The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao was initially a little surprised when he received Jinglei's phone call. You must know that every time Grandpa II called, he was looking for something to do with him. Moreover, I have just left the courtyard house. What can happen in such a short period of time?

He was very serious when he heard the sound of thunder.

He immediately realized that something bad might have happened.

As for who Jinglei was talking about, Xiao Yao didn't have a final conclusion. To solve the mystery, he had to return to the courtyard.

Driving the car, Xiao Yao thought a lot about what the visit was this time.

If it was just an ordinary friend, Jinglei would definitely not be so serious.

This is totally unscientific.

When I returned to the courtyard, Jinglei and a man in a black samurai costume were drinking tea on the stone table.

There was also an island long knife wrapped around his waist.

As long as Xiao Yao is not the second stunner, he can now guess the identity of the other party.

He was thinking about this issue before, but he didn't expect that the other party would come right away and didn't say a word of greeting. What made him feel depressed is that this guy actually killed the Siheyuan directly. He was surprised that Crossing the River was in Haitian. How long has the city been lurking, otherwise, it would be impossible for even the courtyard house to be so clear. What made him even more surprised was that he hadn't even noticed it until now.

It seems that masters are always masters.

Jinglei directed at Xiao Yao and beckoned.

Xiao Yao walked to the front, glanced at Dujiang, and while sitting down, he was also carefully looking at the other party.

A face that is not too old, with deep sunken eye sockets, a little grayish white at the temples, heavy lines on the corners of the eyes, white eyes larger than the pupils, and thick lips, like two sausages hung on the mouth.

To be honest, standing on the street like this is really hard to tell that he is a master.

"Come?" Jinglei glanced at Xiao Yao and asked a meaningless nonsense.

"Here." Xiao Yao nodded.

Jinglei handed over a cup of tea, Xiao Yao was stunned first, but still took the teacup and drank it in one fell swoop.

Xiao Yao really doesn't understand, what is he thinking of, the second grandfather? Doesn't he know who is sitting next to him now? There is no reason for this. After all, Jinglei has fought Dujiang with a knife before. Although it has been a long time, it would be too nonsense to say that he didn't know him at all.

Everyone knows that crossing the river this time came to China for trouble.

Since this is the case, how can everyone sit and drink tea together?

Dujiang glanced at Jinglei and said, "You apprentice, you seem to be very alert."

"He has always been like this." Jinglei said with a smile.

Xiao Yao couldn't help interrupting the conversation between the two people, and asked in a low voice: "Second grandfather, are you talking and laughing?"

Jinglei shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

"A stab across the river?" Xiao Yao turned his face to look at the stab across the river.

"Who else is looking for you besides me?" Du Jiang said with a smile. Although he hadn't identified himself before, Jinglei didn't disclose anything before or on the phone, but he believed that as long as Xiao Yao is not a person If you have a brain damage, you can definitely know your identity.

"Are you here to help your apprentice seek justice?" Xiao Yao asked, frowning.

He really couldn't be as calm as his second grandfather, sitting next to him was the number one master of the island country, and he was still a master on the opposite side of him.

For someone who would draw his sword at any time, Xiao Yao really had no way to calm down and talk to the other party about the recent weather conditions.

It seems that I am too young.

Dujiang Dadao heard Xiao Yao's words and burst into laughter.

"It's a young man, I'm still so uncomfortable, but it's also good, young man! You have to have such a vigor, don't look like an old man, even if you are used to watching the wind and waves, it is impossible. If you can't afford to make waves, and the sea has been turbulent for hundreds of millions of years, can you be calm forever now?" Dujiang said seriously.

Xiao Yao smiled: "If you just come to tell me these truths, I think you can go now. I don't really like discussing philosophy with others."

Dujiang said with a knife, "Don't worry, I am looking for you this time, it's definitely not because of Matsushita Hayate, it's all about your juniors. He deserved it when he died in your hands. He thought he was invincible in the world. He even dared to come to China to make trouble. Unfortunately, he didn't know how many strong people there were in China. He thought that after receiving too many flowers and honors in the island country, he would be able to use a knife to cross the world. Such a person died. Nothing to regret."

Xiao Yao raised his forehead.

Can this cross the river be so reasonable?

This was completely different from what he had thought before. There was not even the slightest dagger, but it didn't make Xiao Yao feel so relaxed, on the contrary, it made him feel that the surrounding atmosphere was quite weird.

