I Will Eventually Become A God

Chapter 62 Is he taking drugs?

"That's a disciple from which dojo. He looks really good, but he's a little too young."

"What is that bastard Li Zhaoquan doing? Bullying a child?"

Dojo disciples from various schools also stepped forward to join in the fun.

Zhang Daqing interjected from the side: "I heard that he is the new disciple of Hidden Dragon Dojo. It should be his first appearance today."

"Hidden Dragon Dojo? So he is the closed disciple of the 'Dragon King'?"

"Why don't you hold an apprenticeship banquet to make it more lively? Things have been quiet in the industry recently, and it's not interesting at all."

"You don't know something about this. That one has always been low-key in recruiting disciples. Except for the first disciple Meng Boshang who doesn't know the situation, the other disciples are accepted quietly..."

Several martial arts practitioners started a heated discussion.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Li Qi, the old owner of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, has a great reputation, even in the circles in the inner ring city, let alone in a "rural place" like Clear City.

Although the opponent's legs were broken by a ruthless man more than 20 years ago and his spirit was beaten to death, and he is now half a disabled person, the reputation of the "Dragon Lord" in the past is still respected by Human Venerable on the road.

The commotion of the onlookers did not affect the two people present.

Xue Jing raised her eyes and looked at the strong man in front of her, and a question mark appeared in her mind.

Seeing that Xue Jing was silent and seemed frightened, Li Zhaoquan grinned and said in a loud voice:

"Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid. It's working time now. I won't trouble you at this time."

Then, he changed the topic.

"It's just that... we are colleagues now. If there is danger later, we have to cooperate. In this case, we need to understand each other's level in advance, right?"

Xue Jing didn't show any expression, just asked calmly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Li Zhaoquan stretched out his right hand, rolled up his sleeve to his elbow, revealing his muscles as strong as iron, and grinned:

"Give me a hand."

In the old days, if the Martial Dao family wanted to rely on martial arts for a living, reputation was the most important thing.

Therefore, the famous Martial Dao family will never fight easily with each other. Once one party loses, the sign will be ruined. Even if they really want to fight, it will be fought behind closed doors and in private, and the victory or defeat will not be disclosed. That kind of thing.

If there is a public battle involving the signatures of their respective schools, it will basically mean that the two sides have huge irreconcilable conflicts. At that time, it will be a matter of life and death.

Based on this situation, a kind of etiquette called "hand-holding" was born among Martial Dao families.

The powerful Martial Dao master has already practiced kung fu deep into his bones. If two people hold hands with each other, and their strength is relaxed and released, they can roughly understand each other's level. This will make them feel confident, so there is no need to make a fuss about it openly. , everyone regards peace as the most important thing, it can be regarded as a kind of "soft competition".

When Xue Jing heard the other party saying that he wanted to help, Xue Jing didn't care.

He had just started practicing martial arts and didn't know much about the rules in the circle. He just thought that this might be the etiquette for the first meeting between the Martial Dao family.

So, he also stretched out his right hand and put his forearm on the opponent's forearm.

From a visual point of view, there is a big difference in arm size between the two, just like a child and an adult.

"They joined hands! Now there is a good show. Li Zhaoquan, a brute, likes to play this trick the most. He uses his hands to press people to the ground. This is his specialty. Many people have suffered this loss!"

"The most important skill in Hupo Dojo is Qi Refining, and he is extremely accomplished in meat training. This young man has just made his debut, and I am afraid he will have to suffer a lot to learn a lesson."

Hearing the conversation of several dojo disciples next to him, Pei Youguang wanted to remind Brother Jing to be careful, but he glanced at his elder brother Pei Tiancheng beside him, moved the corners of his mouth, and hesitated.

But at this time, something had changed in the field.

After Xue Jing put hands with the opponent, he immediately noticed that there was a majestic force coming from the opponent's forearm like a tsunami, very suddenly.

He blinked, his expression remained unchanged, he just used the same strength to press towards the other party.

"Huh?" Li Zhaoquan's expression changed slightly.

He didn't feel like he was holding hands with an underage boy, but rather like he was putting his hands on a big buffalo that was getting mad.

‘No, I can’t hold it down! ’ Li Zhaoquan gritted his teeth and continued to increase his strength. A flush appeared on his face and his arms began to tremble slightly.

‘This man is quite strong. ’ Xue Jing glanced at the other party in surprise.

He added skills to his body, and practiced the Armor Shaking Kung Fu for many days. The five major exercises of Body Tempering increased his strength very quickly. Although it has not been tested yet, without using any skills, his fist strength is at least 800 More than 1 kilogram, in terms of pure physical fitness, it can be said to be extremely strong.

But the person in front of him had a vague intention of overpowering him, and he should be a little stronger than him in terms of strength.

"Interesting." Xue Jing narrowed her eyes slightly and became interested.

With a thought, the power of twins circulated, and his power doubled instantly.

"Click..."

In less than 0.5 seconds, an undetectable sound of bone cracking was heard.

Li Zhaoquan's expression changed slightly, a few drops of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he slowly withdrew his right hand.

His expression remained unchanged, he cupped his fists at Xue Jing and said in a loud voice: "As expected of a master disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, I am Li Zhaoquan!"

Xue Jing also retracted her hand, smiled, and returned the gesture with her fists clasped: "Xue Jing."

"Okay, brother Xue Jing, I'll treat you to tea when you have time. It's working time now, so I won't say goodbye for now. Well... I have an urgent need to urinate. I need to go to the toilet!"

Li Zhaoquan said very fast.

Seeing Xue Jing smiling and nodding in agreement, he turned around and walked slowly towards the door.

"Is this the end?" Everyone was a little confused.

Zhang Daqing, who was not far away, saw this situation and felt something was wrong.

What's going on? When did this bastard become so polite?

He thought for a moment, followed Li Zhaoquan quietly, and followed him out of the door.

Then, he watched helplessly as Li Zhaoquan passed a corner in the corridor and suddenly hunched over in a half-crouched position, making a gasping sound.

"hiss!!"

I saw him covering his right forearm with his left hand and rubbing it constantly.

My right hand still trembles uncontrollably, as if it's Parkinson's disease.

Li Zhaoquan grinned, his face twisted in pain.

"What the fuck!?"

He looked at his trembling arms and secretly regretted his reckless actions.

This is not a young man who has just started practicing martial arts. He believes that he has been lifting dumbbells since he was born.

He was actually crushed by a seemingly underage boy out of sheer strength?

"Uh...what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Li Zhaoquan that he absolutely did not want to hear at this moment.

He straightened up immediately, turned around as if nothing had happened, and looked at Zhang Daqing's half-smiling face.

"It's okay, I just want to pee. Do you know where the toilet is?"

He turned his uncontrollably trembling right hand away from his back and said calmly.

Zhang Daqing clicked his tongue twice: "You continue to pretend, I'm watching."

Li Zhaoquan's mouth twitched.

"I saw it and you asked me a question."

He was too lazy to pretend anymore and continued to rub his right forearm, making a hissing sound from time to time, which sounded quite painful.

Zhang Daqing looked at his look and found it funny, but also secretly frightened.

That new disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo...what is his background?

He was able to surpass Li Zhaoquan in terms of strength. Could it be that he was taking drugs?

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