Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

He bowed slightly forward, and smiled at Tan Jiaping.

"Is there a teacher?"

After hearing this sentence, Tan Jiaping took half a step out with his right leg, raised his left heel slightly, and shook his head with a smile.

"No, I studied with an old man in the mountains for several years when I was a child, and I didn't learn from a teacher."

"Oh, that's how it is......"

The man muttered, and after glancing at Tan Jiaping's gesture, the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

"Get ready, just shoot!"

The moment the last word was uttered, there was a "crack".

A figure wrapped in a strong wind shot out from two meters away towards the position where the man was standing!

Like a cheetah suddenly bursting into the air, without any fancy superfluous movements.

In just a moment, he was deceived.

In the next second, what appeared in front of the man surnamed Mo was an unpretentious straight punch aimed at his side face.

"Ah!"

The man turned sideways and let out a low drink.

He quickly raised his right hand to catch Tan Jiaping's straight punch across his cheek.

However, he was unexpected.

The straight fist that was originally extremely sharp suddenly became extremely soft in an instant.

Like a soft whip that was randomly handed out, it drew a particularly strange arc in the air, and at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, it fell suddenly, turned into a fist, and cut across the man's neck!

"Excuse!"

With another low drink, the expression on the man's face became slightly serious, but his eyes became brighter.

The hand that was originally used to block Tan Jiaping's straight punch also moved towards the neck.

The reaction is nothing short of unpleasant!

In just one move, the man uttered two shouts in succession.

In Zhao Li's eyes, this is enough to represent many things.

At least, he can't do this...

The confrontation between the two is still going on.

Tan Jiaping's hand knife is only a hair away from the neck of the man surnamed Mo.

The man's palm also touched Tan Jiaping's fingertips at the same time.

A fleeting moment, the interlacing of attack and defense.

The accident happened, but it happened again!

The hand knife that should have touched the man's neck artery in milliseconds suddenly flipped upwards, and the horizontal cut instantly turned into a split.

At the same time, the boy's shoulders suddenly sank, and he took two quick steps forward, approaching the man's arms.

The smooth and flowing movements made the man's brows suddenly frown.

He leaned back vigorously, stretched out his right leg, and pointed at the knee of Tan Jiaping's left leg.

"Bang!", "Bang!"

Two particularly dull sounds resounded in the room.

Immediately afterwards, what appeared in front of Lu Ze and Zhao Li was Tan Jiaping and the man surnamed Mo retreating outward at the same time.

The man surnamed Mo took a small step back, with a complicated expression on his face, but fortunately he stabilized his figure in time.

Tan Jiaping, on the other hand, took two or three steps back, and finally his left leg softened, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.

At this moment, the air was completely quiet.

The man surnamed Mo regained his composure, stood where he was, stared at Tan Jiaping for a few seconds, smiled and shook his head.

"interesting......"

As for Tan Jiaping, after calming down for a while, he slowly stood up from the ground.

He glanced in the direction of the man with a complicated look.

The voice was slightly dry.

"I lost......"

After hearing this sentence, the man waved his hand indifferently.

"Don't be discouraged. If I were your age, I might not be able to win against your kung fu."

While talking, he looked at Lu Ze and sat down on the sofa.

"Are you done?"

Lu Ze asked with a smile.

"It's over!"

"Brother Mo thinks, what's their level like?"

After Lu Ze asked the question, the man surnamed Mo grinned and scanned the two of them again.

After clearing his throat, he spoke in a deep voice.

"I'm a bit straightforward, and there are no outsiders here. Since your teacher Lu asked me to show you the way, I will say everything that should be said and should not be said."

Tan Jiaping and Zhao Li nodded at the same time, looking solemnly at the man sitting on the sofa.

"Let's talk about you first," the man glanced at Zhao Li.

"Xiao Zhao, right?"

Zhao Li nodded.

"I should have fought a lot since I was a child, and I also like to study, but to be honest, the skills accumulated through street fights can only protect myself, and I can't eat this bowl of food..."

