Chapter 680

When Jiang Anzhi and Luo ang meet each other, they are surprised in each other's eyes.

Then Jiang Anzhi didn't say anything and went to change his clothes in silence.

The elder martial brothers who were still in the martial arts school heard that Xiaojiang and Xiaoluo were back, and they all ran over excitedly.

After all, they are both back, which means that the game can be played again.

There is a small training ground for the martial arts school's brothers. They don't have to crowd the students in the big training ground.

Jiang An Zhi and Luo ang are wearing the same black vest and grey cotton linen trousers. They are similar in stature. They are both broad shouldered, narrow waist and long legs. They don't have extra fat on their bodies, but their breath is quite different. One is cold and the other is soft, but their dusty facial features are the same and pleasing to the eye.

The two men, who had not seen each other for a long time, had nothing to say when they met each other. They slowly wrapped bandages on their hands on both sides, but only in this way, the elder martial brothers who came to see the excitement felt the pressure.

Xiaojiang and Xiaoluo's constant flavor of gunpowder smoke is really missed.

After a while, both of them were ready. They walked slowly to the middle of the arena like a lion. It was hard for Luo ang to hook his lips: "I've been busy painting these years. I guess I don't have much fighting power."

"It's OK. Maybe it's better than someone who drinks every day." Jiang Anzhi also answered with a smile.

"..." Leon.

"..." Jiang Anzhi.

Two people quietly looked at each other for a while, and suddenly rushed forward, one raised his leg, the other stretched out his hand to block, slammed together and quickly bounced away, and then rushed up again, hands and feet glued, you come and I attack each other.

They are agile, either kicking on the side of the side leg, or swinging with straight fist. They use their feet and fists hard.

The elder martial brothers, who watched, showed their teeth in pain.

Upstairs, teacher he's father, who hasn't bubbled for a long time, is delivering tea to his mouth with a small purple clay pot in his hand. Xu Qingming's aging eyes rarely recover. He is staring at the two lively leopards fighting downstairs with great interest.

Senior brother Muyun also accompanied his father and looked down: "it seems that they haven't come back for a long time."

"Well." Teacher he's father nodded: "one is busy with his wife, the other is busy with dating. They all have a woman and forget master's love brain."

"Well, it's not." Mu Yun awkwardly wiped the sweat that didn't exist in his forehead: "they are really busy, too."

He Shifu drank the last mouthful of tea, leisurely put the purple clay pot in Muyun's palm, then raised his thin hand and began to dig his nose: "what are you doing? You think I'm really old. I don't know."

"However, their Kung Fu has not been practiced in vain in recent years. It seems that they have some silly strength."

Mu Yun listens to teacher he's father's words, and his eyes sweep to the bottom silently. He can vaguely hear the sound of his fist breaking the wind upstairs. There's no silly strength. If ordinary people get such a blow, they will not die.

The two people downstairs did not have any spare strength. Even if they were copper and iron, they had to leave a lot of traces, not to mention their bodies.

After a while, their bare arms began to show fists and footprints

After a while, they began to breathe

After another ten minutes, they finally ended up looking at each other calmly.

Unexpectedly, it was even again.

Both of them are a little dissatisfied.

The elder martial brother who was watching around felt that they would start again at any time, and rushed up to break up the smell of gunpowder.

"Well, well, you two haven't come back for a long time. It's enough to have a try. You can't bear to eat more."