Even though Gratis was so affectionate, Lu Xuan was unmoved at all.

Unfortunately, Gratis seemed to not understand this and still hoped that Lu Xuan could forget everything before her and start over with her.

But is this possible?

Lu Xuan's machismo is deeply rooted.

Therefore, the appearance of Gratis really made Lu Xuan more troubled.

Lu Xuan knew that no matter how much he said to her, it would be useless, so he had to use a delaying strategy and said, "Gratis, your words made me feel a little helpless. Let me calm down for a few days first, and then say it."

If you understand someone, you should know what Lu Xuan meant, which was a tactful rejection, but Gratis pretended to be confused and nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll come to you again in a few days."

"Well, I'm going to take a walk in Chinatown, you can go back first," Lu Xuan said.

Gratis smiled: "Then I'll go back to work first."

Lu Xuan waved his hand with her and turned around and left.

After being separated from Gratis, although today's breakfast was very comfortable, if Lu Xuan had a choice, he would rather not eat this breakfast.

It’s nothing to do today. Chinatown is also a very famous attraction. Since you are here, let’s take a look.

Lu Xuan walked alone on the street, looking at the dazzling array of small shops and street stalls with Chinese characteristics, which really gave people a dazzling feeling.

What interested Lu Xuan the most was that every time he walked, he could see a martial arts hall.

Even Lu Xuan could see foreigners wearing martial arts uniforms walking in and out of the martial arts hall.

What Lu Xuan didn't know was that in the capital, he defeated the masters of national martial arts from all over the world as a master of national martial arts. Not only did he become famous in one battle, but he also promoted the Chinese martial arts and attracted worldwide attention.

After that, the Chinese national martial arts trend emerged throughout the world, especially in Chinatowns of major countries, where martial arts halls are opened and there are continuous students.

And Lu Xuan, a world-recognized master of national arts, has yet to know his name and mystery, and has become a secret that everyone is curious about and a legend of a generation.

Lu Xuan was of course extremely pleased and delighted that Chinese martial arts could be carried forward.

Lu Xuan had a smile on his face, but when he walked to the door of a martial arts hall called Zhang's Wing Chun, his smile suddenly frozen! A powerful bloody aura came to his face.

What’s scary is that the richness of blood and energy is something Lu Xuan has never encountered before.

Even the two princes of the blood clan who had died did not have such a terrifying aura! "Prince Gris!"

Lu Xuan's eyes were full of murderous aura, and then his body disappeared from the spot instantly.

Apart from Gris, the last prince of the blood clan, who can still have such terrible strength in the blood clan?

However, what surprised Lu Xuan was that it was the daylight in the scorching sun, and Prince Gris dared to show up. Was she not afraid of the sun at all?

Without thinking so much, Prince Gris actually showed his tail again. How could Lu Xuan not seize this opportunity?

A black shadow jumped into the back door of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall.

After Lu Xuan's body landed steadily, he found that the bloody smell he had just felt was gone.

"What's going on?"

Lu Xuan frowned and said to himself.

He didn't understand what Prince Gris was playing now. What was she trying to do when she showed up here?

What are you suggesting yourself?

Lu Xuan analyzed, or was Prince Gris trying to hint that she would kill everyone in Chinatown?

"hehe!"

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sneer, "What does the word Chinatown mean? Don't Prince Gris know?"

It means that this is a place for other countries, not China, and the people in Chinatown can only be considered Chinese, not Chinese.

If Chinatown is used to threaten Lu Xuan, then Lu Xuan will only feel that he overestimated Prince Gris' IQ.

"Ding--" The sound of footsteps came from my ears. After all, I was trespassing in a private house. Lu Xuan was about to leave, but he was just thinking about things and was so immersed in it, so he couldn't have time.

A young man of sixteen or seventeen rushed out with a long stick and scolded, "You thief, in broad daylight, dared to run to our Zhangjia Martial Arts Hall to steal things. You are really looking for death."

Thief?

When Lu Xuan heard the boy call him a thief, he was suddenly amazed and amazed. Could it be that I look like a thief?

I am obviously a handsome man and a handsome talent. OK! After being scolded as a despicable thief for the first time, Lu Xuan said he was a little unhappy.

"I'm not a thief!"

Lu Xuan retorted.

The boy sneered and said, "You are not a thief, so why did you run to my backyard to do or climb over the wall? You are not a thief, what is it?

Are you visiting my backyard?"

At this moment, Lu Xuan was speechless by the boy.

Lu Xuan, who knew that he was in the wrong, didn't know how to explain, waved his hand and said, "I'm too lazy to explain to you, I'll leave first."

"I want to leave, no way!"

Just as Lu Xuan was about to leave, the boy shouted loudly, then rushed over with a quick step, and the long stick came angrily.

"call!"

A sound of breaking through the air came, and the stick was extremely sharp.

"Crazy Stick Method!"

Lu Xuan said with his eyes lit up.

"You know the goods," the young man sneered: "Thief, see, I can't beat you to death!"

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came, and the next scene shocked the boy.

I saw Lu Xuan holding the stick with one hand, holding the stick head firmly in the palm of his hand, and he looked calm and his body remained unmoved.

The boy was stunned and stunned.

He knew how powerful his stick was. He didn't have to kill a scalper, and his father didn't dare to take him on his stick.

The Crazy Stick Technique, but the ancestral stick technique passed down by the Zhang family, was as powerful as a thousand pounds when one stick was taken. It only attacked but not defended. It was called "If you don't become crazy, you will become a demon!" Lu Xuan heard of this stick technique a little, but he didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to see it in the hands of a boy today.

It’s just that the Crazy Stick Technique is just a national skill, not a martial arts skill. So, in front of Lu Xuan, a super strong man in the martial arts world, he felt like he was tickling him.

The boy wanted to pull out the long stick, but he tried his best to eat, but he couldn't pull out the stick at all.

At this moment, the young man thought in fear that the man with harmless smile on his face in front of him was not an ordinary person.

Very strong, maybe even stronger than my father! "Yun Zhi, don't be rude."

The movement in the backyard alarmed everyone in the martial arts hall. Dozens of people rushed out one after another. They walked in front of them. A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes and a burly figure. He knew at a glance that he was the owner of the Zhang family's Wing Chun martial arts hall.
Chapter completed!