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"That's a disciple from which dojo. He looks really good, but he's a little too young."

"That bastard Li Zhaoquan, what are you doing? Bullying a child?"

Dojo disciples from various schools also stepped forward to join in the fun.

Zhang Daqing interjected from the side: "I heard that he is the new disciple of Hidden Dragon Dojo. It should be his first appearance today."

"Hidden Dragon Dojo? So, he is the closed disciple of the 'Dragon Lord'?"

"Why don't you hold an apprenticeship banquet to make it more lively? Things have been quiet in the industry recently, and it's not interesting at all."

"You don't know something about this. That one has always been low-key in recruiting disciples. Except for the first disciple Meng Boshang who doesn't know the situation, the other disciples are accepted quietly..."

Several martial arts practitioners started a heated discussion.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Li Qi, the old owner of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, has a great reputation, even in the circles around the inner ring city, let alone in a "rural place" like Qingcheng.

Although the other party had his legs broken by a ruthless man more than 20 years ago and his spirit was beaten to death, and he is now half a disabled person, the reputation of the 'Dragon Prince' in the past is still respected by people on the road.

The commotion of the onlookers did not affect the two people present.

Xue Jing raised her eyes and looked at the strong man in front of her, and a question mark appeared in her mind.

Seeing that Xue Jing didn't speak and seemed to be frightened, Li Zhaoquan grinned and said in a loud voice:

"Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid. It's working time now. I won't trouble you at this time."

Then, he changed the topic.

"It's just... we are colleagues now. If there is danger later, we will have to cooperate. In this case, we need to understand each other's level in advance, right?"

Xue Jing didn't show any expression, just asked calmly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Li Zhaoquan stretched out his right hand, rolled up his sleeve to his elbow, revealing his muscles as strong as iron, and grinned:

"Give me a hand."

For martial arts masters in the old days, if they wanted to rely on martial arts to make a living, reputation was the most important thing.

Therefore, famous martial arts masters will never fight easily with each other. Once one party loses, the brand will be ruined. Even if they really want to fight, it will be behind closed doors and privately, and the victory or defeat will not be revealed. kind.

If there is a public battle involving the signatures of their respective schools, it will basically mean that the two sides have huge irreconcilable conflicts. At that time, it will be a matter of life and death.

Based on this situation, a kind of etiquette called "hand-holding" was born among martial arts masters.

A powerful martial artist has long practiced kung fu deep into their bones. If two people hold hands with each other, and by contracting and releasing their strength, they can roughly understand each other's level. With this in mind, they don't have to make a fuss openly. Everyone regards peace as the most important thing, and it can be regarded as a kind of "soft competition".

When Xue Jing heard the other party saying that he wanted to help, Xue Jing didn't care.

He had just practiced martial arts for a short time and didn't know much about the rules in the circle. He only thought that this might be the etiquette for the first meeting between martial arts masters.

So, he also stretched out his right hand and put his forearm on the opponent's forearm.

From a visual point of view, there is a big difference in arm size between the two, just like a child and an adult.

"They joined hands! Now there is a good show. Li Zhaoquan, a brute, likes to play this trick the most. He uses his hands to press people to the ground. This is his specialty. Many people have suffered this loss!"

"The most important thing in the Tiger Soul Dojo is to train your strength, and you are extremely accomplished in meat training. This young man has just made his debut, and I am afraid he will have to suffer a lot to learn a lesson."

Hearing the conversation of several dojo disciples next to him, Pei Youguang wanted to remind Brother Jing to be careful, but he glanced at his elder brother Pei Tiancheng beside him, moved the corners of his mouth, and hesitated.

But at this time, the scene had already changed.

After Xue Jing caught up with the opponent, he immediately noticed that there was a majestic force coming from the opponent's forearm like a tsunami, very suddenly.

He blinked, his expression remained unchanged, he just used the same strength to press towards the other party.

"Huh?" Li Zhaoquan's expression changed slightly.

He didn't feel like he was holding hands with an underage boy, but rather like he was putting his hands on a big buffalo that was getting mad.

‘No, I can’t hold it down! ’ Li Zhaoquan gritted his teeth and continued to exert more force. A flush appeared on his face and his arms began to tremble slightly.

‘This man is quite strong. ’ Xue Jing glanced at the other party in surprise.

He added skills to his body, and practiced the Armor Shaking Kung Fu for many days. The five major body exercises increased his strength very quickly. Although it has not been tested now, without using any skills, his fist strength is at least 800 More than 1 kilogram, in terms of pure physical fitness, it can be said to be extremely strong.

But the person in front of him had a vague intention of overpowering him, and he should be a little stronger than him in terms of strength.

"Interesting." Xue Jing narrowed her eyes slightly and became interested.

With a thought, the power of twins circulated, and his power doubled instantly.

"Click..."

In less than 0.5 seconds, an undetectable sound of bone cracking was heard.

Li Zhaoquan's expression changed slightly, a few drops of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he slowly withdrew his right hand.

His expression did not change, he cupped his fists towards Xue Jing and said in a loud voice: "As expected of a master disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, I am Li Zhaoquan!"

Xue Jing also retracted her hand, smiled, and returned the gesture with her fists clasped: "Xue Jing."

"Okay, Brother Xue Jing, I'll treat you to tea when you have time. It's working time now, so I won't say goodbye for now. Well... I have an urgent need to urinate. I need to go to the toilet!"

Li Zhaoquan said very quickly.

Seeing Xue Jing smiling and nodding in agreement, she turned around and walked slowly towards the door.

"Is this the end?" Everyone was a little confused.

Zhang Daqing, who was not far away, saw this situation and felt that something was wrong.

What's going on? When did this bastard become so polite?

He thought for a moment, followed Li Zhaoquan quietly, and followed him out of the door.

Then, he watched helplessly as Li Zhaoquan passed a corner in the corridor and suddenly hunched over in a half-crouched position, making a gasping sound.

"hiss!!"

I saw him covering his right forearm with his left hand and rubbing it constantly.

His right hand still trembled uncontrollably, as if it was Parkinson's disease.

Li Zhaoquan gritted his teeth and grimaced in pain.

"What the hell monster!?"

He looked at his trembling arms and secretly regretted his reckless actions.

This is not a young man who has just started practicing martial arts. He believes that he has been lifting weights since he was born, and that he was holding dumbbells when he was born.

He was actually crushed by a seemingly underage boy out of sheer strength?

"Uh...what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Li Zhaoquan that he absolutely did not want to hear at this moment.

He straightened up immediately, turned around as if nothing had happened, and looked at Zhang Daqing's half-smiling face.

"It's okay, I just want to pee. Do you know where the toilet is?"

He turned his uncontrollably trembling right hand away from his back and said calmly.

Zhang Daqing clicked his tongue twice: "You continue to pretend, I'm watching."

Li Zhaoquan's mouth twitched.

"I saw it and you asked me a question."

He was too lazy to pretend anymore and continued to rub his right forearm, making a hissing sound from time to time, which sounded quite painful.

Zhang Daqing looked at his appearance and found it funny, but also secretly frightened.

That new disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo...what is his background?

He was able to surpass Li Zhaoquan in terms of strength. Could it be that he was taking drugs?

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