"What else does this kid say? Black Dragon is doing things for him?"

"I thought I heard it wrong. How could the black dragon, the underground dragon head of the Imperial City, do something for such a boy?"

"Maybe I just want to pretend, young people."

The discussion reached Chen Junsheng's ears, which were extremely harsh.

According to Pan Ze, it is entirely possible for Heilong to do things for him alone.

But the people under him don’t know Pan Ze’s identity, so it’s difficult for them to accept such a humiliating fact.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Such a big black dragon with thousands of children under him, so he could do things for you alone."

The master thought Pan Ze was just a joke, and he responded casually.

Who knew that Pan Ze was still on the verge of his head.

He turned around and looked at Chen Junsheng behind him, and raised his eyebrows, "I said Heilong is right to do things for me, Pan Ze."

"No...yes."

Chen Junsheng waved his hand quickly, not daring to say a word of nonsense.

Pan Ze turned his head and looked at the master with a proud look on his face, "How is it, I'm right."

"Don't talk nonsense to me. Since you represent Zizhu Club, I represent Black Dragon. If you want to fight, hurry up. Anyway, you are not my opponent."

When he said this, the master had no desire to resist, because Pan Ze was right.

He is not Pan Ze's opponent at all, and he cannot see any weakness in Pan Ze.

But in Pan Ze's eyes, he saw himself full of weaknesses.

"bring it on."

Pan Ze waved his hand, looking indifferent, and did not relieve the master at all.

Pan Ze, an ancient martial artist of this level, naturally didn't take it seriously.

"I don't pretend, I can't beat you if I show up, but I still have to try it. Please don't hide your strength."

The master bowed deeply to Pan Ze and said respectfully.

In the ancient martial arts world, strength is everything. As long as you have enough strength, it is entirely possible for seniors to kowtow to juniors.

"Are you sure?"

Pan Ze frowned and asked back.

If he had to do his best, he would probably be knocked out of the situation.

"bring it on."

The master waved.

But after the sound fell, Pan Ze had already appeared in front of the master.

But Pan Ze deliberately stopped again.

The master found the right opportunity to take action, and he flashed again and appeared behind the master.

But when the master reacted, Pan Ze flashed to the front again.

This action made me laugh out loud.

The master was already amused by Pan Ze and roared to the sky.

The next moment, the master's combat power was overwhelming.

Everyone was shocked.

It was just the next scene but it continued to be embarrassed.

Pan Ze grabbed the master's clothes with one hand, gently lifted them up, and said impatiently, "Your move doesn't seem to work, it's still so noisy."

"Let me go!"

The master tried to get rid of Pan Ze's hand, but Pan Ze still grabbed it tightly, which was very embarrassing.

"Let him go!"

A reprimanding voice came.

He ran forward in two steps and rescued the master.

A young man came behind him.

A set of combination punches hit Pan Ze. Pan Ze wanted to avoid it, but suddenly he found that the young man had never seen the boxing technique he had before.

He penetrated any boxing techniques since China in hell, but he had never learned such boxing.

After a few rounds, he was not in a hurry to take action, but copied it into his mind through the opponent's boxing technique.

This also led to his retreat.

"snort."

The young man snorted coldly, showing a hint of complacent appearance, "I thought how strong I could beat my uncle like that, but I didn't expect that he was just a paper tiger who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

Pan Ze closed his eyes and recalled every punch from the young man just now. This punch was not a boxing technique that was passed down, but was created by himself.

When the young man saw him close his eyes, he immediately took action again, hoping to win with one move.

But Pan Ze suddenly opened his eyes again and took the punch as if he had expected it.

The young man took action again, and he took it.

After a few punches, they were all taken without exception.

"you..."

The young man was about to speak, but his next punch was predicted by Pan Ze's punch and he was knocked away.

The young man fell to the ground with a serious expression.

"Xuan'er, stop beating, you have lost."

The young man shook his head and said helplessly, "He has learned all your moves. If you continue to fight like this, you have no chance of winning at all."

"Master, how is this possible? How could I be learned to be like this after practicing boxing for several years!"

The young man looked at Pan Ze with a reluctance, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up. The boxing technique I had practiced since childhood was learned to be gone like this.

Although it is unreliable, his master will not lie to him.

"Xuan'er, come here."

He greeted in the boudoir.

Xuan'er flashed and flew to the side of the boudoir.

Pan Ze disdained to take action. If he took action, Xuan'er's head would be separated at this time.

"What's wrong, Master, wait and see, I'll try to use spiritual power. I don't believe he can keep up with my speed."

Xuan'er's clothes look eager to try, and she is very confident.

Hearing this, Kitchen suddenly became angry and slapped Xuan'er in the face.

"How many times have you told me that you are absolutely not allowed to use that kind of thing until the last moment!"

Xuan'er covered half of her face and didn't dare to say a word.

He pointed at Pan Ze in his arms and said, "Go and apologize to him."

"Apologize?"

When Xuan'er heard this, he looked at Pan Ze and then at the people who were laughing at him, "What apologize? I'm not wrong!"

"Nothing wrong?"

The little girl picked up another slap and threw it, "Did I ask you to take action? Isn't it wrong to take action rashly when I don't know the other party's strength?"

"In the end, it also led to the outflow of boxing in our boudoir family. Isn't that wrong?"

"I..."

Xuan'er lowered her head at a loss, pinching the corner of her clothes in her hand in a distorted state, "The disciple knew that he was wrong."

"Why don't you go quickly if I ask you to apologize?"

The last reprimanding from the boudoir.

Xuan'er blushed, pulled the corners of her two clothes, reluctantly walked to Pan Ze, looked at him with dissatisfaction, gritted her teeth, "I'm sorry."

The sound fell.

Someone laughed out loud at the black dragon.

"I thought it was so cruel at first, but it turned out to be a younger brother."

"Haha, I thought it was so cruel. Master asked him to apologize, but he wanted to apologize."

The extremely sarcastic sneer reached Xuan'er's ears, like silver needles pricking on his ears, extremely harsh.

Pan Ze turned around coldly and frowned, "Do you think it's funny?"

With his look, those who were still laughing at him immediately closed their mouths, and they didn't even have the courage to look at Pan Ze.

He turned around.

He stretched out his hand and gently raised Xuan'er's chin, with a hint of desire flashing in his eyes, "Do you want to go with me?"

"ah?"

Xuan'er was shocked and thought she had heard it wrong.

"I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Pan Ze stood up and looked around, and then said, "There are two kinds of eyes when you look at me, one is unwilling to accept it, and the other is admiration."
Chapter completed!