Chapter 32： Too weak too weak

Out of the ocean, Wang Xian put on his clothes.

The level has been raised to the third level, his body exudes an invisible faint dragon power, a slender body, and a perfect body.

The entire skin has been strengthened by Dragon Qi, white and flawless, without the slightest blemish.

A faint smile appeared on Wang Xian's face. He stretched out and found a rope to tie all the lobsters and swimming crabs together.

"Go back and take a good rest."

Wang Xian clenched his fists, felt the powerful strength of his body, and walked forward with a smile on his face.

It was easy to take a taxi next to Xiayang Resort, and he walked towards the entrance of the resort.

The sky, still shining brightly at noon, became gloomy in the afternoon, and Wang Xian looked up at the weather.

"Maybe one day I can move clouds and rain."

Wang Xian secretly said in his heart, he smiled and came to the front of Xiayang Resort.

In front of the entrance of the resort, there is a huge fountain, decorated with trees on both sides, forming a tree-shade place, where there are some tables and benches for people to rest.

Wang Xian checked that there was no taxi at the door. He took out his mobile phone and started to call for a taxi online.

"Huh? It rained?"

However, at this moment, a sparse light rain fell in the sky, and Wang Xian immediately walked towards the shade of the trees.

When he came to the grove, he saw a middle-aged man and an old man inside.

The old man wore a white silk martial arts uniform, a bit like an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park in the morning.

The middle-aged man in his shirt has been standing aside, looking at the old man with concern.

The arrival of Wang Xian attracted the attention of the middle-aged, who cast a glance at him and then stopped looking at him.

Wang Xian put the lobster, portunus and crab aside, picked up the phone and continued to take a taxi.

"Buzzing!"

At this moment, the roar of a sports car suddenly came. Wang Xian turned his head to look and saw a young man driving a Ferrari stepping out of the sports car and walking towards their position.

"Grandpa." The young man looked very strong. He jumped slightly and jumped over the bushes, and shouted excitedly at the old man inside: "Grandpa, I broke through."

"Huh?" The old man looked at his grandson, his eyes flashed with satisfaction, and said: "Not bad, much better than your father, but your father only broke through when he was 27."

"Grandpa, you come to guide and guide." The young man rubbed his hands excitedly.

The old man looked at Wang Xian and waved his hand: "At night, it's not convenient now."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Wang Xian on the side, knowing that Grandpa was a little scrupulous.

He turned to Wang Xian and said directly: "Brother, please avoid me, we have something wrong."

When Wang Xian heard their conversation, he was slightly puzzled and looked at the youth in front of him.

His tone of command made Wang Xian a little dissatisfied, and he simply ignored it.

"Huh?" The young man frowned, a cold color flashed in his eyes, and walked slowly towards Wang Xian.

"Xiaojing, don't cause trouble." The old man said to him as he watched his grandson walk over.

"Grandpa, I'll invite him out. It won't cause trouble." The young man was a little afraid of the old man, turned his head and smiled, and reached out his hand to grab Wang Xian's shoulder.

Wang Xian raised his eyebrows when he saw the young man's movements, and looked at his stretched arm. With a movement of his right hand, he caught his arm directly.

"What?" Wang Xian raised his head and said coldly toward the youth.

"Huh?" The young man's face was puzzled, and the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted: "Is the reaction very fast?"

With a move of his arm, he directly grabbed Wang Xian's right arm.

"It's so fast, ordinary people can't reach this speed." Wang Xian was slightly surprised as he watched the youth grab his arm.

Thinking of the conversation they had just now and the warrior mentioned by the robber boss.

Are they warriors?

"Boy, please get out of my sight." The young man looked at Wang Xian, with a faint mockery on his face, but his palm slowly applied force.

"Strong strength." Wang Xian felt the power from the young man's arm, and was slightly surprised in his heart.

At the same time, he grasped the young man's arm with a slight force.

"what!"

"you wanna die!"

A scream came suddenly, followed by the angry voice of the youth.

The middle-aged and old man on the side heard the voice slightly, and then turned quickly.

"Stop Xiaojing, don't hurt people by mistake!" They hurriedly shouted when they saw the youth lift up their legs and swept toward Wang Xian's body.

But his arm numb, and the angry young man did not stop his movements, and the tiger's right leg directly attacked.

"It's you who are looking for death."

When Wang Xian saw the youth's hot attack, his eyes were cold, and he directly stretched out his palm.

The seemingly windy right leg was directly grasped, without moving forward the slightest.

Wang Xian raised his foot similarly and kicked it towards the youth's chest.

"bump!"

The powerful force directly caused the young man to fall heavily on the stone bench beside him, spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth and let out a scream.

"Dare to hurt my son."

Everything was in a thunderstorm. They originally thought that this young man would be accidentally injured, but they didn't expect that Xiao Jing would be knocked to the ground in an instant, even vomiting blood.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, followed by a movement of his figure, and attacked Wang Xian like a cheetah.

Wang Xian looked at the middle-aged, his eyes cold.

The speed of middle age is much faster than that of youth, but in his opinion, it is still too slow.

He looked at the fist that was attacking him and directly stretched out his hand.

Once you grasp it, you won't move.

The middle-aged man was horrified. He pulled his fist vigorously, only to find that it seemed to be fixed.

"too weak."

Wang Xian also raised his fist and attacked the middle-aged belly.

"bump!"

The powerful dragon power directly caused the middle-aged to kneel on the ground.

"Little brother, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The old man said with horror when he saw the boy knock his grandson and son down with a kick.

Wang Xian looked at the old man and shrugged slightly: "I don't think this is a misunderstanding."

"Sorry little brother, I'm sorry, Xue Liangren apologizes to you." The old man walked over quickly and said with a fist toward Wang Xian.

"My little brother, please calm down. My grandson and son don't know Taishan. If they offend him, I apologize to you."

The old man said it again.

"Cough!" The old man was agitated and couldn't help coughing violently. He quickly took out the white handkerchief and wiped it, all of which was blood.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Wang Xian slowly shook his head: "Forget it."

He is not a very hostile person. If the young man had a bad attitude just now, and wanted to give him a demonstration to drive him away with strength, he would not make a move.

Moreover, he was completely unsure of the strength in the shot just now.

He thought the opponent would be strong, but he didn't expect to be so weak. He kicked and vomited blood. This guy was really unlucky.

Too weak, too weak, is this the strength of the warrior?