Start Biyou Village: Start with one person and add some horizontal training

It is the Jinmen high-speed railway station.

Since the destination is the same and it doesn't matter which car they take, Han Jue decisively decides to change cars temporarily.

Follow Jia Zhengyu and look for opportunities.

After a few minutes.

The train arrives at the station.

Han Jue boarded the car closely following Jia Zhengyu's footsteps, and stepped into the car where Jia Zhengyu was riding.

Coincidentally, the seat next to Jia Zhengyu was empty.

Han Jue sat beside him without saying a word.

When the train restarted, he turned his head and stared at Jia Zhengyu intently.

Jia Zhengyu just glanced at him casually when he just sat down.

Then he turned his gaze to the window.

Until he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him from the reflection of the window glass.

Jia Zhengyu turned around and looked at Han Jue.

The two exchanged glances.

Jia Zhengyu: "..."

Han Jue: "..."

Jia Zhengyu frowned in disgust, and said displeasedly, "Who the hell are you looking at?"

He always felt that the sturdy kid beside him looked at him like an elephant looking at an ant.

It's so annoying.

Han Jue: "..."

Good guy, he's an old society person from the moment he speaks.

There is no politeness at all, which makes people very uncomfortable.

He also got angry, "I'll fucking watch you!"

Unexpectedly, he dared to fight back. Jia Zhengyu glared and said angrily, "What the hell are you looking at me for? Don't you want to smoke?"

Han is not to be outdone, "I can't fucking see you looking handsome, can't you?!"

"You fucking..." Jia Zhengyu was taken aback when he heard the words, and almost flicked his tongue, "Look...you are so accurate!"

Han Jue: "..."

A moment of silence.

Jia Zhengyu took the initiative to ask, "Boy, what's your name?"

Han Jue looked serious.

"My name is Jia Zhengjing. What do you call my brother?"

"Prudish?" Jia Zhengyu subconsciously muttered these three words.

The more I read it, the more I feel something is wrong.

Does the other party know who he is?

"Boy, what trick are you playing?"

Han Jue's response made Jia Zhengyu's seven orifices smoke.

"Brother, I'm fucking teasing you, why were you blushing like a monkey's ass just now?"

A nameless fire rushed from his heel to his forehead, and Jia Zhengyu's face was flushed red and furious.

"You fucking court death..."

"Two, please keep quiet. Is there any problem that we can help?"

The purser walked up to Han Jue and Jia Zhengyu and reminded them with a standard professional smile.

"Sorry." Han Jue apologized.

He knew that Jia Zhengyu was impulsive, so he deliberately provoked him.

Jia Zhengyu stared at him coldly, his face sinking like water, "Okay boy, you managed to attract my attention. Wait for the next stop, you'd better be a coward in the car and don't get out of the car, otherwise... ...It looks good with you!"

The next stop is Jinmen.

Han Jue shrugged, looking indifferent.

It made Jia Zhengyu's teeth itch with hatred.

If it weren't for the clear regulations everywhere that aliens are not allowed to conflict with ordinary humans, and it is even more forbidden for aliens to show their abilities in public, he would have taken action to deal with Han Jue severely.

Jia Zhengyu decided that as long as Han Jue dared to get out of the car at the next stop, he would let Han Jue understand that life is better than death.

Chapter 5 What is three years without diarrhea

In an atmosphere of tension between the two, the high-speed train arrived at the terminal - Jinmen South Station!

Jia Zhengyu stood up with a gloomy face, and temporarily looked down at Han Jue from a high position.

Seeing the other party's composure, Jia Zhengyu suddenly became angry.

It had been a long time since he had suffered from this feeling of being ignored.

As a foreigner, the foot-licking son of Jiajia Village in the west, he has his own pride.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone supported him and supported him, and no one dared to offend him.

It is because he has mastered the two masters of the school: Imperial Object Art and Running Palm.

Even Feng Zhenghao, the president of Tianxiahui, who is one of the top ten, has to go all the way to invite him to join Tianxiahui.

Now, he unexpectedly met a boy who dared to challenge him again and again relying on his own strength and strength.

Jia Zhengyu felt her dignity was humiliated.

He was full of anger in his heart, and he urgently needed to vent it.

