Haicheng, airport exit.

As soon as Zhang Yi walked out of the airport, he felt the fluctuations of the breath hidden in the dark.

Although it was very weak, he still couldn't escape his perception.

They were spotted by someone when they first arrived. It was really a bad premonition.

Qian Wu came over with a smile and laughed, "Brother Yi, when will we go out to sea?"

Zhang Yi took back his mood and glanced at him with a slanted eyes: "Are you in a hurry to go out to sea?"

Qian Wu looked a little embarrassed and explained: "To be honest, I have never been to the beach since I was a child."

"Don't worry, we need to find someone before that."

Zhang Yi smiled.

"Who are you looking for?"

Qian Wu was a little depressed.

"let's go."

Zhang Yi did not rush to explain, and came to the side of the road to stop a taxi.

Seeing Brother Yi keeping him indifferent, Qian Wu became more and more curious.

In fact, Qian Wu was already a little eager to try. He wanted to step onto the legendary Penglai Fairy Island and see if it was the legendary fairyland.

Cramp! A taxi parked steadily in front of you.

Zhang Yi took Qian Wu into the car and said to the driver: "Master, go to Qibao Street."

"Okay."

The driver agreed readily and started to start the car and drive to the destination.

Qibao Street is a more famous snack street in Haicheng.

On both sides of the street, there are many barbecue restaurants and other snack bars everywhere.

When Zhang Yi and his friends arrived at Qibao Street, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, which was the most booming time.

Looking at the bustling crowds on the street in front of him, Qian Wu became even more puzzled: "Brother Yi, is the person we are looking for? "

“Yes, it’s here.”

Zhang Yi raised his legs and walked towards the street, saying, "Let's go in."

Qian Wu followed closely behind.

The streets were very lively, and the stalls on both sides were filled with guests.

The business here is very popular.

As soon as I entered this street, all kinds of fragrances were already coming.

Gulu—Qian Wu screamed twice with a very unpromising belly. He said with a bitter face: "Brother Yi, we haven't eaten for a day. Do you want to eat something?"

Zhang Yi suddenly stopped, took out the note and looked at it, and saw it: "Haicheng Qibao Street "Xinshishang Barbecue Restaurant", Nangong Hai."

"You hold it in, we'll have something to eat soon."

Zhang Yi smiled mysteriously.

Qian Wu heard the clouds and mist, but since Brother Yi said so, he could only bear it first.

Soon, Zhang Yi and the others soon appeared in front of Xinshishang Barbecue Restaurant.

The store of this Xinshishang Barbecue restaurant is very small, with only a few scattered customers. Compared with the store next to it, the business here looks a bit bleak.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man greeted him with a smile on his face: "Two, do you need some barbecue?"

The taste here is delicious.”

Zhang Yi looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

The middle-aged man was wrapped in an apron around his waist and looked very ordinary, but his eyes gave people a sharp illusion.

If you guess correctly, this person is Nangong Hai, a master arranged by the Nangong family in Haicheng.

The middle-aged man naturally noticed Zhang Yi's gaze, and he still said with a smile on his face: "Sir, what barbecue do you want?"

"Oh, give me some lamb skewers and beer."

Zhang Yi reacted instantly.

"no problem."

The middle-aged man pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Please wait a moment first, it will be fine soon."

Zhang Yi sat down with a smile and asked casually: "Boss, how many years have you been opening a store here?"

"Haha, it's been ten years."

The middle-aged man smiled: "We guarantee that you want to eat the barbecue here again after eating it."

"Yeah?

It's been ten years."

Zhang Yi sighed.

"Then please wait, I'll go down and prepare a barbecue for you."

The middle-aged man turned around and returned to the store. Before leaving, he still looked at Zhang Yi deeply.

For some reason, he always felt something was wrong with this young man.

But he couldn't tell anything wrong.

The middle-aged man shook his head and tried his best to put these things behind him, and he began to get busy.

"I said Brother Yi, there are too few people in this family. Will it taste bad?"

Qian Wu frowned.

Logically speaking, the stalls next to them are basically full, which means that the taste of other stores is definitely better than that of here.

He was a little confused. Why did Brother Yi choose to eat here?

Zhang Yi took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, smiled and said, "Do you think that boss is a little different?"

Is the boss a little different?

Hearing this, Qian Wu looked at the busy boss a few times, then shook his head and said, "He is the boss of a barbecue stall. What's the difference between him?"

"Haha, then you're very wrong."

Zhang Yi suddenly laughed: "To be honest, your vision still needs to be improved."

"Brother Yi, don't keep it in hiding."

Qian Wu smiled bitterly: "Then tell me, what's the difference between this boss?"

Zhang Yi put his head up and lowered his voice and said, "Look at his barbecue technique, is it different from other people's?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Wu looked at it quietly for a few seconds and soon realized it instantly.

"Did you see it?"

Zhang Yi smiled.

"I can see that his technique is very sophisticated."

Qian Wuyi said seriously: "If I guess correctly, his barbecue technique has been going up for twenty years."

Damn! Zhang Yi was speechless. After all, Qian Wu didn't see it at all.

His vision really needs to be improved.

"What's wrong?

Isn't it right?"

Qian Wu felt quite depressed. What kind of expression did Brother Yi look like?

"Yes, you're right."

Zhang Yi was really speechless.

While Zhang Yi and the others were talking, Nangong Hai was busy with barbecue while quietly looking at Zhang Yi and the others.

During this period, he noticed Zhang Yi and the others quietly looking at him several times.

Could it be that the visitor is not good?

At this moment, Nangong Hai's heart sank slightly, feeling an unknown premonition.

He has been setting up a stall here for ten years, and what kind of person has never seen him?

However, he had never met a man in martial arts.

Judging from Nangong Hai's perspective, the two young men on the stall must be martial artists.
To be continued...