Chapter 681

Under the intervention of the elder martial brothers, Jiang Anzhi quickly withdrew his extermination and returned to his usual modesty and gentleness.

He slightly turned his head and smile: "the footwall is a little loose."

"Your fists are soft," laughs Ron

Senior brothers:

The two goods make complaints about their blood stasis.

In their eyes, they just feel that they are both dead, duck mouth hard, inexplicably desolate.

Two people lose the person not to lose the position to play for a while the mouth gun, only then by coincidence copies the sweat towel to walk toward the outside.

When you sit down along the steps and drink water, you will find sweat drenching your waistcoat. Some of them slide through the delicate skin from your forehead, slip to your throat, spin at the top, and penetrate along your long neck to your collar. After a while, they will show a deep black mark.

The clothes were wet and sticky on the body, so they both took off their clothes, and the eight abdominal muscles made people salivate.

Many new junior brothers heard that Xiaoluo and Xiaojiang, like gods, had come back. They were excited to stroll here. As a result, they saw two beautiful men sitting together drinking water.

How can that look like a beautiful word?

All of a sudden, it's a good match for girls.

The younger martial brothers were startled by the thought in their mind: Oh! no way! How can they think like this, elder martial brothers.

Looking at these strange looking kids, elder martial brother Xiaolin thought it was the first time that they were shy when they saw Jiang Anzhi and Luo ang, so he knocked them on the back of the head.

"What's pestle doing here? Go and see your elder martial brothers soon."

The lads then came forward to say hello with embarrassed wriggling steps.

"Hello, senior brothers."

Leon just glanced at them lightly and nodded his head calmly.

Instead, Jiang Anzhi showed a kind smile: "come on, little brothers."

With Jiang Anzhi's encouragement, everyone finally grinned happily.

When elder martial brother Xiaolin saw that everyone had said hello, he kicked his ass and told them to go back to practice. He didn't sit in line with them until all the people in the small practice room were gone.

"Did you two make an appointment to come back together?"

"It's just a coincidence." Jiang An's answer.

"Well, no matter it happens or not, my father has just come back from his travels these two days. You can catch up with him."

After elder martial brother Xiaolin said that, they looked up and saw an old man with a white beard on the second floor window. He flicked his nose and waved to them.

"Hi

"..." Jiang Anzhi.

"..." Leon.

Grass, the dirty old man who pretends to be a hermit in a mountain all the year round has come back!

Mr. He's father is the leader of the Wulin martial arts school. As a child, he studied martial arts in Shaolin and Wudang. When he grew up, he studied Jeet kune do, taekwondo, Sanda and so on. In a word, he integrated the strengths of hundreds of martial arts schools and formed his own Kung Fu system, aiming to make his disciples strong and healthy.

Since he became more and more famous, more and more disciples wanted to learn kung fu from him, so he set up a brand chain, set up martial arts schools in many parts of China, and sent his disciples to guard.

All in all, it has won the recognition of the market and the favor of students. At present, there are 67 branches all over the country.

Now teacher he's father doesn't have to go to class any more. He spends more time in a mountain, waking up at sunrise and sleeping at sunset.

Others think that this is a peerless master. Only the internal disciples know that Shifu is a peerless master. He is just a bad old man who goes into the mountain to pretend to be a master.