It's night.

In Ma Kun's villa.

Wang Xiaolong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands in his pockets, looking out the window expressionlessly.

"Is he sick? He is getting too much."

I saw it through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fan Jiangjiao was beating his younger brother to death.

Beating and scolding at the same time.

"It's really useless! It's really useless! It's really useless..."

The little brother only dared to hold his head, curled up, and kept wailing.

"Brother Jiao, Brother Jiao..."

Another younger brother wanted to persuade me, but he didn't dare to extend his hand.

After playing for a while, Fan Jiangjiao stood up a little tired.

As if he noticed something, he turned his head and saw Wang Xiaolong staring at him expressionlessly.

Suddenly a wave of anger came up.

Fan Jiangjiao sniffed and rushed in with an angry look on his face.

Wang Xiaolong leaned slowly on the sofa, holding his head in his hands, crossing his legs, and quietly looked at the river dragon rushing in.

"Wang Xiaolong, what are you looking at?!" Fan Jiangjiao shouted angrily as soon as he came in, "If you have the guts to go out and challenge me!!"

But Wang Xiaolong ignored him.

He is a great master who has gained his inner strength. How can he challenge Jiang Jiao in a one-on-one challenge? Wouldn't that give him face?!

After Fan Jiangjiao burst out, his tone slowed down slightly.

"Kun...Brother Kun, I really don't understand why you let that kid go!"

Wang Xiaolong said calmly: "You just couldn't beat that kid with so many people, and everyone in the [White Lion Gang] was watching!"

"If Brother Kun hadn't handled it like this and the two gangs started fighting, what good would we gain?! Crazy man."

Fan Jiangjiao spat out: "[The White Lion Gang] have nothing to be afraid of! You and a bodyguard are just getting in the way here."

"I can deal with that kid on my own, I'm very good at fighting!!!"

At the end of the sentence, Fan Jiangjiao fisted and palmed each other excitedly.

At this time, Ma Kun finally spoke.

"Ajiao, you go out first."

"Brother Kun..."

"Get out first!" Ma Kun raised his head and glanced at Fanjiang Jiao.

"..."

Fan Jiangjiao glared at Wang Xiaolong unwillingly, snorted twice, and turned around to leave.

Then, after seeing that little brother.

The anger I received from Wang Xiaolong came back again.

He trotted forward and continued to punch and kick him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

After Fan Jiangjiao went out, Ma Kun looked at Wang Xiaolong.

"Xiaolong, why did you show mercy when you fought with that kid today?"

What kind of strength is Wang Xiaolong!

Ma Kun knows best.

After all, I have carried it with me since I was a child.

Wang Xiaolong has grown up all the way, and it can be said that Ma Kun has seen it all.

From the beginning, I held a steel rod against him, and now I can defeat a hundred with one without any problem.

"..."

Wang Xiaolong's eyes flickered for a moment.

He couldn't tell the real reason.

He adjusted his sitting position and put his hands on his knees.

After a long silence, he said: "[Rakshasa Order]... I will get it back."

When Ma Kun heard this, he once again confirmed his suspicions.

He knew that Wang Xiaolong’s father was one of the founders of [Dragon and Tiger Gate].

This is what Wang Xiaolong told him before.

So he was not surprised that Wang Xiaolong had such a strong martial arts.

Today, the boy who caused trouble announced his name - Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu, Wang Xiaolong.

Ma Kun had a guess at that time.

The question just now was considered a test by Ma Kun.

Seeing Wang Xiaolong like this, Ma Kun knew better.

…

Baiyun Mountain.

Hong Kang carried several boxes up the mountain this time.

Meet Master Qixia.

Hong Kang tried to sense its strength with his spirit.

This time, I no longer felt anything like before.

When he went to sense it before, Qi Xia easily blocked Hong Kang's mental perception with his mind.

Now Hong Kang's spirit is only one chance away from reaching the state of "looking inwards at one's own body". Naturally, he does not want to be isolated as easily as before.

Hong Kang could feel that Qi Xia's aura seemed to blend with the surrounding nature.

Peaceful, grand and lofty.

However, at the same time, Hong Kang also noticed that Qixia's energy and blood seemed to be declining.

After all, we are over sixty people.

Although the spiritual realm and internal energy cultivation are still slowly improving over time, the Qi and blood in Qi Xia's body, under Hong Kang's perception, are obviously attenuated compared to previous years.

Of course, even if it is declining, it is not something ordinary people can match.

Hong Kang looked at the box.

He thought to himself: "This gift is just right for Master right now."

Qi Xia is writing.

Hong Kang knew that Qi Xia liked calligraphy.

And he doesn't like others to disturb him when he is writing.

Hong Kang just stood aside quietly and watched.

Qi Xia wrote a poem by Su Dongpo.

"Linjiang Immortal·Sending Money to Mu Fu":

"One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the end of the world is the end of the world.

Still a smile brings the warmth of spring.

A well without waves is a true ancient well, but a well with knots is Qiu Yun.

The melancholy and lonely sail sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds.

There is no need to have green eyebrows in front of the bottle.

Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler."

Qi Xia put down his brush and looked at his work with a smile on his face.

"Akang, how about you come and take a look?"

"Master is asking about Su Dongpo's words or yours?" Hong Kang joked.
To be continued...