Chapter 180 Speech Conflict

It can be seen from what he said that he loves Becky from the bottom of his heart, and he really likes Ai Jialin. The housekeeper doesn't seem to be a real servant. He spoils the young master Beggie and respects him less. And Betsy doesn't seem to be very intimate with his subordinates.

After introducing her good friend Ai Jialin, Betsy quickly pointed to Lance and said generously, "This is Lance, my classmate in Class 2 of martial arts, and now he is a warrior in the middle level. But the first-class genius has helped me a lot. I can break through so quickly thanks to him. I told you!"

The old housekeeper couldn't help nodding and praising: "This is Master Quinn's son. Sure enough, the young talent makes people fall in love at first sight. Please come in quickly." With that, he stretched out his hand to the house, obviously knowing Lance's true identity.

The overall architectural style of the Rossill mansion where Lance lives is typical of a magician. With the Quinn Rossill Great Magician Tower as the center, you can see the whole picture at a glance. Beiqi has been a descendant of generals since her ancestors, but the hinterland of the house is a martial arts arena. Becky and the old housekeeper walked all the way. The trees on both sides of the corridor were lush. Although the buildings were not gorgeous, there was a sense of atmosphere in simplicity. The old housekeeper talked about the glorious history of the Count Minas family. The battlefield of several generations of war also left a great prestige in the empire. There is a strong sense of pride in the words...

At the corner of the corridor, waves of training came. As far as I could see, it was the training ground. I could only hear the swords and soldiers drinking, swords and dances, which was a scene of happy martial arts.

The old butler smiled and pointed to the other side and said, "This is the place to practice martial arts in our house. The private guards are all practicing here." His eyes signaled, his right hand falsely led, and Lance and the other three followed.

The old housekeeper kept introducing, but his feet kept walking around the playground, so that Lance Agaline could fully see the scene on the training ground. However, the warriors in the field did not look at the onlookers at each other and did their own exercises.

In the middle of the whole training ground, there is a man in the bodyguard leader costume, yellow and red, walking behind his back, admonishing from time to time. Obviously, he is the leader of this group of warriors.

Becky whispered to Lance, "Do you see? This is the warrior of my family who grew up Mr. Parson. My martial arts are also taught by him. I have told you before."

Lance must have looked at the next one, and it was clear in his heart that this Samurai named Parson is a warrior who has reached the high-level stage. Although his breath is deep, he is not as good as Claire and Todd, the elite students of the college in the high-level stage. Although ordinary people can't feel it, Lance can sense some unsolid feelings on the other party at the first time.

As if he felt Lance's gaze, the warrior's body paused slightly, slowly turned his head, glanced over, stopped on Lance's body for a moment, stared for a few seconds, then moved away, then looked at Betsy beside him, and strode over.

"Miss Betsy, Butler Ford." The big man came to the two and bowed and said.

"Hello, Mr. Parson." Becky saluted, and the old housekeeper standing beside her just nodded slightly without moving too much. After salute, Betsy reached out and began to introduce, "These two are my classmates, Lance and Ai Jialin, who came to the mansion today."

"Oh? Is this the Mr. Lance you mentioned before? Parson ignored the shining Agaline, but looked directly at Lance. Obviously, he had already heard his name and deeds from Betsy's mouth. And there was a smell of interrogation in his tone, without much cover. He looked directly at Lance and asked, "Is it you who questioned my training method?"

Lance was slightly stunned and didn't expect the warrior to be so direct and not at all. He replied with a faint smile, "There is no doubt that this kind of training of squeezing physical energy is harmful to the body." Lance's eyes stopped on several parts of the warrior's body and spoke at the same time.

"Well, the way of practicing martial arts is like sailing against the water. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Of course, you have to try your best to exercise. Even junior warriors can understand this truth, but you still don't know it until you have practiced?" Parson put his hands on his chest and said them loudly, with a convincing momentum.

"In fact, it is not the case. Excessive training will only damage the body. Pressing the body to force the promotion will only cause a heavier Shanghai to the body, and the potential will also be exhausted..." Lance shook his head and said.

"Well, what do you know at a young age? Where did you get this lazy theory? It's really ridiculous!" Parson interrupted and then looked at Becky: "Miss, I can't listen to this man."

