Rego and Xia Fengnian both smiled and looked at each other, as if they were laughing at Gu Huaibao's ignorance and laughing at a layman's amateur question.
However, Rego still explained with a smile.
"That's a martial arts tester!"
"Under the master, no matter how terrifying the fist is, it is impossible to burst out the value, let alone explode!"
"As for reaching the level of a martial arts master..."
Rego hesitated and paused, "I can't tell you this. After all, people of this level are considered big shots in any city, and they don't want to use such machines at all."
"However, it is unlikely to reach the level of bombing."
Gu Huaibao asked unwillingly, "What about going up?"
Rego and Xia Fengnian's expressions suddenly changed. They put away their smiles and became serious and serious, both of them thinking about something.
"That's a master of martial arts!" Rego gasped and sighed, "What a master? You can start a sect and create your own martial arts. Only by being respected as a master can you be respected as a master!"
"If it reaches this level..."
"I'm afraid it can be done!"
Gu Huaibao didn't ask any more questions.
He silently looked at the night view that was retreating outside the window, his thoughts were complicated and chaotic.
Mr. Chu has reached the realm of a martial arts master? It’s impossible! But then how did he explode the machine? Is the machine a little damaged? But that was a punch to explode! At least he is also a martial arts master! It’s because of something else…
…
Gu Huaibao was thinking randomly.
He is not a warrior himself and does not know much about martial arts. He cannot guess Mr. Chu's strength through that punch.
He could only guess and had no clue about it.
Reg and the others thought Gu Huaibao was thinking that he had a ridiculous question and asked a ridiculous question, but both of them ignored him again.
The night suddenly fell.
The entire sky seemed to be covered with a layer of dark, black squid (xu).
At Beiguan Wharf, the ships passing by, emitted whistles, resounding throughout the world at night.
Countless containers are like pieces of cut cakes, neatly placed on the dock, and the gaps in the cakes are the roads passing by vehicles.
The reason why Beiguan is called Beiguan is because it is a pass north of the Yangtze River.
Most of the economic sources of Beiguan come from this Yangtze River channel, which shows how profitable Han Yu had when he controlled the Beiguan Wharf!
Beiguan Wharf is not only responsible for commuting freight, but also for passenger transport.
There is no clear dividing line between the two. Large ships transporting containers, cruise ships and ferries always appear alternately. On the Yangtze River, there is always a harsh whistle sound. People waiting for relatives and friends can't help but hide it.
Hold your ears.
When Rego and the other two arrived at the waiting area, half of the people in Beiguan martial arts had already arrived.
There are still many citizens who are waiting, looking at the Yangtze River from time to time, hoping to see the people they miss when they come back.
The waiting area is not far from the port where the ships are docked.
Standing here, you can clearly see the waves raised by the Yangtze River, beating the railings on the river bank.
Nearly a hundred people came from Beiguan martial arts.
Among them, there are many veteran warriors, and Chang Yunyue has also come.
Chang Yunyue looked at the dark Yangtze River and felt very nervous.
Han Yu's death was also related to him, after all, he was also present when he died.
He was just afraid that Mr. Ji would pursue anyone. If that were the case, he would be afraid that his life would be lost. In front of that boss, he was an ant that could only be killed at will. He learned that Mr. Ji was coming to Beiguan.
Later, Chang Yunyue didn't sleep well for several nights.
The rest are some senior management of the Beiwu Institute.
Everyone was silent, with a nervous look on their faces, and an invisible atmosphere of depression was already enveloped here. Facing Ji Jinghong who had not yet arrived, they felt the strong depression in advance.
That's Ji Jinghong!
For decades, his figure has long been no longer in Beiguan, but his name has never disappeared.
The battle on Fengming Tower was famous for decades. Even if he left for a long time, there were still too many legends about him in the Beiguan River and Lake.
There is no rival to the North Pass in the projectile!
This sentence!
He was so overwhelmed by Beiguan that he couldn't lift his head for decades, and many warriors were impressed by it.
"I hope that Mr. Ji will not cause too much storm this time." Xia Fengnian sighed in a trembling voice.
The closer the time approaches, the more nervous he becomes, and everyone present is like this.
Rego narrowed his eyes and looked at the far end of the Yangtze River, sneering disdainfully, "What kind of storm can Mr. Ji cause? In a good year, I advise you to protect yourself and not interfere in this matter again. That kid is dead."
Xia Fengnian sighed and shook her head.
Although he knew this in his heart, he did not want to see Chu Yun destroy himself.
After all, he has kindness to the Tianyuan Martial Arts Hall, without him, nor the Tianyuan Martial Arts today.
It is difficult for him to ignore this kind of kindness.
Rego looked at the time and it was about to come. He became very nervous and hurriedly asked for some subtle trivial matters, afraid that there would be some things that would not be done well.
"Boss Gu, have you prepared the reception banquet?"
When Gu Huaibao learned that Ji Jinghong was coming, he hurriedly asked to welcome Mr. Ji. He originally wanted to bring Chu Yun with him. The three of them knelt down and apologized at the reception banquet. Now Chu Yun is not coming.
The welcoming banquet has to continue.
Gu Huaibao nodded absent-mindedly.
Rego frowned, "What's wrong with you tonight?"
Gu Huaibao forced a smile and said perfunctorily, "No, nothing."
"Here you come!!"
At this time!
Xia Fengnian's nervous roar awakened everyone.
People looked at the far end of the river in a solemn manner. A huge ferry made a deafening whistle, emitting a rolling white smoke, revealing its head from the line of the Yangtze River. The ship was huge like a moving castle, brightly lit!
In a few moments, the huge body of the entire cruise ship was exposed to everyone's sight.
The cruise ship is like a monster, causing majestic waves. People on the river bank can feel the vibration caused by the approaching cruise ship!
The waiting people waved happily and excitedly, bursting out with excitement.
But gradually...
Whether it was the martial arts people who came to greet them or the citizens waiting for their relatives and friends, everyone was strangely quiet, their expressions gradually became dull, and they all looked at the huge ship in a daze.
To be precise, it was looking at the person on the bow of the boat!
Above the bow!
An old man in white clothes, with his hands on his back, letting the waves rise. He stood at the top of the boat without moving at all, like a tall statue standing there!
On the river, there was a strong wind!
The cruise ship swayed violently!
The old man danced with his clothes, his white hair fluttered, and his white beard moved with the wind. Under his hazy eyes, he stared deep at the bustling Beiguan at night.