God-level funeral system

It was as if an elephant had bumped into him. The old man wanted to pull his hand back, but his palm seemed to be sucked.

The huge power was transmitted to the limbs and bones, and even the bones were slowly broken.

Just when the old man thought that he could not keep his hands, Zhang Chuan let go of his hands, and the other party retreated several steps before stopping.

He lowered his head and looked at his palm, which was already dented. The palm of his hand, with no visible skin trauma, had turned into a ball, hanging down on his arm.

But fortunately, it did not damage the root. It may seem serious, but after a year or two of cultivation, it can still be restored to its original state.

"Why is your strength so great!"

A look of horror burst out in his eyes, the old man couldn't believe that this young-looking boy actually had such strange power.

"intrinsic."

"intrinsic?"

Born with strange powers, in layman's terms, it means that this child is so terrifying that he should not be left behind.

But the old man rolled his eyes and looked at him, with a smile like a chrysanthemum on his old face.

"Ahem, young man, don't stand still, come in and have a cup of tea."

He wanted to reach out to pull Zhang Chuan, but his hand was seriously injured, so he could only wave his hand to signal him to come over.

The old man who has become so gentle in a blink of an eye always makes Zhang Chuan feel that something is wrong, this old boy will not have any backup waiting for him.

Houjin, who was lying on the ground, also woke up slowly, but when he saw the old man's deformed palm, his face became furious.

"Asshole, how dare you hurt my master, I'm going to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by the old man and fell a big somersault.

"What do you say you want?"

After finally regaining his senses, Hou Jin looked at the old man staring at him with a cold face, and he was stunned again.

"Master, I'm looking for a place for you, why do you still have other people's ambitions?"

I feel a little aggrieved, why is my master still facing someone else?

"Hmph, you boy, you can't even beat others, so don't lose face anymore. My old face can't afford to lose this person."

After glaring at Houjin, he looked at Zhang Chuan again, and his expression turned back to a smile in an instant.

"As expected of a young talent, he will be extraordinary in the future, unlike my ineffective apprentice."

After saying that, he glared at Houjin again.

"Drinking tea is fine, but can we sign it first?"

He came here to drink tea, and he still had business to do.

"Well, after drinking tea, we are all on our own, so don't be anxious."

The old man walked forward, turning his head from time to time, motioning for Zhang Chuan to follow.

Hou Jin, who got up, looked back and forth between the old man and Zhang Chuan, not knowing what happened after he fell into a coma, and why the world seemed to have changed after waking up.

In desperation, Zhang Chuan could only follow, passed through several doors, and stood in the courtyard.

The old man in the middle pulled the chair away with his feet and nodded towards him, "Please sit down, little friend."

And Hou Jin, who followed slowly, was reprimanded, "Don't pour tea for the guests yet!"

First poured the cold tea into the soil of the ornamental plants, and then made tea for the old man. When it was Zhang Chuan's turn, Houjin wanted to pour the tea on him deliberately, but was stared at by his master. After one glance, I can only give up.

"Please use!"

Putting the tea cup forcefully in front of Zhang Chuan, Hou Jin snorted coldly, appearing very dissatisfied.

"You don't need to pay attention to him, he just has a child's temper." The old man bit the teacup, threw the tea in it towards the controller, drank the tea that fell down, and then caught the teacup again, "I don't know what today, my friend How old are you?"

"eighteen."

He picked up the tea cup and took a sip slowly. A fragrance reverberated in his mouth, turning from bitter to sweet, with an endless aftertaste. It was completely incomparable with the inferior tea in his own store.

"Eighteen, that's really great!" The old man seemed to be about to jump up, as if he had realized his gaffe.He sat down again, "I wonder if my little friend is engaged, or has someone he likes?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chuan almost spit out, and finally drank the tea, but unexpectedly choked his throat, and after coughing a few times, he felt a little better.

"Host, isn't this old man interested in you?"

Only when there is something to watch like this, the system will cheer up, holding a watermelon and gnawing on it.

Even Zhang Chuan frowned slightly, "Sign the form first, and we'll talk about it later." He once again placed the withdrawal form in front of him.

"It's easy to talk." The old man winked at Hou Jin, "Go and get my pen, remember, I need to find the last pen."

"No need, the pen is ready." Taking out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, Zhang Chuan handed it over, but seeing that the old man couldn't use his hands, he handed it to Hou Jin again, "You sign it."

Hou Jin, who took the pen and paper, looked at the old man, his eyes collided in the air, and after receiving the vague reminder, he put the pen on the paper, and then heard a "click", and the pen broke.

Seeing that his things were damaged in this way, Zhang Chuan's eyes became a little dangerous, and he looked over with great pressure.

"Little friend, I'm sorry, I will definitely pay for this!" The old man's face was full of apology, and then he looked at Houjin, "By the way, I also bring my treasured pen as an apology for my little friend. .”

"Don't play any tricks, otherwise you won't want to know the consequences." Zhang Chuan looked at him coldly and said, already a little impatient.

"No, old man, I admit it." The old man with a smile on his face looked at Zhang Chuan again, "I saw that my little friend is born with supernatural powers. I don't know where he learned from?"

In his opinion, such talented people must have already been accepted as disciples, and it was just a polite way to say that.

"There is no mastery." Zhang Chuan drank another cup of tea.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The old man hurriedly congratulated and said, but he realized it after he finished speaking, as if he heard it wrong, "No teacher?"

Did such a good thing happen to me today?It’s a double happiness!

The expression on his face kept twitching, and he tried his best to suppress the ecstatic look, but it became even weirder.

"I don't know if my little friend would like to join my Tongbei martial arts gym. The treatment is excellent!"

The old face stretched out, and the bright eyes made Zhang Chuan back away in disgust.

"I already have a martial arts gym."

But the old man shook his head, "It's okay, I don't mind."

It's okay?Some martial arts clubs are extremely face-saving, like finding two jobs in martial arts gyms, this is intolerable to others, how to put it here with this old man seems to be a matter of course.

Although Zhang Chuan was a little moved by the other party's proposal, wouldn't he get two copies of the money?But after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. First, it was too far away from his shop, and second, he didn't have so much energy to run back and forth.