Chapter: 1958

"Although Grandmaster Zhang is stronger than me, in terms of body skills, he may not be able to match me."

"Dacheng's wind stepping technique is faster than 90% in the martial arts world. Only a very small number of monstrous warriors can be faster. After all, this is not a name for nothing."

"There is no speed in martial arts in the world. As long as my speed is faster and I have a thorough understanding of the art of stepping on the wind, when I reach the pinnacle, my body can break through the sound barrier, and I am almost invincible against my peers."

"Haha, I have reached the pinnacle, I am afraid that even the head of the sect has not realized it. When the door of the small world is opened, I will be able to master the technique of stepping on the wind. I am afraid that the head of the house will be surprised."

Lu Xiong muttered to himself, with a somewhat smug expression on his face. The old guy was also very happy that he had competed against Master Zhang.

After all, under the shadow of a famous tree, Zhang Zongshi's strength is beyond doubt. Even Mo Chengfeng wanted to discuss him to stop, and even Ji Wushuang didn't show up. This is enough to explain everything.

He would be happy only after winning such a high-strength Tianjiao.

After muttering, Lu Xiong tried his best to use the technique of stepping on the wind, intending to go up to the top of the mountain quickly.

After another twenty seconds, Lu Xiong arrived in front of his house.

It's just a farmyard with a small area. It looks like seven or eight hundred square meters, square, with red brick walls and tiled houses inside.

This is not the kind of place to live in the wild, even with the intervention of electric wires, there are a total of two tile-roofed houses inside, one is his residence, and the other is the house where Lu Guo occasionally comes to live.

"Huh? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Lu Xiong stood in front of the door and waited for more than 30 seconds. He stroked his beard strangely, shook his head and said, "Could it be that Grandmaster Zhang is the kind of person who is very strong in positional warfare? The speed is really surprisingly slow?"

Another ten seconds passed.

"Could it be lost? It shouldn't be, this is the only place on the top of the mountain!"

"Then why hasn't it come up yet?"

"Strange, I still go down to meet him."

Just as Lu Xiong took two steps forward, planning to go down to meet him, a voice came from the yard:

"Old Lu, what are you doing standing at the door, come in."

"Um???"

Lu Xiong's expression suddenly froze, and then his facial muscles stiffened.

what's the situation?

He hurriedly opened the door and walked in, only to find that Zhang Han was sitting by the table and chairs under the locust tree in the yard, drinking tea...

Tasting, tasting tea?

Lu Xiong shook his head, looked carefully, and found that there was steam rising from the tea.

Zhang Han seemed to have been sitting for a long time, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he took another sip of tea.

"This tea is not bad." Zhang Han smiled lightly.

"Of course, this is me..."

Before Lu Xiong finished speaking, he paused.

"hiss!"