What's the thing?

Zhou Chen was stunned.

In front of him, Yan Zidao's mouth twitched, his face changed constantly, his brows frowned, as if he had suddenly become constipated.

no.

The sixth-level strongman should not have any problems with constipation, hemorrhoids, and athlete's foot.

Could it be that the main body of Yanguan is special?

Zhou Chen randomly guessed.

"You can't call me brother." Yan Zidao said.

"Um?"

"You and I are both six-star martial arts schools. In terms of identity, there is no distinction between high and low, so I think it is more appropriate to call each other brothers."

How do you speak like this?

Zhou Chen was stunned and nodded, "Okay, Brother Yan."

"Brother Zhou." Yan Zidao stood up and looked at Zhou Chen with a complicated look. "I'll be here today. I'll think carefully about the countermeasures of the next few martial arts schools, so I won't disturb you."

"Okay, Brother Yan, go slowly."

"good."

Yan Zidao handed over.

Walking out of Shushan Sword Hall, he looked entangled and asked in Qiling Space.

"No, Mr. Zhao, what are you thinking? Let me tell you to call him brother? We are a teenager apart!"

"Age, does this thing depend on age?"

Mr. Zhao's beard stared at him.

Besides, depending on age, people are all your grandfather, so it’s not a loss to call me, okay!

"What is this brother Zhou's identity that makes you so concerned about?"

"Who am I to you?" Mr. Zhao asked back.

"You are my master." Yan Zidao answered respectfully.

"I told you that I was saved by a sword master during my lifetime. Unfortunately, I was dull and could not practice swords with my seniors. Finally, under his guidance, I learned a half-handed boxing technique, and later went around to make my name."

"You wouldn't want to say that Brother Zhou is the 'sword master'?" Yan Zidao was stunned.

"Of course...of course not. But judging from his breath, I can be sure that he is the descendant of the senior. I can barely be considered a senior disciple of the senior sect, and the other party is a direct descendant. When I see him, I have to call him senior brother. Are you losing?"

this……

Yan Zidao smiled bitterly.

The old man is just stubborn.

The generations are around, and it would be fine if he is a young man of eighty or twenty years. The problem is that Yan Zidao is now running into middle age and calls him a young man who looks like he hasn't been graduating from college.

I really can't shout it out.

"No, next time you meet, you must call me brother."

Mr. Zhao said angrily.

"You spare me." Yan Zidao's smile even more bitterly.

"Do you shout?"

"Don't shout."

"If you don't shout, don't want me to pay attention to you."

"I can't shout it."

"What can't be shouted out? If I weren't afraid of scaring him, I would have wanted to jump out and call him brother!" Old Zhao said angrily.

"I..." Yan Zidao hesitated, "No, I still can't shout it out."

"I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Why are you, a stupid master of enlightenment?"

No one around noticed him, so Mr. Zhao rushed out of the Qiling space.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, why did you suddenly come out?"

"I want to go up and reminisce about the past with him." Mr. Zhao walked towards Shushan Sword Hall.

"Why are you so stubborn? You have to know someone you know. He is the senior and descendant, and I believe he doesn't know you."

"I don't care, I just want to feel the familiar breath of that senior."

Mr. Zhao moved forward with a silence, hoping to see Zhou Chen on the one hand, but on the other hand, he was angry with Yan Zidao.

That is Senior Zhou, our human race has the pillar and the ceiling of combat power.

The three-foot green edge swept away countless evil spirits.

He is the faith of people in the great wilderness and the hope of darkness.

Saving countless human races is the existence of erecting archways and building ancestral temples at any time.

The more Mr. Zhao walked, the more straight he stood.

A bit of enthusiasm appeared on his face full of gully folds.

The little old man didn't listen to advice.

Yan Zidao followed him with a headache.

If I had known to stabilize Mr. Zhao first, I promised to call Brother Zhou Chen in the future. Unlike now, one is walking in front and the other is chasing behind, and passers-by around me are casting surprise eyes.

"Brother, are you chasing your father?"

Get out of here.

Yan Zidao's eyes twitched, ignoring passers-by.

The two of them didn't have much time to leave Shushan Sword Hall, and it didn't take long when they came back.

From a distance, I saw Zhou Chen lying on a rocking chair next to the door of the Sword Hall, holding a goose feather fan in his hand.

He squirted gently, and hummed an unknown little song in his mouth.

"Hey, old man, why are you here? Is there anything wrong?" Feeling someone approaching, Zhou Chen opened his eyes and looked over, "Brother Yan is here too?"

"yes."

I originally wanted to let the old man go in and find Zhou Chen, but I was waiting at the entrance of the sword hall, but I didn't expect that just a few minutes later, Zhou Chen ran out with a chair.

"The weather is quite gloomy, why don't Brother Zhou rest in the sword hall?" Yan Zidao asked with a stiff expression.

"Oh, I'll come out and see if I can hear the sunshine with my ears."

"Brother Zhou is a funny man." Yan Zidao looked at Old Zhao, his lips squirmed, "I met this old man on the road and insisted on coming to Shushan Sword Hall. He didn't know the way, so I led him over."

"oh?"

Before Zhou Chen could react, Mr. Zhao had already held his hands.

"What's the situation?" he was stunned.

"Hello... Hello." Holding his hand tightly, Mr. Zhao didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was choked, and a feeling of sorrow surged into his mind uncontrollably, and tears came up from the corners of his eyes.

"Old sir, don't be excited, you will suffer from high blood pressure again later." Zhou Chen quickly signaled him to relax.

"It's really great to see you. This world needs kendo, it's so necessary."

I thought that if I saw Senior Zhou again, I would be able to vent my feelings.

Mr. Zhao found out that he was wrong.

He really stood in front of the other side, and he didn't know how to speak.

Words are hard to describe his mood at this moment.

Mr. Zhao had no choice but to grab Zhou Chen's hand and look directly at the other party's eyes with respectful eyes.

"I understand, you are my fan, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's the word." Mr. Zhao nodded repeatedly.

"Do you want to sign? This is easy to say."

Mr. Zhao, aren’t you looking for him to reminisce about the past? Why did you say that you want to sign it?

Have you ever considered my feelings as the Lord of Spirits?

Yan Zidao wanted to cry without tears.

"Come on, sign you."

Zhou Chen took out his notebook and signed the big words "Dragon Flying Phoenix" and said.

Not to mention, this signature is definitely a pen that is powerful and powerful, with a strong and powerful force that penetrates the back of the paper, and a battle of back and forth.

At first glance, this sharp brushstroke is definitely exclusive to Zhou Chen's identity.

Mr. Zhao took it, held it in his hand, with a happy face, "This signature doesn't seem to be something you can practice in a day or two."

"Hey, I'm going to tell you, I keep practicing autographs on weekdays. Maybe one day we'll become popular and fans come over to sign."

"That's this sentence, that's this sentence."

Mr. Zhao's smile was even better, and he put the signature carefully in his pocket, "Then I won't disturb the owner Zhou, come on."

"Okay, you always play chess with your friends for no reason. I am an ordinary swordsman, and it's not worthy of being a star chasing."

"Okay, okay."
Chapter completed!