Holding the teacup, he poured himself a glass of water and poured it into his stomach, like a scalper drinking water, not knowing what it was like.

He knows some tea, but he still knows it under the sticks of Grandpa and Grandpa.

But if you really ask him if he likes tea, Xiao Yao's answer will definitely be no. In his opinion, if you don’t like tea, you don’t like tea. If you really have to do it for some high-end atmosphere, you have to say yourself. Like drinking tea, my head must be twitched.

He thinks that carbonated drinks are better than tea. Of course, this is just his own thoughts, his own taste, and it does not represent the general public. In fact, whether you drink tea or drink, you just like it. There is no need to pass on tea culture for some reason. You have to drink tea. Qin Opera, Peking Opera, Allegro under the bridge, the former storyteller-now young people can have it. How many likes?

It's not that they are not good. If they can be passed down for thousands of years, they must have existential value.

But if you have to force people to like it, it will cause some rejection, Xiao Yao himself thinks that way, at least he will not force Ge Buping and the others to like tea, which is too boring.

"Actually, Matsushita Hayate is dead. Although I am heartbroken, I still don’t want to trouble you a junior. You juniors fight, win and lose, I will not take it seriously. He is dead, it is him. It deserves it, but I, as a master, can't do nothing, right?" Du Jiang tapped on the table with his finger and said.

Xiao Yao nodded, expressing his high agreement: "What you said is quite reasonable, but what do you want to express and what do you want to do? If you want to do it, I think you'd better seize the time. I may have to pick up the kids from school later, and I won’t have time to chat with you for too long."

Dujiang Yidao's face changed.

He looked at Jinglei and asked in a deep voice, "You handed over his etiquette to the elders?"

Jinglei shook his head: "This kid has a good talent and is self-taught, but I still like him. When I can do it, try not to make noise. Isn't that good? I obviously hate someone and I have to sit and drink with others. Tea, too fake, people like us will do it, vulgar!"

A vulgar word has been deceived.

Crossing the river drew his sword, and the shadow of the sword was swaying.

Shocking thunder took advantage of the trend, and was evenly matched.

"Second grandfather, what do you mean?" Xiao Yao sat in a chair for a moment, and said suspiciously.

"The things of your younger generation have been resolved, and now it's naturally our older generation's turn." Jinglei said with a smile. Before Xiao Yao killed Matsushita Hayate, it's not because of that Matsushita Hayate. He is in the same generation as Xiao Yao, although he is a little older.

But now, the old thing like Dujiang Knife has already come to China, and it's still in Haitian City. I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I can't think of a reason to let it go.

What must be done is still to be done after all.

Those who deserve to be killed are not allowed to stay.

This truth, Jinglei really hoped that he had figured it out many years ago, and maybe it would save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He snorted coldly and said, "I was able to beat this guy back then, but I still can."

Crossing the river can only be reported with a sneer.

Many years have passed. Over the years, Dujiang Yidao has gained a lot of insights, epiphanies, and great progress in strength. Even he faintly felt that he would soon be able to enter another interface. In that world, everything is Unknown, but the starting point is no longer a mortal.

However, in recent years, Jinglei's strength has not only not improved by leaps and bounds, but has also regressed a lot.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Jinglei was no longer a threat in his eyes.

Xiao Yao sighed: "Second grandfather, take a look at what you said. Who of us doesn't know your strength? But you are right! He is already your defeated opponent, so why bother with you personally. How about doing it? I'm an apprentice, so I should help you with it."

While speaking, he glanced at Dujiang, his eyes were full of mockery: "I really don't know why your face is so thick. You come to trouble you when you come to trouble. There are five people who had to pretend before. What are you doing? Don’t you think it’s meaningless? In the end, it’s just a matter of drawing a sword, vulgar!"

After saying this, he slammed a punch.

Smashed his head towards Dujiang.

Crossing the river hurriedly, with a knife in front of him.

With a punch on the blade, Dujiang Yidao's body also moved back a few steps. Xiao Yao did not step back, holding the stone table with one hand to stabilize his figure.

"Pull!" There were some cracks on the stone table, and then it collapsed.

Turned into pieces of shapeless gravel.

"Do you have a master? Don't kill you at that time, your master can still jump out of the coffin, killing the small and the old, killing the old, and the older ones. It's too much trouble." Xiao Yao squinted at Dujiang and said with a knife.