But how could it be such a coincidence that as soon as we talked about it, it was immediately known over there...

"One of them ran away!"

On the second floor of Shuntian Building, a man with a knife shouted.

At the same time, there was a loud sound of wind and thunder above. Ding Jian drew his sword and fought with the people upstairs.

Xu Lang's departure made Ding Jian less of a burden, and his reputation as a "one-word electric sword" made the four owners of Meizhuang treat him with courtesy. Naturally, he is not an easy person. Now the sword road is unfolding.

, the wind and thunder were strong, and at the moment of thunder, a head rolled down the stairs.

"One-word electric sword Ding Jian."

Among the accomplices, there was someone who had a strange sword move and blocked it. The two of them exchanged moves in an electric flash, and then they both staggered. The leader shouted out, and recognized Ding Jian's identity based on his moves.

"Look at your moves, you are Langya Shuangqi's sword, Qi Li, pay attention."

Ding Jian looked at this man and said with a mocking smile: "You have disappeared over the years. I don't think you have become a hawk for the imperial court."

"You have disappeared over the years and have been reduced to looking after people's homes and nursing homes."

Li looked at Ding Jian's clothes carefully and laughed at them as well.

"It is said that Langya is a double wonder, Jiao Mengbuli, and now you are here, your brother..."

Ding Jian was talking when he suddenly frowned, his eyes tilted back slightly, and he looked in the direction Xu Lang was escaping.

Xu Lang, who was running, looked at six directions and listened in all directions. When he ran for twenty or thirty feet, he was startled to realize that something was wrong. He could vaguely see a figure flying between the pavilions, chasing him all the way, and saw Meizhuang.

The direction was not far away, but looking at the heavy attic in front of him and the flow of people passing by, he suddenly couldn't notice the other person's position, and Xu Lang gradually slowed down while running.

"The boy is so alert!"

In the pavilion in front, a middle-aged man in heavy-colored clothes was drinking on the pavilion. When he saw Xu Lang, he paused, put down the wine bowl in his hand, and said with a smile: "I came here from Shuntian Tower and drank seven bowls.

I'm drunk, you just arrived, it's too slow." Listening to the accent, it's very different from here.

Qing Gong caught up with him, then ran to a restaurant to drink and wait for him, and then revealed how much he drank in front of him to show his speed...

"..."

Such a sentence made Xu Lang understand the difference in speed between the two. Xu Lang also quickly adjusted his strategy, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, looked at the middle-aged man with admiration, and said: "There are many heroes, and heroes have great skills."

The middle-aged man listened to Xu Lang's words, and his face was quite pleased. He looked at Xu Lang carefully and said, "I think you also have the skills of a three-legged cat, but your foundation is too poor. You missed the years of laying the foundation. In the future,

Even if there are achievements, they are always limited, which is a pity.”

Learning Kung Fu should start at a young age, stretching the skeleton, adjusting muscle strength, and cultivating internal strength in this way, often getting twice the result with half the effort. However, when people become adults, their muscles and bones are finalized, and even if they practice a lot of Kung Fu, they often fail to do it right. This is completely wrong.

If you travel thousands of miles, your achievements will naturally not be high.

"Study hard and practice hard, and one day I will succeed."

Xu Lang said.

"It's a pity that you don't have this chance."

The middle-aged man said calmly.
Chapter completed!