Becky didn't expect that her samurai chief would be aggressive as soon as he came up, especially to teach Lance a lesson in front of her. Usually, she has great respect for the samurai chief and mentor who taught her martial arts, so she is at a loss at this time. Look at Parson and Lance, I don't know how to answer.

Lance didn't say much when he saw this big man grabbing white, but smiled indifferently: "Oh? Then this master, how about I ask you a few questions?

"Well, just ask." The samurai chief Parson said proudly.

"Okay, then I'll ask." Lance stared at the other and asked in a low voice, "After years of practice, will you feel the faint pain in your lower abdomen? The more you run, the more you become. And is there any feeling of urine at night, but it can't be excreted?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked, because every martial artist present was trained under the guidance of Parson. Except for Betsy's early treatment for being cured by Lance's soft fighting spirit, most of the rest of the people will have the feelings Lance just said when they practice, but the depth is different. And these people were fine, but Parson's face faded in an instant. His arrogance just now disappeared, and he stammed and asked, "How do you...how do you know?"

"What you learned to practice is a strong martial arts and fighting spirit, and you have not recovered properly. However, there is still strong daily training. The state of yellow and redness does not indicate how strong your face is, but that too much fire has penetrated into the body. The stinging words are because of the suppression of water power. For a long time, I'm afraid that there will be no progress in martial arts cultivation. On the contrary, it will lead to regression and physical weakness due to your actions.

Lance said slowly and said solemnly, "Listen to me, take good care of yourself now, and there is hope of recovery and promotion in the future."

Hearing Lance's words, the samurai leader Parson stood still and stunned, his face changed several times, and then slowly regained his original color. His chest, which had just been undulating because of shock and fear, gradually calmed down. Seeing his reaction, Lance sighed secretly in his heart: Sure enough, he is a person who has reached a high-level warrior. Even if this kind of person who relies on horizontal training and skill to advance is free to be arrogant, and has not lost his martial arts heart because of his short words...

Sure enough, as he expected, the samurai named Parson closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, adjusted his breath, and his mood completely recovered. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Lance coldly and said coldly, "Hmm, at a young age, with your little strength, I don't know where to hearsay, but you still dare to frighten people here? It seems that you don't know how powerful and advanced the high level is!" Although Parson was hit by Lance, he still didn't want to lose face.

In particular, he believed that the teenager must have heard about his training methods and hidden diseases that he had been injured and approved from Betsy, so he came here to attack his heart. He didn't dare to have much resentment about his lady, but he hated Lance and made him impossible to come down in front of many guards and disciples, so he forced himself to speak calmly and sneered.

Lance looked at him indifferently, smiled sarcastically, and then shook his head and said, "You really don't know it until you die. When you reach a high level of cultivation, you have caused great internal injury to your body. If you continue to practice like this, you will never live thirty."

"What did you say!" Samurai commander Parson said angrily when he heard the words. The words just now were almost cursing him to die early, and no wonder he couldn't stand his anger.

"So, just for your own good." Lance said lightly.

"Drink hahahaha!" Parson laughed angrily and pointed to Lance and said, "Jior, I don't want to embarrass you, but you are too cheap to say that I have to teach you how to be a man!" He walked towards Lance angrily, and at the same time, there was a faint gas fluctuation on his body, showing the extreme anger and embarrassment in his heart at this moment.

"Parson!" Becky, who was watching, saw that things suddenly went in the worst direction. At first, she was a little confused. At this time, she watched the bodyguard leader rush towards Lance angrily and finally reacted and shouted.

The samurai Parson paused slightly, then gritted his teeth and continued to walk towards Lance regardless. Although Betsy is her young master and is deeply liked by the head of the family, Minas, after all, she is just a girl, and her status in the family is not too high. Parson, who was overwhelmed by anger, could not care so much at this time.

Agaline looked at Parson who walked away with a little worry, but she didn't say much. She didn't know if she was very confident in Lance or something else. However, the butler of Minas Mansion still stood beside Becky without much reaction, as if he would not move as long as the young master did not take the initiative to order.

However, looking at Parson, who was staring, Lance did not respond at all, but watched him rush towards himself indifferently...