The old man who walked over had white and sparse hair, gray eyes, seemed to have cataracts, hunched figure, and panting quickly, and could blow down a gust of wind.

Li Yao remembered that when school started, he and his classmates went to the warehouse to get their school uniforms and once met this old man named Sun.

"He is not an ordinary warehouse manager. I heard that this old man, Sun Biao, was already a martial arts teacher at the school more than 70 years ago. He was a very powerful master. He had a very vicious vision. He had produced many geniuses in the slums. He saw the extraordinaryness of the "demon sword Peng Hai" at a glance and recruited Peng Haite into the school! However, he was over 150 years old. He didn't teach students ten years ago. He was considered to be semi-retired. He just couldn't live at home. He simply came to work as a warehouse manager at the school where he had been working all his life and spent his life trying to kill time. Although he was not too thin, he was inconspicuous, and had a high prestige in the school. Even the principal Zhao Batuo wanted to sell him a little face!" Meng Jiang was the gossip king in the school, and he introduced it endlessly.

"The person who discovered the 'demon sword Peng Hai'!" Li Yao was in awe.

"I didn't expect Mr. Sun to appear. It seems that things have a turning point. Remember, be smart in front of him. Maybe it's a blessing or a disaster. Go quickly!" Meng Jiang pushed Li Yao hard and suddenly said, "Wait!"

"Hmm?" Li Yao stopped.

"Little Demon, you just said that when facing the threat of the enemy, you must fight to the end first, then reason or compromise. It sounds very imposing - but what if you can't fight?" Meng Jiang had been thinking about Li Yao's words just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was cool, dazzling and domineering, but he vaguely felt something was wrong, and he realized it now.

"If you can't fight, run away. If you can't fight, you will be beaten. If you can't fight, you can die!" Li Yao rolled his eyes at his best friend and walked towards the warehouse manager Sun Biao.

He was a head taller than Sun Biao. Standing in front of the other side, he could only see a sparse-haired heart covered with old-fashioned spots, which seemed ordinary.

Li Yao was extremely nervous, his heart was pounding - the other party was the one who discovered the "demon sword Peng Hai"!

Sun Biao leaned his neck, as if his cervical spine was not very good. He leaned over his head with some difficulty and looked carefully for a long time.

That look was like a fanatical foodie staring at a piece of tender and juicy veal. Until Li Yao's scalp became numb and his spine became cold, the old man said slowly: "The magnesium powder is sprinkled well!"

Li Yao was stunned and couldn't help but smile. He also felt that he had good magnesium powder and seized the initiative with one move to set the victory.

Otherwise, with Zhao Liang's 60% spiritual root development level and honestly fighting, it is not certain who beats who is a pig's head!

"But--" Sun Biao changed his tone and stretched out his two dead branches-like fingers, "If it were me, it would not be magnesium powder, but iron sand in the sandbag. As long as the strength is enough, it will penetrate the opponent's retina in an instant, causing the opponent to completely lose his vision! Then sprinkle iron nails on the ground, and the opponent cannot see it. If you step on it, the soles of your feet will definitely penetrate! Although it is not fatal, the good baby who grows up in a greenhouse is most afraid of pain, and he will definitely lose his movement power! His vision and movement power are lost. It only takes two seconds to kill him!"

Li Yao was stunned when he heard this, and after a long time of reaction, he couldn't help but argue: "The situation was so urgent at that time. It would be great if I could secretly catch a handful of magnesium powder. How could I have time to cut open the sandbag to get the iron sand inside? The iron nails were even more exaggerated. Where could there be a lot of iron nails in the gymnasium sprinkle me?"

Sun Biao smiled sinisterly: "As a fighting expert, of course, he will be ready for battle every second. He should carry small pieces such as iron sand and iron nails with him. Even when taking a shower, he must hold an iron nail in his asshole! You don't even have the most basic preparation, and you dare to come out to learn to fight?"

Li Yao was speechless for a moment and suddenly felt that this old man was a hundred times more despicable and shameless than himself.

Sun Biao snorted coldly and continued, "But these days, there are fewer and fewer young people who can really fight. I think you have some potential. Let's go to my place and chat with the old man!"

As he said that, he turned around, walked towards the warehouse with his hands on his back.

Li Yao hesitated for a moment and followed the old man honestly.

Then he discovered something strange - Sun Biao seemed to be trembling, and he could blow it down with a sneeze, but his speed was not slow at all, and it seemed like there were eyes on the back of his head. As Li Yao's speed changed, he always stayed five meters in front of him.

Li Yao was a little unbeliever, so he gritted his teeth and simply used the "Spiritual Snake Step" and started jogging all the way.

Sun Biao was still carrying his hands on his back and staggering.

But no matter how Li Yao accelerated, or even ran with sweat, he could not shorten the distance of even a strand of hair!

"Is it an extremely skilled martial arts and footwork, or a cultivation immortal method like shrinking the ground into an inch?" Li Yao was extremely surprised.

It was not until a few classmates walked by slowly that he suddenly realized that it was not that Sun Biao was walking too fast, but that he was too slow!

He clearly used the "Spiritual Snake Step" to rush at a high speed, but after running for a long time, he still didn't run ten meters away. Until his classmates passed by, he didn't realize that something was wrong!

"Is it a mental illusion attack?" Li Yao's scalp was numb, and he finally realized that Sun Biao was unfathomable. He didn't dare to do anything randomly. He stopped his footsteps, followed Sun Biao with his tail between his legs, and honestly.

Strangely, he stopped his pace, and the speed of the two men became incredibly faster. The No. 9 Stadium was about 1,000 meters away from the logistics warehouse, but after only one minute of walking, he saw the warehouse gate.

The logistics warehouse is a small gray building, with the outer skins of many places peeling off, revealing yellow-brown and stones, which looks a bit ugly.

It seems not big, but there is a world inside. After walking through a lot of logistics supplies, what appeared in front of Li Yao was a cultivation ground the size of a standard psychic stadium.

Dumbbells, barbells, butterfly machines, squat machines, strength testing machines, crystal frozen clay human-shaped boxing targets... all kinds of cultivation equipment are available.

However, most of them are from decades ago, with big, thick, black, rusty, and a slight exposure of a rough and tough atmosphere.

All the cultivation equipment is covered with dust, and it seems that no one has used it for a long time.

When he walked to the center of the training ground, Sun Biao turned around and suddenly did something that Li Yao could not guess.
Chapter completed!