"Boy, I'll wait for you outside, come out if you have the guts."

He put down a word coldly and walked out.

There was an obvious threat in the words.

Han Jue rubbed his nose, got up and followed closely behind his buttocks.

Jia Zhengyu has an arrogant personality and a hot temper.

Provoking him is just one of Han Jue's methods to sneak into Tianxiahui.

Defeat him, and then use special means to coerce him to take himself into the Tianxiahui.

This is the best way Han Jue, the big muscular guy with "simple mind and well-developed limbs", can think of at the moment.

Of course, he can also choose to meet Feng Zhenghao or Feng Shayan directly, and use his own ability to convince the other party.

The chance of success in doing so is only about 50.00%.

Once it fails, it will cause the other party to be vigilant, and it will be even more difficult to get close to the people in Tianxiahui.

Therefore, Han Jue was willing to try every method he could think of.

Let's start with Jia Zhengyu.

The high-speed rail station is obviously not a suitable place for hands-on work.

As Jia Zhengyu walked out, he turned his head to stare at Han Jue's movements.

During the period, the phone rang several times, but he hung up impatiently.

After Han Jue made up his ticket, he followed Jia Zhengyu out of the high-speed rail station.

Behind the online car-hailing passenger square next to the road, there is an open space.

Jia Zhengyu originally thought that if he left the high-speed rail station, the other party would definitely run away.

Unexpectedly, Han Jue always followed him inseparably.

This made him feel suspicious.

"Hmph, no matter who he is, he is absolutely impossible to be my opponent at this age. I have Dragon Pecking Awl and Torrenting Palm, what are you afraid of him doing? Let him kneel on the ground and cry to his father and mother to confess his mistake to me later!"

The brief hesitation was dispelled by Jia Zhengyu's strong self-confidence.

He walked up to Han Jue and reached out to grab him.

Han Jue frowned, turned around and ran towards the open field.

He had already noticed that Jia Zhengyu's gaze was sweeping over that place.

Coincidentally, he also thought the place was good.

"I want to run now, it's too late!"

Jia Zhengyu seized the air, looked at the direction Han Jue was escaping from, sneered and ran after him.

2 minute later.

Han Jue stopped in the middle of the open space, turned around and blessed himself with the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt.

The skin hidden under the clothes immediately turned pale yellow, as if covered with a yellow shirt.

Jia Zhengyu's dragon pecking cone is not terrible.

Han Jue's real taboo is the Running Palm.

It is said that the innate qi is wrapped in the palm of the hand, and when it hits the enemy, the qi penetrates into the enemy's body like a stream of water.

Then achieve the effect of corroding the internal organs and destroying the enemy from the inside of the body.

The water flow is soft and flexible, and it is very difficult to defend against.

Before fighting, Han would never dare to be careless.

Jia Zhengyu seemed to be aware that some changes were quietly taking place in Han Jue's body, and his face was uncertain, "Are you a stranger?"

Since fighting is the ultimate goal, Han Jue is an old villain when he speaks, "I am your father!"

"Fuck!" Jia Zhengyu jumped into a rage, and threw two dragon pecking cones at Han Jue, "You're fucking courting death!"

"Whoosh..."

The dragon pecking cone made a sound of piercing through the air, and appeared in front of Han Jue like lightning.

"Pfft!"

Right on the chest of China and Korea!

Han Jue's body trembled, and he held the dragon pecking cone tightly with both hands, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The familiar sound of the dragon pecking cone piercing the enemy's body sounded like an ethereal fairy sound to Jia Zhengyu, and it was indescribably pleasant.

Jia Zhengyu spat hard on the ground.

"Bah, I fucking thought you were some kind of character, but you turned out to be a vulnerable weakling..."

"How about it, is the taste of dragon pecking cones good? Oh, maybe you have never heard of dragon pecking cones."

"Then, try my uncle's running palm..."

Jia Zhengyu snarled, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Running Palms are a great way to abuse your enemies.

A mass of transparent body enveloped his right hand.

Jia Zhengyu walked slowly towards Han Jue.

He thoroughly enjoyed the process.

Create huge pressure on the opponent, watch the opponent despair, collapse, cry bitterly, and regret it.

Han Jue held the dragon pecking cone in disbelief.