Chapter: 1762
Unexpectedly, the master still didn't do anything.
"Brother, what is he thinking?"
Brother Gou didn't understand, "Is one page of boxing manual not enough?"
Shading and brushing and serving Erran picking up the mask? "He's not sure."
Jiang Ning said, "Even if it's life and death with me, he won't do anything, unless he kills me with one blow!"
"Why?"
Brother Gou was even more confused.
If you want to kill Jiang Ning with one blow, there is probably no such person in this world.
"Because of him, I can't afford to lose."
Jiang Ning was not sure before, but now, Jiang Ning can be 100% sure that the purpose of the master is not only to obtain the Jidao boxing score, but also to obtain the secrets in the Jidao boxing score.
He may not necessarily be determined to win the boxing techniques on the Ji Dao boxing manual, but he is determined to win the map that may exist on the boxing manual!
Therefore, even if I got the boxing manual and mastered the second style of boxing in a short period of time, the Lord still forbears not to do it.
It's really tolerable.
"walk home."
Jiang Ning picked up the fruit bag, turned around and left.
What I have to do now is to get more boxing records than the master, and force him to come to me.
Such a person, who can hide for more than ten years for the sake of boxing scores, is definitely not easy.
It also shows that once the secret behind the Ji Dao boxing score is revealed, it will definitely cause a huge earthquake.
"It seems that we still have to go to the north."
Jiang Ning thought to himself.
In the Jianghu circle, Tan Xing didn't know much about this area, and the two old men of the Jiang family would probably know something about it.
If you can find your master through them, maybe you can know more.
Not long after Jiang Ning left, that figure appeared again.
The Lord walked up to those subordinates.
"My lord... the boxing score on his body..."
"You guys are useless."
With a wave of the Lord's hand, a stream of smoke fell, and several people screamed miserably. Before they could say a few words, they swallowed their breath, and their entire faces were corroded...
Looking at these corpses, the eyes under the mask were calm.
It seemed that he didn't care about the death of a few of his subordinates.
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