Lee Jianyao was stunned for a moment. Park Young-heung was not already Alzheimer's disease just now. Heroes are old, so why is it so normal now?

Park Young-xiong is the god of the Peninsula martial arts world. He is the first peerless strong man to enter the divine realm in the Peninsula martial arts world. He is the first Peninsula man to defeat the invincible hands of the Asian realm. There are countless firsts and countless legends on him.

Although Lee Jianye joked that he was the emperor of the Peninsula's financial circle, his ability was really nothing compared to Park Yingxiong, so he did not dare to lie in front of Park Yingxiong.

"Master Park, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Chen Qiye led the big guys from the world business district to visit my Li's house and fainted. I... I really can't swallow this." Li Jianyao pushed Li Shuzhen's support away, walked to the waterfall carefully and bowed with fists.

Li Shuzhen also hurriedly bent down and explained: "Uncle Park, my father suddenly had a hidden illness at home because of Chen Qiye that day and almost died. Is it too much for our Li family to die if Chen Qiye died?"

Park Young-heung slowly stood up from the big bluestone. If he was just an ordinary old man when he was sitting, but when he stood up straight and stood between this world, Li Shuzhen seemed to have seen a peerless silver spear standing on the big bluestone, with a majestic weapon and looking up at the sky.

It was like a graceful man who saw through the dust, calming down here, his whole body of clothes fluttering with the wind.

Park Young-hoon is 84 years old this year. He just looked like an old man with dementia, but now he is like an energetic peerless man. The contrast between the front and back actually made Li Shuzhen fascinated.

"This is what the leader of the martial arts world in the peninsula should look like. Is he a real boxing saint?" Li Shuzhen was a little confused for a moment.

But Park Young-hoon didn't care at all, because Lee Jianye and Lee Sook-jin were not right at all.

A month ago, he was a dying man who was about to die. But on New Year's Eve, he seized the martial arts mystery that he had never understood for the past forty years and entered Tongxuan in one fell swoop. At that moment, Park Young-hoon instantly felt that he was fifty years younger.

Now he looks like he was alone and challenging many masters from Asian countries, and his body is full of explosive mysterious energy.

After living once, Park Young-heung has become much less concerned about the things in the world.

"So I can kill Chen Qiye and then let your Li family settle in Donghai Island?" Park Young-heung said to himself in the face of the surging waterfall.

Li Jianyao was still running out of the air in an instant, bowing his head and bent down and said, "I dare not, I am just a mortal, so how could I dare to use the Fist Saint."

Li Shuzhen also hurriedly said that she didn't dare and buried her head in her chest, but she was secretly happy in her heart. It's good that Park Young-heung is not old, it's good that she is not old!

"Whether you dare or not, it has nothing to do with me." Park Young-hyun shook his head and said.

Lee Jianyao was stunned and then asked, "Master Park, don't you mind the fact that Chen Qiye had deposed your four disciples? Then why did you start a death battle against Chen Qiye next to the Han River on the eighth day of the first lunar month?"

Park Young-heung tilted his head, looked back at Lee Jian-yeol with disdain, and said, "Do you think I, Park, still have this world in my heart? This world is not worthy of Park Young-heung!"

"They are not good at learning skills and have been destroyed by Chen Qiye. What does it have to do with me?"

hiss!

Lee Jianyao immediately took a breath, Park Young-heung breathed so much!

He also felt this kind of emotion when he was fifty-five.

With one person's strength, he brought the Li family to the threshold of the largest clan in East Asia. At that time, Li Jianyao was still strong and heroic. At that time, he felt that he had infinite possibilities and thought that he could bring the Li family to the ranks of the aristocratic clans.

But just a few days ago, Chen Qiye slapped him strongly and fainted. Park Young-heo's heroic current looks very much like himself.

Seeing that Lee Jianyao didn't speak, Park Young-hoon smiled and said with a smile: "Why, Old Man Li, do you think my dignified Tongxuan strong man will brag about you here?"

Li Jianyao shook his head like a rattle: "I dare not, I am a dying person, how dare I figure out the realm of the boxing saint."

Park Young-hoon nodded. If it weren't for the kind act of placing a check before Lee Jianyao left, why would he have to talk so much to an ordinary person?

"Uncle Park, today is the third day of the first lunar month. There are still five days left to fight you and Chen Qiye. I wonder if you are in good health recently?" Li Shuzhen gritted her teeth and asked slightly.

Li Shuzhen's words are subtle, and she is actually asking Park Young-heung if he can still fight.

As soon as these words came out, the servants of the Park family in the manor laughed, the old woman laughed, and Park Young-hyung laughed.

"Well, let's see my magical powers after being in seclusion for forty years and entering Tongxuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Park Young-hyung raised his hand and stroked the waterfall in the distance. Originally, Lee Jianyao and Lee Shu-jin were puzzled. You were pointing at the waterfall at all times, but as the waterfall changed, the father and daughter almost fell to the ground.

Hurry!

I saw that the white Pilian, who was originally rushing to the point of water, was actually vacuumed for a second under the power of Park Yingxiong's finger, as if he was pulled open to the curtain. He had never seen such a magical craftsmanship.

"The realm of Tongxuan is something that ordinary people can understand!"

"Those who abandon me will not be kept yesterday's day;"

"Those who disturb my heart will be more worried today."

"The long wind sends autumn geese to thousands of miles, and you can enjoy a tall building."

"Penglai article Jian'an bones, Xiao Xie and Qingfa are in the middle."

"Everyone is full of leisure and prosperity and thoughts of flying, and wants to climb up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon."

"The water flows even more when you draw a knife and cut off the water, and the sorrows will be more when you raise a glass to relieve your sorrows."

As a poem by Li Bai was finished reading, an even more jaw-dropping scene happened.

I saw Park Yingxiong's powerful fingers squeezing and then closing, and the waterfall returned to normal water flow. However, in the dense water flow, dozens of big words suddenly appeared in the dense water flow like a big white screen. It was Li Bai's famous work, "Farewell to the proofreader Shuyun at Xie Fenglou, Xuanzhou".

There are not many words, but there are not many words!

"The gods are indeed gods. There is a boxing saint on my peninsula. Even if the world tribes are standing on the other side of Shen Qiye, what's the fear of my Li family?" Li Jianyao and Li Shuzhen and his daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Chapter completed!