"If you really like it, I'll introduce you to someone who is in Rongcheng. I usually go to his boxing gym and wander around. I should be able to learn something."

Hearing what the man surnamed Mo said, although Zhao Li looked a little disappointed, he still nodded calmly.

He knows how much he has.

This result was also expected.

"And about you", the man turned his head to Tan Jiaping.

"Xiao Tan, right... I have something in my hand, it can be seen that it was taken by a master, although the learning is a bit complicated..."

"Baji, Tongbei, Split Hang..."

"This bowl of rice, if you train it well for two years, you are indeed qualified to serve it..."

"But before that," the man said while looking at Tan Jiaping seriously.

What he said was much more serious than before.

"I have to ask you a question!"

Chapter 193 I don't want anything, I just want them... to pay blood

"Before serving this bowl of rice, I have to ask you a question!"

The unsmiling man glanced at Tan Jiaping and spoke slowly.

Tan Jiaping nodded solemnly.

Watching the man take out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table and light it, he squinted his eyes and sat on the sofa with his body facing back for a while.

When the cigarette was almost exhausted, he took out two photos from his pocket and threw them over.

Looking at the photos that slid over from the coffee table, Tan Jiaping frowned, but subconsciously raised his hand to hold it down.

After picking it up and looking at it twice, he looked at the man opposite him with a complicated expression.

The man smiled slightly, and while pressing out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, he raised his hand and pressed it down in the direction of Tan Jiaping.

"Look again, and tell me what you see?"

Tan Jiaping nodded with deep eyes, and continued to cast his gaze on the photo, without saying a word during the whole process.

The quiet atmosphere was finally broken by Tan Jiaping himself.

After putting the photo on the table, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose. The usually taciturn boy spoke in a deep voice.

"Battles, encounters in the jungle... There are cold weapon masters with daggers, and there are also very powerful fighter masters. The sword is deadly, and the trick is deadly...."

"anything else?"

After hearing the question from the man surnamed Mo, Tan Jiaping leaned forward and let out a breath.

"I'm actually a little confused... In this case, why... didn't you shoot?"

"Why didn't you shoot?"

The man smiled and repeated Tan Jiaping's question.

He raised his finger and tapped it on the table, and turned his gaze to the photo on the table. After a long time, there was some sadness in his expression.

"If you can shoot? How can you not shoot?"

"If there is an opportunity to shoot, how can you not shoot?"

"So...you know now why you didn't shoot?"

After his eyes fell on Tan Jiaping again, the man surnamed Mo sighed softly.

"because......."

"I ran out of bullets..."

The air in the room fell into awe at this moment.

The boy sitting in front of the photo wanted to speak.

But I couldn't say a word.

"Before I met you, I heard that your teacher Lu introduced your experience to me. There is no other meaning in showing you these two photos."

"Just wanted to ask you something..."

The man slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Two ways!"

"One way, take martial arts, fight in competitions! If you have the ability to climb high and go far, you can use your own fists to make a name for yourself in the future. No matter how bad you are, you can open a boxing gym to make a living."

"The second article..."

After lowering his head and looking into Tan Jiaping's eyes for a while, his voice became slightly heavier.

"It's just like what you see. When the bullets are finished, use the knife, when the knife is sharpened, use the fist, and when the fight is over, use the teeth..."

"I can't see the light, I can't turn my head, I can't go to shore..."

"Forever...Darkness...forever!"

The sudden increase in tone made Zhao Li straighten up suddenly.

Tan Jiaping, on the other hand, still stared at the few photos spread out on the table calmly.

There was no excitement, no shock, and no response from the man.

"so......"

The man's tone slowly softened and sat back on the sofa.

"Young man, it's good to have dreams, and it's good to have backbone, but I'll show you the tragic reality."

"There are some roads that you may have seen, but you haven't really walked... So, I don't know how dangerous it is!"

"I will be blindly confident, arrogant, and even conceited!"