But Yang Gui doesn't stand or sit down, and he likes to lie crookedly at all times. This is not as good as Zhang Sanfeng, who always sits upright and meditates.

Zhang Sanfeng was holding a roasted chicken in his hand and tearing off the drumsticks, but just such an action made him act like he was sitting upright and meditating. He was concentrating on the drumsticks and pretended not to hear.

Nonsense, you think I don’t want to? But the question is, apart from Miss Guo, who does Mr. Dao like nowadays?

"Hey, it seems like the time has come recently."

Yang Gui suddenly seemed to be hit by something, turned over and sat up, "Old Zhang, are you going to my father's 60th birthday?"

"Senior Yang, it's really been a long time since I last saw you."

Zhang Sanfeng slowly tore the drumsticks apart and couldn't help but sigh: "Back in Huashan, I was fortunate to have the help of senior Yang who taught me three moves, so that I could catch the villain and not lose my reputation as a master."

"Hey, don't just talk nonsense, give me a bite of the roast chicken." Yang Gui was impatient and would go as often as he wanted. There was so much nonsense.

Zhang Sanfeng shoveled a chicken leg into Yang Gui's mouth, stuffing it all over Yang Gui's mouth, and almost dislocating his jaw. "Since I have the honor to pay homage to Senior Yang on his birthday, it is my honor. What birthday gifts should I bring?"
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"Birthday gift, my father has the most say in this matter."

Yang Gui finally swallowed the chicken legs in his mouth. He was angry at Zhang Sanfeng's behavior and deliberately provoked him: "If you do this, you first blow up the Tatar granary, then kill five hundred Tatars, cut off their ears and bring them over, and then kill the dragon."

The knife was snatched from the Tatar's hand and presented to my father, so that's it. It would be better to set off some fireworks and sing a show or something."

"Oh shit!"

When Zhang Sanfeng heard Yang Gui asking him to repeat Yang Guo's tricks for Guo Xiang's birthday, he stood up with anger and shouted "Cang Lang Lang", stretched out his Zhenwu sword and pointed it at Yang Gui, "You want to test whether my sword is sharp?"

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"Hmph, my sword is not bad at all!"

Yang Gui also handed over Dugu Qiufei's four-foot green front.

Zhang Sanfeng's swordsmanship, before he created the Tai Chi sword when he was more than 100 years old, was definitely not as good as that of Yang Gui, who had practiced Dugu Nine Swords. What's more, Dugu Qiufei's sword is also a trick, one foot longer than other people's swords.

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So when the Zhenwu sword was still an inch away from Yang Gui, Yang Gui's sword was already pressed against Zhang Sanfeng's throat.

"Okay, old turtle, you want to play like this, right? Real sword power, open!"

Zhang Sanfeng turned on the special effects, stepped on turtles and snakes, had disheveled hair, and cosplayed as Emperor Zhenwu.

"You still dare to call me old turtle? You can't see such a big turtle under your feet, can you? If I were a turtle, then you would be an old bastard!" Yang Gui was obviously dissatisfied. You call me such a big turtle?

"Old turtle!"

"Old bastard!"

The two of them were fighting and arguing, and it took a long time before they calmed down.

Yang Gui said: "If you ask me, don't prepare any birthday gifts. Just cut a dozen pounds of meat and go up the mountain before it comes. My father has already said that he is sixty..."

As Yang Gui spoke, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen something extremely bad, and became ugly and terrifying.

"Old Yang, Old Yang, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Sanfeng was frightened when he saw Yang Gui's face. When he failed to assassinate Kublai Khan, was seriously injured and was about to die, his face had never been this bad.
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But Yang Gui didn't respond to him and suddenly jumped off the cliff.

"Hey, Lao Yang!"

Zhang Sanfeng watched as Yang Gui jumped off the cliff using the same physical skills he had used to chase him to escape, and rushed forward with all his strength. The speed of running was far faster than anything he had ever seen.

"Lao Yang, Lao Yang!" Zhang Sanfeng could only risk the danger and use a ladder to jump off the cliff to chase him down. But when Zhang Sanfeng jumped off the cliff, he found that Yang Gui's figure was only a small black dot. He could only fight

He tried his best to continue chasing, and asked questions:
Chapter completed!