arrived in an instant. The next moment, Yan Zhendong appeared in front of Su Zhao's face and punched him in his chest.

Yan Zhendong's unique skill is his iron cloth shirt for the outer body refining fu inherited by the Yan family, but it does not mean that he will only be beaten passively.

The footwork that leaps to you is just the simplest step, and when you punch your chest, you can get your heart out of the ordinary black tiger.

Although it was just an ordinary punch, Yan Zhendong, a master of boxing skills, was still very powerful.

Su Zhao only felt a strong wind blowing towards him, almost trying to cut off his face. With his eyesight, Yan Zhendong's punch was condensed but not dissipated, and the fist was crushing in a dignified manner. It should not be underestimated.

He couldn't help but cheer: "Good come!"

Su Zhao did not dodge or avoid, raised his left hand, clenched his fist with his five fingers, and pushed Yan Zhendong flatly.

This punch is fierce and powerful, grand and powerful, and the punch is forcing.

It has a force of 1,200 kilograms.

"Bang!"

The fist power of the two sides, which had a thousand pounds of force, made a muffled sound, and the air was like a wave of water, spreading towards the surroundings with the fists of the two as the center point.

The two of them had their fists intersected, and Su Zhao immediately sensed a force with a yin and cold breath coming from the other party's hands.

He immediately stomped his feet, swelling up all his qi and blood, and directed the force to the ground to remove it.
Chapter completed!