"The first generation? What? Where is the old gou?"

"Master Gou is a liar, it doesn't count."

"Then you... know how to do it?"

"Old man, look at what you said, how dare you go to Liangshan if you don't have any more than three?"

Looking at Chu Hao, who was wearing a street stall defective security suit, the old man twitched, "I don't believe you, young man, I just want to see it..."

"No problem old man."

As he said that, Chu Hao stood in front of a sandbag and said to the old man, "Old man, have you seen this sandbag?"

"See, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Hao's body suddenly shook, and he slapped it, and soon, Chu Hao punched the sandbag with one punch.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the old man was so scared that he trembled and hugged his grandson and stood back.

The smoke and dust rolled. After a long time, Chu Hao walked out of the smoke and dust, smiling: "Old man, do you think it's okay?"

"Ro, okay..." The old man with a little trembling lips was stunned, "Bi, that's much better than Lao Gou, he's a liar."

"Grandpa, I want to learn from my master and learn skills well. I will beat them to death!"

"Okay, I'll ask about the tuition fee..."

"etc!"

Chu Hao directly raised his hand to interrupt the old man who was about to speak, and then looked down at the fifth-grade elementary school student with admiration, "Your purpose of learning art is to kill others?"

"right!"

"Then I can't accept you."

"Why?"
Chapter completed!