Almighty in the city

"Anjin? Internal force?" Guan Xiaodi suddenly widened her originally charming clear eyes, "In this world, there really is this kind of er, I mean, does this world really have this kind of'fantasy' power? "

Bai Yifan didn't answer her question, but smiled and took a small step forward.

Guan Xiaodi looked at him with some unknown, waiting for him to explain.

However, Bai Yifan has not said anything again.

"Can't you answer this question?" Guan Xiaodi waited for a long time without seeing a response, and could not help asking.

Bai Yifan smiled, did not speak, just raised his hand and pointed at the road in front of him casually.

A trace of suspicion suddenly appeared on Guan Xiaodi's face, and he looked down at the direction of his fingers.

Then, she saw a scene that made her feel incredible--

On the smooth road, about half a step away from Bai Yifan, I don't know when a clear footprint appeared.

This footprint is a full half an inch deep. It looks like after the pour of the road is completed, before the cement on the road has completely dried and solidified, someone lifted their foot and stepped on it, which left one Such clear and distinct footprints come.

However, Guan Xiaodi knew that this footprint was definitely not made by someone stepping on the pavement after it was poured and before the cement was dry.

This footprint was just the one that Bai Yifan stepped on when she was waiting for Bai Yifan to explain the "mysterious" power of "Dark Jin".

The size of the footprint is exactly the same as the size of the sneakers with the Adidas mesh upper worn on his feet. Even if you look carefully, you can still see the clover mark on the sole of the sneakers at the bottom of the footprint.

There is no explanation, it can be more convincing than the facts before us.

In just the blink of an eye, Guan Xiaodi believed all the answers she had just heard about "national arts" and "martial arts"——

"Dark power", this kind of "fantasy power" similar to the "internal power" and "internal power" that martial arts masters in martial arts novels and martial arts films must possess, turns out to really exist in real life.

It's no wonder that Fang Shuan and Liu Sha's full blows couldn't hurt Fang Tinghao much, but they were seriously injured by Fang Tinghao's random shots!

"I want to learn'national arts'!" At this moment, Guan Xiaodi almost didn't even think about it, so he looked up at Bai Yifan, "I want to worship you as a teacher and learn'national arts' from you, okay?"

"What did you learn to do? Fight?" Bai Yifan smiled, did not nod or shook his head.

"I want to be the strongest guard in the "Fire Aegis"! I want to be the second "Sky Guard" of the "Fire Aegis", beyond Brother Yong, and even my father!" Guan Xiaodi said these two When speaking, bright light flashed in the clear eyes.

"Not every warrior who practices'national martial arts' can develop'dark energy'." Bai Yifan smiled and shook his head. "Most of the warriors, who have spent their entire lives, can only be stuck in this watershed. Outside. And—"

He shrugged: "To be honest, in modern society, the use of Chinese martial arts has become less and less. If you practice, you have to be fettered by the dogma and legislation of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. It may not be as free as you practice Sanda and fight."

"I want to challenge myself and surpass myself." Guan Xiaodi said firmly, "In the past, I didn't know it, but now, since I know there is a'national martial arts' in this world, then I must practice, no matter No matter how hard and tired, I can persevere."

"Really want to learn?" Bai Yifan looked at her and said.

Guan Xiaodi nodded seriously: "I am really willing to learn, as long as you are willing to accept me as a disciple!"

"What do you accept as a disciple?" As soon as her voice fell, the rear window of the Hummer came down, and Lin Xin'er's curious voice came from the cabin, "Oba, what are you talking about with Xiaodi?"

As soon as Bai Yifan was about to speak, Guan Xiaodi rushed to speak in front of him: "I want to worship your boyfriend as a teacher and learn'national martial arts' from him, Xin'er, can you help me speak nice things to your boyfriend, please? plead?"

With that, she clasped her hands together and made an expression and gesture of "getting rid of it".

"Ah, this matter--" Lin Xin'er suddenly looked at Bai Yifan.

Bai Yifan laughed blankly and said: "Practicing the'national martial arts' is a long process, especially at the beginning, it will take up a lot of time, and there will definitely be no time for you to take over the task and become a bodyguard. ?"

"I can ask for leave, take a long vacation." Guan Xiaodi heard this, and felt that there seemed to be a meaning of letting go, and said quickly.

Lin Xin'er glanced at her, her eyes rolled and said, "I can continue to hire Xiao Di as my bodyguard. Anyway, if there is Ouba, there will be no accidents, so that she will not be able to follow you to learn the'national arts.' 'Again."

"Even if it is the lowest-grade'Yuanwu Dao', it will take more than a year for people with the best talents from the beginning to the entry level--" Bai Yifan shook his head and smiled, "Don't look at that Fang Tinghao's age. 'An Jin', he is on the'Yuanwu Dao' and has been practicing for more than ten years."

"It doesn't matter, I can survive." Guan Xiaodi said.

Lin Xiner also booed aside: "Oba, if you see Xiaodi being so sincere, you can teach her to chant. Just now in the Blue Sky Building, if it weren't for her, Ma Li and Liang Dawei, who had been protecting me and sister Xiuying, We didn't know what it was like for a long time, maybe it's possible to be beaten to death by those'mad people'."

Bai Yifan felt helpless and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, I'm really afraid of you-when I return to the magic capital, I will let Qianxia guide you."

"Qian Xia?" Lin Xin'er suddenly raised her ears vigilantly, "Who is Qian Xia?"

Bai Yifan glanced at her: "The kendo master of the neon'Ming Xinliu', it is definitely more than enough to guide Guan Xiaodi——"

While talking, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and when he opened the screen, he was surprised: "Huh? Teacher Zeng's WeChat, when did it happen?"