Almighty in the city

"Hey--" Liang Dawei snorted disapprovingly, rolled his eyes and said, "I said Brother Yong, have you said this hundreds of times? You didn't get tired of it, but I'm tired of listening!"

A Yong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm telling the truth."

"Okay-I just said casually, and I don't really want to worship Brother Bai as a teacher." Liang Dawei said, but his tone changed suddenly, "but meeting is predestined, Brother Bai, if you have any simple and quick success "Sanshou", you might as well teach me one or two hands."

Lin Xin'er was amused by his "cheap" and "cheap" sound.

Bai Yifan also couldn't help being amused.

A Yong shook his head helplessly and glanced at him, but didn't know what to say about him——

No way, since he was little, he himself has been "cheap" by this kind of "bad voice" no less than a hundred times. On average, he has to be "cheap" at least once a week.

"By the way, Brother Bai, you haven't said yet, you and Brother Yong, did you two know each other before?" It can be seen that Liang Dawei's "playing low" just now is a routine with Zeng Xiaoxian, both of them are habitual. The action didn't really require Bai Yifan to teach him one or two "Sanshou". No, he didn't wait for Bai Yifan to say "Is it OK". He turned the topic back to the previous question.

Bai Yifan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."

A Yong also shrugged and said, "See you for the first time."

"Really?" Liang Dawei looked at the two people suspiciously. "This is the first time you have seen each other. Didn't you know each other before, and did not meet?"

Bai Yifan and A Yong both smiled and nodded.

"That's weird--" Liang Dawei immediately raised his hand and scratched his head, looking at Bai Yifan, this time he was really humbly asking for advice, "Brother Bai, tell me, there are so many provinces and cities in China, why are you wrong? Just guess Brother Yong is from Hunan?"

Bai Yifan smiled: "Then you have to tell me first, I guessed it was right or wrong."

"That's right—" Liang Dawei said, "Brother Yong is really from Hunan, but as bodyguards, in addition to the skill level, Mandarin must also be passed. Since joining the "Fire Aegis", Brother Yong has spoken but I can't hear the accent of Hunan at all, and for his height and physique, the first reaction of normal people should be to go to the provinces and cities in the northeast to guess. How did you get it right?"

"The answer to this question is actually very simple." Bai Yifan smiled.

Liang Dawei became more suspicious: "The answer is simple?"

He repeated A Yong up and down a lot for a while, then raised his hand and scratched his head: "Why can't I see it at all?"

Bai Yifan smiled "hehe" and said faintly: "You can't tell, because you and we are not the same people. I can see it because I can see at a glance what kind of kung fu Brother Yong is practicing. Kungfu is a very small existence in Chinese boxing. It originated in a county named Cili in Hunan. So my first reaction was to guess that he was from Hunan."

"Brother Yong's kungfu?" It's okay for Bai Yifan not to explain. With this explanation, Liang Dawei has a feeling that "Monk Zhang Er can't figure out his head". Add a little Muay Thai, grappling hands and the like—"

Bai Yifan looked at him with a smile, shook his head and said, "So, you are not a'comrade in the same way'."

A Yong also shook his head and chuckled, but when he looked at Bai Yifan's look through the rearview mirror, there was a flash of shock and fear in his eyes.

He came with Xiong Kuohai, and he didn't have a chance to do it after he came.

He hadn't even made a single move. It stands to reason that he shouldn't have been seen the origin of his "true ability", but Bai Yifan gave him a glance.

This couldn't help but make him feel a little bit of awe with Bai Yifan's eyesight.

Liang Dawei was getting up more and more in the clouds. He looked at Bai Yifan and A Yong who was driving intently. He finally couldn't restrain himself. He complained: "I said, Brother Yong, Brother Bai, we can do well. Are you chatting? You two will play a dumb riddle this time-what kind of "comrades", why am I not your "comrades"? Brother Yong is a bodyguard, so am I-eh? Brother Bai, you Also a bodyguard? Which security company's?"

"He's not." A Yong said helplessly, "There is no bodyguard company qualified to hire a'great god' like him."

"Then what do you mean by'comrades in the same way'?" Liang Dawei was completely stunned.

Bai Yifan shrugged and glanced at A Yong, "Is it convenient for him to popularize science?"

"Whatever." A Yong smiled, "I guess he will know in the future anyway."

Bai Yifan nodded, then looked at Liang Dawei and asked, "Have you heard of the'National Art'?"

"National martial arts?" Liang Dawei was taken aback for a moment, "I have seen this word in novels. Why, is there a'national martial arts' in reality?"

"Of course there is." Bai Yifan said with a smile, "I, and Brother Yong, are warriors who practice'national arts', so we are'comrades in the same way', and you are not."

Liang Dawei was taken aback, and then he remembered something: "That Fang Tinghao is also your'comrade in the same way'? What kind of'yuan martial arts' he practiced is also a'national skill'?! I wiped it! No wonder this guy is so awkward, Even Fang Tou and Liu Sha were almost given a second by him!"

"That Fang Tinghao--" However, to his surprise, Bai Yifan shook his head, "He is not a'comrade in the same way', and'Yuanwu Dao' is not a'national skill', it should be regarded as being between There is a rather embarrassing existence between'national skill' and'strike skill'.

"What?!" Liang Dawei suddenly gasped at hearing, and was shocked. "Can you pick Fangtou and Liu Sha down two by one, isn't this really a'national skill'?!"

He exclaimed, but suddenly shut his mouth, because he had already remembered that Bai Yifan's "supernatural skill" shot in the lobby of the Blue Sky Building before.

Then, his gaze fell subconsciously to A Yong: "Brother Yong, so to speak, you have never used your real kung fu?" ,,.