Chapter 18 The Real Strength of the Old Man

One punch to determine the victory or defeat, all the gangsters looked at Pan Hongsheng with a frightened face under one punch. The places he passed unconsciously gave way, until after all the students went down the mountain, a large group of people suddenly surrounded the boss and looked at the black-faced man's injury.

"What's wrong? What the fuck are you doing around me? What about them? Where did you go when you punched me just now? Just as everyone was busy calling the police, the black-faced man suddenly woke up with excitement. He looked at a group of young brothers around him with an angry face and asked loudly.

He only remembered that he was punched, and then he didn't remember anything. When he opened his eyes again, everyone looked around him.

"Big boss, just now..." Several younger brothers pulled away their waxy faces, and then looked at the black-faced man's face turned blue and white, and said tremblingly.

When 120 pulled away his waxy face, Zhang Bowen had already driven to the city.

Pan Hongsheng's punch looks unpretentious, but in fact, he has controlled his strength to the peak. Although he made the other party faint temporarily, in fact, nothing happened.

Tang Jiajia, who was tired for two days, did not follow Su Ya Su Xue to their house, but took a taxi to go home directly, while Su Ya Su Xue and Pan Hongsheng also went home directly, then lay at home, packed up and leaned on the sofa and slept.

It was not until 8 p.m. that Su Ya Su Xue didn't wake up, and Pan Hongsheng had left when they got up.

In fact, the two little girl fell asleep and Pan Hongsheng had already left.

In a small garden in the courtyard of the military region, Pan Hongsheng and the old man sat in the pavilion.

"In this way, will you finally take advantage of the boy around you?" The old man looked at Pan Hongsheng with bright eyes and asked.

Just now, Pan Hongsheng had told the old man the whole incident, and the old man, who had been silent, flashed a strange look when he heard the old monk throw a blue book to Zhang Bowen.

"I took a look. It's no different from the qi flow we felt after practicing qi." Pan Hongsheng nodded and said.

"This old bald donkey is still so hard!" The old man snorted. It seemed that because the other party did not teach Pan Hongsheng his mastery, the old man's face was a little ugly.

"Do you know him very well?" Pan Hongsheng asked with some surprise.

Listening to Pan Hongsheng's question, the old man immediately had a groantic smile on his face, nodded, shook his head again, and finally sighed when he saw Pan Hongsheng's depressed expression.

"Kid, Four Seasons Boxing is not a pure boxing. Thirty-six boxing techniques are all integrated, and you will reach the next level, just like the boxing you created, but it is just a fusion of twenty kinds of boxing." The old man's amazing words suddenly made Pan Hongsheng's head explode.

Isn't Four Seasons Boxing a pure boxing? Pan Hongsheng thought about it, and then suddenly a trace of terrible thought came to his mind. Indeed, if a boxing is practiced again, it can only attract the surrounding environment, temperature or wind direction at most, etc., but how can it make it cloudless in the first minute and the next moment be covered with dark clouds and heavy rain?

"Four Seasons Boxing is a boxing skill that understands the world, but unlike before, its expression can be straight fist or cannon fist, but it can cause environmental changes at will. This ability has changed from an ordinary boxer to an elephant master, attracting people with four seasons and environmental signs." The old man said slowly.

"That is to say, the old monk I met before is already a master?" Pan Hongsheng asked with a blank face.

In his opinion, he has practiced a little to this day. Although there is still a big gap compared with the old man Lin Hongyi, he has a goal after all. From now on, he can't even enter the house!

"It's not a master." The old man shook his head, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. Pan Hongsheng had never seen the old man have such an expression in the past 20 years, and his eyes widened without saying anything.

"These are not what you should know. Now I just listen carefully. Your road will arrange it for you properly. You are different from your father's dog. Your father doesn't have the energy to cultivate your next generation, so you must compete with me!" The old man said with a ferocious face.

"Dad." Pan Hongsheng shouted, and suddenly his eyes were a little sore.

He never thought that this obscene old man would have any secrets in his heart. At least in his opinion, his father had no hobby except to see Widow Zhang take a shower and strolling on the street, but he clearly heard from the other party's expression and tone that his father carried far more than he thought.

"Well, I'm fine. Don't think about it." The old man took a deep breath, and then his face was a little pale, as if he was much older.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'm fighting." Pan Hongsheng said solemnly, and the old man just nodded and then directly ignored the problem.

"You don't have to learn the four seasons boxing. According to what I taught you, integrating all thirty-six boxing techniques into the realm is the strongest exercise technique. Your father is useless. He can only have thirty-two so far. The last three are up to rely on you!" The old man said quietly.

He swallowed his saliva dryly, and Pan Hongsheng nodded. Now he knows the strength of the old man.

Xu Yan's boxing skills have been the underground emperor of Jinjiang for more than ten years. Lin Hongyi's boxing skills can be powerful enough, and the old man can be full of thirty-two kinds of boxing skills. Looking at his action, it seems that each kind has been transformed into the world. How powerful it will be.

Pan Hongsheng's face was a little excited. He didn't know it was okay before, but now he can't even say anything.

"So, what's the old monk?"

In Pan Hongsheng's opinion, he does not have a benchmark for strength. In his opinion, Lin Hongyi and Xiaomei are already the most powerful, but they are not comparable to the old man at all. He hesitated for a moment and asked about the strength of the old monk yesterday.

After all, it can lead to weather changes, and it is definitely not an ordinary 'boxer'.

"He?" The old man smiled and said, "Although that kind of cultivation method has made rapid progress, it finally stopped to his level, which is almost equivalent to ten kinds of boxing skills!"

Ten kinds of boxing skills can cause torrential rain and thunder. The old man...

Obviously, Pan Hongsheng was now stimulated and couldn't say anything. The old man who felt Pan Hongsheng's condition patted him on the shoulder and sighed slowly.

"Kid, you eat one bite at a time, and the road has to go step by step. Remember one sentence, Dad won't hurt you. Even if you are allowed to be a bodyguard, there is a reason."

"What's the reason?" Pan Hongsheng asked dullly.

"Get out of here. I hate to get to the bottom of the question. Remember to let Zhang Bowen practice well. Just continue to practice boxing by yourself. Let's go!" The old man scolded, and the moment he stood up, he disappeared directly.

"FUCK!" Pan Hongsheng said a rude sentence in astonishment. He quickly looked around and went to the door to take a car and went straight back.