"Huh?" Lao Zhu snorted dissatisfied.

Zhu Tan immediately covered his mouth. He and Zhu Zi scolded Han Du a lot in the academy, and now they have developed a habit of spitting out words whenever they are bald.

Fortunately, Lao Zhu just glanced at him and did not go into details. Lao Zhu had never looked carefully at what was going on in the academy. Now when he heard Zhu Tan talk about it, it seemed that it was different from what he had in mind. Therefore, Lao Zhu

Zhu was prepared to wait until he had a clear understanding before making plans.

"It's Mr. Han," Zhu Tan immediately corrected him and then said, "Mr. Han taught everyone Juntiquan, and they practice it every day."

The more Zhu Tan spoke, the softer his voice became.

Lao Zhu frowned and asked, "Didn't Han Du teach you?"

"Taught me." Zhu Tan nodded, looked at his father carefully, and explained: "But this military style boxing seems to be a combined attack technique. The more people there are, the more powerful it is. I have no problem dealing with five or six of them by myself."

, but if a dozen of them come together, I will be no match for you. Even if you join forces with the Eight Emperors, you can only cope with the siege of about twenty people."

The art of combined attack? A flash of light flashed out of Lao Zhu's eyes. The art of combined attack has been a secret among military strategists since ancient times. How did Han Du get it?

"What kind of military style boxing can you show your father once?" Lao Zhu said as if coaxing a child.
Chapter completed!