Chapter Thirty-Seven: You Are Not Worthy to Be My Opponent!

Immediately after, Gu Jianfeng, Long Aotian and others also rushed over, Long Geyue ran to Long Aotian's side, pulled Grandpa's arm, and frowned: "Grandpa, why do you want to fight with him?"

"It's just an ordinary competition, and it's normal for people who practice martial arts. Long Aotian said indifferently.

Gu Jianfeng said with a smile: "This is the current member of the Yanlong Brigade, he has practiced martial arts to the Ming Realm at the age of twenty-eight, and now he has a first glimpse of the Gate of Dark Energy. ”

"Hmph, Ah Jun is my personal bodyguard, he has followed me for many years, I have been trained since I was a child, and I have won the title of the king of soldiers in the army three times, will I be afraid of others?" Long Aotian snorted softly, refusing to show weakness.

Long Geyue looked helpless, although the old man was in a high position, he had a strong temperament, especially with the old rival of the old man, he was bound to win or lose.

As they spoke, Brother Jun and Jisuan had already fought together, their movements were wide open and closed, and the blows and kicks were loud, and ordinary people were afraid that they would be crushed on the spot if they were punched and kicked.

The willows on the lakeside blown by the strong wind on the two of them floated, and the waves on the lakeside rippled in a circle.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at it and shook his head, although the two of them had true yuan in their bodies, the amount of true yuan was too small, and they had not yet reached the realm of true yuan leaving the body, exhaling and killing, and chasing the wind for a knife.

The true element in the body is still running in the meridians, "It turns out that this is the Ming Realm in the martial arts, the muscles and bones have been practiced to the fullest, it looks the same as the Qi training period, and the true yuan cannot be run outside the body, although the magic power cannot be used during the Qi training period, but the aura in the body can be exported outside the body, and the quality is not comparable to the true element of the martial arts." ”

"The martial arts of extreme calculation have reached the peak of the mirror, and the specific dark energy is only one step away. Gu Jianfeng's face showed a smug expression.

Long Aotian frowned, snorted coldly and stopped talking, Long Geyue pulled her grandfather's arm, pouted and said, "Brother Jun hasn't lost yet, is that guy more powerful than Brother Jun?"

Moves between masters, ordinary people seem to be able to fight between the two of you, but only those who have reached a certain level of martial arts can see that the martial arts of extreme calculation faintly overwhelm the military brother, and the master's mistakes are thousands of miles away.

In fact, the victory and defeat have long been separated, everything is a matter of time, and sure enough, Brother Jun was caught and kicked in the arm, and the whole person stepped back seven or eight steps before stabilizing his body.

"If you could use your strength on your arm just now, you wouldn't have suffered!" Zhuo Bufan carried his back with one hand, shook his head and said lightly.

His voice was originally very small, but the ears and eyes of people who practice martial arts are sensitive, and the lake is very quiet, Brother Jun heard his words, clenched his fists, glared at him fiercely, blamed him for talking too much, and then continued to fight with Jisuan.

"This trick gossip backing mountain, if the momentum sinks a little, it will be perfect. Zhuo Bufan continued to taste.

In his previous life, Zhuo Bufan was fascinated by martial arts novels, and he consulted a lot of martial arts such as national arts, but at that time, he encountered a family crisis, felt frustrated, and lived a muddy nightmare all day long.

Later, he followed his master to the starry sky to cultivate the truth, and when he was interested, he looked at the national art but it was like a doctoral student watching the elementary school mathematics Olympiad, it was easy to see it thoroughly, and even he studied and improved a lot by himself, but after cultivating the truth, the mana could destroy the world and crush the planet, and the national art was useless to him at all.

"Noise!" Brother Jun frowned tightly and glared at Zhuo Bufan, just now he used the gossip backer, but he didn't push down the extreme calculation, but was preempted by the other party.

"Bang!" Ji Shu seized the time to punch Brother Jun's shoulder, Brother Jun fell back again, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, covering his shoulder, and his face became ugly.

Brother Jun clenched his fists, his eyes were full of war, and he was about to continue to go up, but he was stopped by Long Aotian, and said with a sigh: "Ah Jun, forget it, the other party is indeed a master among the masters, and you will not be his opponent if you go up again." ”

"I'm sorry, chief. Brother Jun let go of his fist and hung down guiltily.

"Winning or losing is just a matter of the times. Long Aotian said lightly.

Gu Jianfeng laughed, "Old Gu, look at the talents I have cultivated, if you don't have two brushes, how dare you be the captain of the Yanlong Brigade." ”

"Chief Long, Jun Gongzi, offended. Jishu stood in place and arched his hand.

Long Aotian looked at him and said in a deep voice, "You are in your early Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and in two years, you should be able to break through the dark energy, and it is not impossible to become a Grandmaster of Transformation in the future." ”

"Chief, I still have a long way to go, and the martial arts of the young army are not bad. Jishu seems to be modest, but in fact, his tone exudes pride and pride.

There are many people who practice martial arts in China, especially in the army, and those who can become the Grandmaster of Huajin will at least have the rank of major general in the future, and the future is limitless.

The military young man gritted his steel teeth and snorted coldly: "If someone hadn't been pointing out the country indiscriminately just now, I wouldn't have fallen behind." ”

The person who pointed out the country indiscriminately in his words naturally referred to Zhuo Bufan, Gu Jianfeng saw that he was regarded as a divine doctor at a young age, and even the national hand of traditional Chinese medicine like Zuo Lao was respectful to him, but he was a little interested and said: "This little boy, I heard your comment just now, do you have insights into national art in addition to medical skills?"

"I can't talk about it, it's just a casual talk. Zhuo Bufan said idly.

"Talk about it casually, isn't it just talking on paper, what you say is the Tao, can you do it yourself?" Brother Jun said unconvinced.

It's as if some people say that the head is the Tao, which makes sense, but in fact they don't know anything, in his eyes, Zhuo Bufan is this kind of person.

In fact, he had also thought about what he had just said, if Ah Jun could really do what Zhuo Bufan said just now, he would definitely not have won against Ah Jun so quickly, "This little brother, why don't you make two moves with me, let me learn something?"

"You're already a member of the Yanlong Brigade, wouldn't you be bullying my classmates by doing this. Long Geyue said dissatisfied, everyone has seen the high level of martial arts, even if Zhuo Bufan knows a little martial arts, but everyone admits that he only has his medical skills, a seventeen-year-old boy, no matter how powerful his martial arts are, how powerful can he be?

Jisuan said with a smile: "I just think what this little classmate said just now is very reasonable, presumably the martial arts are not bad, I will grasp the proportions and not hurt him." ”

Long Aotian frowned and shook his head, martial arts and medical skills are not the same, even if martial arts have the assistance of powerful mental techniques and masters, it takes time to temper and precipitate, and learning martial arts has never been achieved overnight, and it is a quick method.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Ji Ji and didn't speak, Ah Jun thought he was scared, he was still there just now, and he snorted disdainfully.

Gu Jianfeng also felt that he had already won, Zhuo Bufan was a guest invited by Long Aotian, don't sweep away the face of his old friend, and said lightly: "Extremely calculated, you don't want to bully the small with the big." ”

"You don't deserve to be my opponent at all. Zhuo Bufan looked at Ji Shu calmly, and said in a light tone, and his voice fell into everyone's ears like thunder.