Chapter 522 (1/2)

While wiping the blood on his face, Zheng shook his head and sighed.

He knows his master's temperament. Once he doesn't believe something, even if you put the evidence in front of him, he won't believe it.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zheng looked at Meng ran with some complicated eyes. He felt that he had spent most of his life to achieve great accomplishments in his internal skills. He did not expect to meet such a young master of martial arts in this remote Jiangzhou.

”Well, I heard that there seems to be a young master in Jiangbei recently. I'm afraid this son's age is almost the same as that of him. Is it...”

Thinking of this, Mr. Zheng quickly shook his head.

”No way! What an extraordinary figure is the master of martial arts? How can he be the ordinary young man in front of him? What's more, as soon as I become a master, the terrible pressure on me will be invisible and spontaneous. How can I not feel it? ”

Mr. Zheng soon gave up the idea.

Huahai city is adjacent to Yanjing, with dense population and prosperous economy. It is a metropolis that can be counted as one of the largest cities in China.

Moreover, most of these big cities are white-collar workers in cities, and martial artists are extremely rare. There are only a few such big cities that can be protected by warriors with great internal skills like Pei Jun.

It is inevitable that the news of such a metropolis with withered martial arts and Taoism will be blocked. Recently, Mr. Zheng only heard from martial friends in other states and cities that there was a young master in Jiangbei, who was famous in the martial arts circle of China. As for the specific information, he did not know.

At that time, hearing the four words of ”young master”, this old Zheng, who relied on his accomplishments and looked at the top one in the north of the Yangtze River, was shocked by the fact that he had not calmed down for a long time.

He made up his mind that once he knew the identity of the young master, he would visit him in person.

In the course of martial arts, the master is the master. Even if Mr. Zheng was asked to take the young master as his master, he had no second thoughts.

”Dad, have some fruit. Brother Meng ran, you can eat some. My father is also for my good. Don't be angry with him, OK

Xiaoni son will wash fresh and clean fruit to carry up, shaking Meng Ran's arm, poor Baba said.