The richest man in the magic city

But it said that the next day, that is, on Sunday, Fang Xiaoru had breakfast and went to Xi Guogang's home to discuss with him about martial arts.

As soon as he entered the vicinity of Xi Guogang's villa, Fang Xiaoru noticed that many hidden eyes were staring at him closely.

And, at the door of his house, two soldiers with live ammunition stood.

After careful interrogation, Fang Xiaoru walked into the Xi's compound under the leadership of a soldier.

When Fang Xiaoru came to the Xi’s compound, Xi Guogang was playing his Xi’s boxing technique in the yard.

Although it was the same boxing technique, it looked very soft in Xi Qiuwei's hands, as if dancing.When he hit Fang Xiaoru's hands, his moves were swift and violent, and every punch was overwhelming.

But when Xi Guo just hit this set of boxing, there was a kind of fierce air.In every move, he carried an indomitable momentum, like a tiger descending from a mountain.

After a set of punches, Xi Guogang's face couldn't help but sweat a little.

"I am old, I am really old." He took the towel Xi Qiuwei handed over, wiped the sweat from his face, sighed, and said to Fang Xiaoru who came to him: "Thinking that when I was young, I would fight all day long. I don’t feel tired. I can’t do it now."

"Lao Xi is humble." Fang Xiaoru smiled: "You are so old, but you are still so healthy. I look at your boxing power, I am afraid that one or two strong men can't get into your body at all."

"When my grandfather was young, he wandered on the battlefield. The devil who killed didn't dare to get close, and even decapitated the officer of the devil in the gunfire." Xi Qiuwei who stood aside interjected.

Today, Xi Qiuwei does not wear practice clothes, but rather fashionable.

She wore a white V-neck T-shirt on her upper body, revealing two clavicles, a pair of huge murder weapons tightly wrapped in the T-shirt, bulging, propped up a perfect arc, looks very attractive .

And her lower body, wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, set off her straight and slender jade legs at a glance, and an amazing curve is outlined at the buttocks, which makes people reluctant to look away. .

Although she always looks like an iceberg, when it comes to her grandfather, she has a look of admiration.

"So Lao Xi is still a veteran who has been on the battlefield." Fang Xiaoru sighed. He respected those veterans who had fought bloody battles.It was they who took blood and tears to drive away the devil invaders.

"No need to mention the past, let's go inside and talk about it." Xi Guogang waved his hand and walked into the living room.

"Xiao Fang, I think you meditate for a while every morning. Why is this?"

Fang Xiaoru was taken aback, but he didn't expect Xi Guo just to ask this question directly. He was silent for a while, thinking about how to answer.

"Aren't you inconvenient?" Xi Guogang looked at Fang Xiaoru and realized that he seemed to have asked him something he shouldn't ask.

"There's nothing to inconvenience." Fang Xiaoru stared at Xi Guogang's eyes and said, "Does Xi know internal strength?"

"Internal power!" Xi Guogang exclaimed, and asked very excitedly: "Do you have internal power, Xiaofang?"

"Not bad." Fang Xiaoru nodded, and said: "I have internal strength by chance."

"Isn't internal strength fabricated in martial arts novels?" The iceberg goddess Xi Qiu said with disdain, "How can people really cultivate internal strength in reality?"

In her view, Fang Xiaoru is nonsense at all.Although Xi's family is adept at martial arts, she has also learned Xi's boxing since childhood, but she has never heard of anyone who has developed internal strength.

Those qigong masters exposed on the Internet are all deceptive.

"Internal power really exists." Xi Guogang said with a positive expression.

"Oh? Could it be that Lao Xi had seen other people use internal force?" Fang Xiaoru asked curiously.

Xi Guogang's face showed a look of yearning, and said: "According to the documents, I know that Zhang Daochang from Longhu Mountain in Ganjiang Province has a deep internal strength."

Fang Xiaoru nodded silently. It is not surprising that Longhushan has passed on for thousands of years.

After a while, Xi Guogang hesitated and said, "I wonder if Xiaofang can show me the magic of internal power?"

"Of course this is fine." Fang Xiaoru smiled and asked, "Is there any embroidery needles here?"

Xi Qiu glanced at Fang Xiaoru slightly, exited the living room, and found an embroidery needle.

Although Xi Guo had just said, Zhang Daochang of Longhushan possessed internal power, and there was indeed internal power in this world.But Xi Qiuwei still subconsciously believes that high school students like Fang Xiaoru cannot have internal strength.

As if feeling the suspicion in Xi Qiuwei's eyes, Fang Xiaoru took the embroidery needles and said to her: "You look good, don't blink."

He picked up the tea cup on the table in his left hand, held the embroidery needle in his right, and waved his hand.

The next moment, a dazzling light flashed.

Fang Xiaoru's hand had been put back, and then he looked at Xi Qiuwei and Xi Guogang with a smile.

"Nothing happened?" Xi Qiu frowned slightly.

"No!" Xi Guo sat up fiercely from the chair, pointed to the tea cup, and said excitedly: "Look here."

Xi Qiu slightly followed the place pointed by Xi Guogang and saw an invisible trace in the middle of the teacup.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from the yard, and the teacup on the table was split in two from the middle, and the upper part fell completely!,

"This! How is this possible!"

Xi Qiuwei's heart trembled uncontrollably, his face full of unbelievable.

The teacup cannot be broken by the wind. The only explanation is that Fang Xiaoru used an embroidery needle to divide the teacup in two from the middle.

Both Xi Qiuwei and Xi Guogang were deeply shocked by this scene.

In their opinion, Fang Xiaoru just moved his hand, and they couldn't even see the trace of the embroidery needle in the air. The next moment the porcelain teacup split into two from the middle.