At this time, the domineering true qi in Fan Xian's body had already reacted on its own, and a layer was densely laid on his back, but the wooden stick came too fast and even "punched" all the strength in before the true qi reacted!

The reason why I used the word "thorn" is because the owner of this wooden stick is like a straight line, and all the power is concentrated at the point at the tip of the stick.

Fan Xian let out a very depressing cry of pain. Although the boy's body had true qi as a protection, it also hurt into his bone marrow and his whole body shrank.

The moment before, he was curled up on the ground in pain, and the moment later, his little hand pushed the stone under his feet. He rolled up with the remnant momentum he had just shrunk, and kicked him fiercely behind!

Anyone who sees a beautiful young man kicking such a sinister kick will feel fear. But the response to him is just a simple "Bang!"

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Fan Xian half-kneeled on the ground, touching his ankles with his hands, rubbing his eyes constantly, sucking air conditioning in his mouth, and his pained eyebrows were tweaked.

He knew that begging for mercy was useless. This was proven by years of experience, so he just stared at the blind man standing three meters away and kept thinking in his heart - according to his agreement, as long as he hit the other party, even the corner of his clothes, he could win, and then he could have a month's vacation.

But after being beaten for several years, Fan Xian has never been able to touch the other party's body. On the one hand, it is because Wu Zhu's movements always seem ghostly, silently, and very fast. What's especially terrifying is that his movements have no warning at all, and he cannot judge in advance through information such as the slight side of his shoulders and the angle of his light.

The second aspect is the inconspicuous wooden stick on Wu Zhu's hand. Whenever Fan Xian tried his best to use all his secret tricks to exhaust his true energy and approached Wu Zhu's body, the stick would hit his wrist, ankles, and even fingers like a claw that stretched out from the devil in the underworld.

There is no break, only pain, unbearable pain.

What Fan Xian was most puzzled was that no matter how he covered his voice, amid the roar of waves and stones, the five bamboos covered with a black cloth could still clearly find their position, and the wooden stick in his hand had never failed.

"Oh my ah..." Another stick hit the wrist, Fan Xian sang in pain, singing in Peking Opera tone, dragging his voice, and avoiding the ruthless blind man from afar.

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An unknown little yellow flower bloomed on the cliff in a shrinking manner.

Fan Xian lay weakly on the edge of the cliff. At this time, the sea under the cliff had returned to peace. The sun shone slowly with a golden light. The reefs that had been washed by the waves finally had some time to be alone and began to dry slowly. Some crustaceans also climbed up, like small black dots.

Touching the pain in his body and looking at the condition in his body, he found that the violent true qi was consumed because part of it was sucked into the snow-capped mountains behind his waist, while the other part was consumed because he had to resist the constant hit of sticks. Therefore, the true qi in his body was in a very calm state... just like the quiet sea in front of him.

He knew that resting under this situation would be of no benefit to his practice, so he struggled to get up against the soreness all over his body, sat cross-legged, and began to run the method of the Domineering Scroll. He glanced at Wuzhu who was standing coldly on the edge of the cliff.

The black cloth covered in Wuzhu's eyes was whistled by the sea breeze.

"It's really cool, it's not just pretending to be cool." Fan Xian quietly commented on the blind man in his heart and asked softly: "Uncle, be careful of falling down."

A powerful figure like Wuzhu naturally would not die innocently because he fell off a cliff. Fan Xian was just talking nonsense.

"Don't be distracted."

Wu Zhu left such a cold word and ignored him.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, began to calm down and enter a state of meditation. I don’t know how long it took, but he woke up in the sea breeze and found that the sun in the sky had shifted, while Wuzhu, not far away, still maintained that stable posture. In the sea breeze, it was like a big flag that would never be cut off.

He stood up and found that his physical condition had indeed recovered, his true energy was becoming more and more abundant, and the impact on the meridians was much weaker. Although the muscles, ankles and wrists were still a little sore, after returning home, he naturally had no problem rubbing the medicinal wine he had prepared.

In the slight sea breeze, he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood side by side with Wuzhu, but his head was much shorter than Wuzhu. He picked up a stone and threw it into the sea. At this time, the true energy in his body was so powerful that his strength was much greater than that of ordinary people. The stone flew out from afar and fell into the sea, splashing only small splashes of water that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

He was a little satisfied with his strength, thinking that even those martial arts masters might not have the strong arm strength of their own. Looking at the magnificent blue waves in front of him and the free bird flying in the sky, the energy in his body was pulled by the external environment, his spirit couldn't help but be excited, he opened his arms and shouted loudly at the sea surface.

This roar was to vent his depression, his longing for the original world, his love for this world, and also to vent his sense of trapped beasts caused by his lack of courage to leave Danzhou.

"Kyoto, I will come one day!"

Wu Zhu seemed to have not heard his roar, and was still standing quietly.

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“What are you going to do?”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was the uncle Wu Zhu who was so proud of his words that he finally asked himself. He couldn't help but smile and replied, "Of course, I'm going to see what this world looks like."

"The outside world is very dangerous." Wu Zhu still didn't look back and said coldly.

Fan Xian shrugged his thin shoulders and looked a little funny: "Who is Wu Zhu protecting me, what are you afraid of?"

"After I came out with the lady, I forgot something." Wu Zhu's always calm words suddenly paused, "So there are many people in this world who can hurt me, and naturally they can hurt you.

"Uncle is modest." Fan Xian smiled sweetly, thinking that in this still strange world, he is the only strong man who is a bodyguard. If you want to be a hand-off manager, what should you do?

"If I were in Kyoto and I was by your side, it would cause you trouble."

Fan Xian raised his head and looked at the blind Wuzhu's face that seemed to be expressionless. After thinking about it, he replied with a happier feeling: "I will protect you."

After hearing this, Wu Zhu finally turned around, stared at Fan Xian's eyes very seriously, and said, "This sentence... the lady has also said it."
Chapter completed!