The shock in Zhao Tianyuan's heart could not be described in words. He was trained in free fighting, and his boxing and kicking skills were considered outstanding in the Ming Dynasty.
But facing such a top expert who could cross the sea, he felt like a toad trapped at the bottom of a well.
The world in his eyes was really too small, and he had never thought that there was such a terrifying kung fu in this world.
Huang Youwei was also in shock and couldn't extricate himself.
He stared dumbfoundedly at the two masters and disciples coming over the waves, and his worldview was completely refreshed.
I saw the old man of the Boxing Saint, who was still more than ten meters away from the shore, stepping on the waves and fighting against the sky like an eagle.
Finally, like a javelin, it landed straight on the shore.
On the other hand, the Southeast Asian boxing champion, although he did not have the superb physical skills of the old boxing sage, he still managed to land smoothly by stepping on the waves with both feet.
"Senior Boxing Saint!"
Zhao Tianyuan and Huang Youwei came to their senses and tremblingly stepped forward to say hello.
"Yes, it's me. It was little friend Ye Chen who asked you to come, right?"
The old boxing saint stared at the two of them with his sharp eyes. He had his hands behind his back and his voice was full of energy. He did not look like someone over seventy years old.
"Yes, the two of us are following the Dragon King. If the Dragon King has something to do, he asked us to come and greet you."
Zhao Tianyuan replied respectfully.
He finally saw that the old boxing saint was unusual.
Even when he calls Dragon King, he still calls him little friend Ye Chen.
This shows that in the eyes of the old boxing saint, Ye Chen is just a junior!
Is it possible that this old man is stronger than the Dragon King?
Zhao Tianyuan started to murmur.
The old man, the Boxing Saint, snorted coldly: "That's all, because little friend Ye Chen will tell my disciple the secret of the extremely yin body, so I won't argue with him about these etiquettes."
"Let me know the origin of that little brat who hurt my disciple."
When Zhao Tianyuan saw this, he immediately talked about Yang Yi: "Senior, this tough guy is called Yang Yi. He is also a master who came down from a wild place called Xixing Mountain."
"This person is despicable and vicious, and is good at dirty tricks. But his martial arts and medical skills are quite powerful."
"Yang Yi?"
The old boxing saint murmured Yang Yi's name, with a contemptuous and vicious light in his eyes: "No matter how high his martial arts is, he can't beat me with one punch."
As he spoke, he clenched his fists silently, and the originally calm sea surface roared into huge waves more than ten meters high.
The old boxing saint faced the huge wave and punched out.
There was a bang!
The waves were like being hit hard by an invisible giant fist. The waves splashed in all directions, and the huge waves dispersed instantly like broken glass.
Huang Youwei and Zhao Tianyuan were deeply shocked by this scene.
Breaking the waves with one punch, what kind of power is this?
"Senior, will this junior take you to Yang Yi to settle the score now?"
Zhao Tianyuan couldn't wait to see Yang Yi being punched and exploded.
"Not urgent!"
The old boxing saint calmed down and said with calm eyes: "I have another very important thing to do when I come to Songshan on this trip."
When the Southeast Asian boxing champion heard this, he immediately thought of something and asked cautiously: "Master, are you planning to go to Chen's house?"
"That's right, the grievances between Weishi and the Chen family should be settled. If Chen Jiuling hadn't driven Shifu away back then, Weishi wouldn't have been living overseas."
"Now that he has returned to his hometown, that old immortal Chen Jiuling should pay the price for what happened back then!"
The eyes of the old boxing saint flashed with deep resentment.
"That's not right, senior, the Chen Jiuling you are talking about is the head of the Chen family?"
Zhao Tianyuan frowned, vaguely hearing something.
"What? Do you know this old immortal?"
The old boxing saint became interested.
"Senior, the extremely yin body Chen Shuyao the Dragon King mentioned belongs to the Chen family, and Chen Jiuling is Chen Shuyao's grandfather."
Zhao Tianyuan explained hurriedly.
As soon as these words came out, the old man of the Boxing Saint was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Okay, the Chen family is indeed a big family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is unexpected that a girl with such a physique can be born."
"Lead the way, let's go sit at Chen's house now."
Zhao Tianyuan saw that the old man of Boxing Saint had quite a feud with the Chen family and immediately nodded in agreement.
With the relationship between Yang Yi and the Chen family, as long as the Chen family is targeted by the old boxing saint, it will be difficult for Yang Yi not to show up.
Until then, these two people will still fight together.
Then the Dragon King's plan to borrow a knife to kill people was successful.
…
Chen family villa.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Zhao Tianyuan and his party arrived.
But the Chen family villa was still brightly lit.
The old boxing saint looked at the luxurious villa in front of him with murderous intent in his eyes: "After all these years, Chen Jiuling, you old man, are living a good life!"
"Senior, what is the grudge between you and the Chen family? Do you feel that you have always suffered a lot of grievances?"
Zhao Tianyuan asked curiously.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"
The old boxing saint said something to Zhao Tianyuan, got off the car and went straight to the villa.
"who are you?"
The security guard at the door of the villa immediately came forward to ask.
The old boxing sage didn't answer at all, just looked at him, and the Southeast Asian boxing champion knocked down all the security guards at the door with one punch.
When he reached the door of the villa, the old boxing champion kicked the door open.
"Chen Jiuling, come out and see me!"
The old boxing saint stood at the door of the living room of the villa, and his angry voice suddenly woke everyone in the villa.
Chen Zhiyuan, the second master of the Chen family, hurried down in his pajamas.
"Who is it? You are looking for death in the middle of the night!"
Chen Zhiyuan cursed and looked at the white-haired old boxing saint. He was about to say something more when he was startled by the Southeast Asian boxing champion standing in front of him.
"Don't be rude to my master, otherwise you will die!"
The Southeast Asian boxing champion was like an angry lion. He was so full of rage that Chen Zhiyuan was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe.
At this time, Mr. Chen also walked downstairs after hearing the news.
The old housekeeper Shou Bo supported him.
When the master and servant came downstairs and saw the old boxing saint, they were also stunned.
"Chen Jiudao?"
Shou Bo spoke in surprise.
The old boxing saint smiled: "Ah Shou, after so many years, you still remember me, it's worthy of our relationship as master and servant."
"Uncle Shou, you mean he is Chen Jiudao, my nominal uncle?"
Chen Zhiyuan immediately thought of something.
Shou Bo nodded, and the past came to mind bit by bit.
It turns out that Chen Jiudao was once the adopted son of the Chen family and the eldest young master of the Chen family. Uncle Shou used to serve Chen Jiudao, the eldest son of the Chen family.
Later, the old man of the Chen family passed away. Before his death, he wanted to pass the position of head of the family to his adopted son, Chen Jiudao.
Chen Jiuling didn't want the Chen family to pass to an outsider, so he secretly changed the old man's will and changed the heir to the family head to himself.
He also expelled Chen Jiudao from the Chen family and Songshan.
Chen Jiudao was very dissatisfied with this. Although he adopted his son, he devoted himself to the Chen family and made great contributions.
He vowed to return to the Chen family one day and make Chen Jiuling pay a hundred times the price for what happened that day.
"Yes, I am the Chen Jiudao back then, the fool who was played by the Chen family!"
Chen Jiudao clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes as sharp as knives were directed at Chen Jiuling.
