"It's not only a waste, but also a stupid one!" Jiang He fanned the folding fan, and Feng Qingyundan: "Don't you know how to block your face?"

From beginning to end, neither of them dodged, one because they couldn't dodge, while the other because they didn't need to dodge at all.

"How could your fist be so fast?" Ren Sze Xiaokai was also a little dizzy at this time. He wiped the blood from his nose on his arms, calmed down and asked.

"Wow, Master is so awesome!" Tang Shuang opened her eyes wide and said in surprise.

Ke Mengyun sat next to Tang Shuang and smiled and said, "Your master is indeed very powerful."

"You say yourself, are you a waste?" Jiang He was still calm.

"I'm not!"

Bang!

Jiang He punched him.

“Very high self-esteem!”

"I'm not a waste!!!"

Jiang He lifted it up and kicked Zou Xiaokai backwards and fell to the ground.

Just as Zou Xiaokai was about to get up, Jiang He kicked him back twice.

Bang!

Another kick, just like that. Every time Zou Xiaokai remembers, Jiang He would kick him to the ground again. In this way, Jiang He kept kicking Zou Xiaokai to the door.

Zou Xiaokai's body was covered with shoe prints.

"You can't even stand up, you can only roll and crawl on the ground like a dog. What do you do to prove that you are not a waste?" Jiang He fanned the folding fan and looked down at Zou Xiaokai who was lying on the ground.

Zou Xiaokai gasped heavily, feeling dissatisfied, but no matter what, he could not beat the person in front of him who was even shorter than him.

"How did you do it..." After holding it in for a long time, Zou Xiaokai said.

"Since the age of five, he has punched three thousand times a day and made a sword six thousand times a day." Jiang He said with a folding fan.

Zou Xiaokai was a little surprised: "You have to do this every day?"

"It can only take three hours to do this. Otherwise, it will affect other things." Jiang He said: "In addition, sleep for one hour, study for two hours every day, and meditate and practice for six hours."

"The time spent every day eating and waiting for things can only be deducted from sleeping."

Zou Xiaokai was a little speechless. Now it seems that his practice is still too tender in front of the person in front of him.

"You have to know that there are people outside of them, and there is heaven beyond them." Jiang He said.

"Your strength is definitely not as strong as mine!" Zou Xiaokai said with his fists tightly.

"Do you think that in a real battle, someone will fight you according to your ideas?" Jiang He said: "You may be very strong, but now you can't even stand up. What's the right to say these words!"

"If I hadn't had to practice, you would have been a dead person. What qualifications would you have to defend yourself?"

"I understand..." Zou Xiaokai completely lost his temper and sighed: "I know, I'm not as good as you."

"But, I want to ask, are you practicing this way now? Thousands of punches and swords every day?"

Jiang He shook his head: "Those are just laying the foundation. When the cultivation level is enough, they must start practicing the sword technique. Relying on the Taoist skills, they can improve. It is useless to practice hard alone."

Zou Xiaokai tried to stand up, but this time, Jiang He did not stop him.

"I can kill a tiger with one punch." Zou Xiaokai was unwilling to accept it and said again: "It's a new spiritual beast tiger."

Jiang He glanced at the claw wound on his chest and said, "That's useless. In my eyes, you are worthless."

"Impossible!" Zou Xiaokai said: "I am not as convinced as you, but I, Zou Xiaokai, cannot be bullied by anyone! My ability is not weak either!"

"Aren't you weak?" Jiang He smiled: "You are very weak."

"You!" Zou Xiaokai said angrily: "You won, of course you are right in everything you say!"

Jiang He fanned the folding fan and looked at Zou Xiaokai: "Don't you believe it?"

"Don't believe it!"

Bang!
Chapter completed!