But no matter how fierce he is, he just can't hit Pang Xiaonan once. Pang Xiaonan takes action every time and easily resists his attack.

Zhang Ping was anxious when she watched from the side. Her father was beating Pang Xiaonan to death.

The further he got to the back, the more guilty Zhang Wanliang felt. Although Pang Xiaonan did not defeat him, judging from his ability to resist, if he took the opportunity to counterattack, he might be able to destroy his offensive and turn the situation around.

But Pang Xiaonan has never taken action. Why is this? Zhang Wanliang thought of a terrible answer. Pang Xiaonan is hiding his strength.

When a master fights, he often only needs one or two moves to know the opponent's strength. Zhang Wanliang has long felt that Pang Xiaonan's strength is not inferior to him.

But he had to carry out his fists to the end. Finally, Zhang Wanliang shouted loudly, and with all his strength, he turned his hands into his palms and hit Pang Xiaonan's two shoulders.

Just now, Pang Xiaonan knocked Zhang Qianjun away with one palm. Zhang Wanliang finally attacked with his palm, one to avenge his son, and the other hand, even if Pang Xiaonan blocked this palm hard, he would be shaken away. His whole body power was infused with it. Even an opponent of the same level of martial arts level would be shaken away by the power contained in it.

What if Pang Xiaonan didn't block it and took this palm? The consequences were unimaginable, but Zhang Wanliang no longer had the energy to think about the consequences.

"Good opportunity!" Pang Xiaonan was secretly happy when he saw Zhang Wanliang's powerful Vajra Palm coming.

Pang Xiaonan quickly stretched out his palms and met Zhang Wanliang's palm.

With a "bang", the air around also vibrated violently, and Pang Xiaonan and Zhang Wanliang flew backward at the same time.

"Dad!" "Pang Xiaonan!"

Zhang Qianjun hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Wanliang up, and at the same time, Zhang Ping also stepped forward to support Pang Xiaonan.

Zhang Wanliang felt a faint pain in his heart and could not breathe.

"Dad, how are you?" Zhang Qianjun felt the shock brought by the duel between masters. Zhang Wanliang and Pang Xiaonan's pair of palms were definitely either dead or injured.

Zhang Wanliang struggled to support his upper body, coughed violently twice, and said with a gray face: "It's nothing serious."

Zhang Ping was panicked because although her martial arts skills were not as good as those of her two men, the attack just now was definitely a fatal rhythm. Zhang Wanliang had flew so far that Pang Xiaonan could only suffer greater damage.

Pang Xiaonan's expression was very painful. He covered his chest and kept silent. His face turned blue with breath.

"What's wrong with you, Pang Xiaonan?" Zhang Ping's eyes were already extremely anxious.

"I...is nothing..." Pang Xiaonan uttered three words with difficulty.

"Don't scare me, are you really okay? I'll take you to the hospital right away." Zhang Ping tried hard to help Pang Xiaonan, but Pang Xiaonan's body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she couldn't pull it up.

In fact, Pang Xiaonan is pretending, and this time he thinks his acting skills are good.

When he saw Zhang Wanliang's palms slapping, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Yes, this time he was going to play both sides.

So he used his palms to catch Zhang Wanliang's palms, but he paid attention to the force. If he also used all his strength, Zhang Wanliang would be dead now.

Even if he controlled his strength, Zhang Wanliang was not feeling well at this moment, because Pang Xiaonan had to ensure that he was not injured first. With the spontaneous protection of his muscles, Zhang Wanliang received more than twice the reaction force that he had to hit with all his strength.

Fortunately, Zhang Wanliang's martial arts cultivation was able to spontaneously defend, and at the moment he was attacked, he stimulated the dark energy to guard. Otherwise, at this moment, Zhang Wanliang had already been hurt by the force he emitted.

I have to say that after entering the peak of martial arts, Pang Xiaonan's control of every inch of force reached an extremely precise level, and every wave of true energy was controlled by him.

Zhang Qianjun helped Zhang Wanliang up. Zhang Wanliang adjusted his breathing a little luck and walked to Pang Xiaonan.

When Pang Xiaonan saw Zhang Wanliang getting up, he stopped pretending to be dead on the ground. He stood up staggeringly with Zhang Ping's support.

"Pang Xiaonan, are you okay?" Zhang Wanliang actually knew that he had suffered this time, but Pang Xiaonan's costume was quite realistic, which made Zhang Wanliang feel that he must have been seriously injured.

"It's okay, uncle, my kung fu is not as good as you. Thank you for showing mercy." When Pang Xiaonan said this, his face had returned to normal, and his acting skills were limited to the few seconds he fell to the ground.

Zhang Wanliang was a little embarrassed. He was a wise man. Pang Xiaonan's condition was obviously not injured. From this point of view, Pang Xiaonan's skills were actually above him, but he couldn't admit defeat in person. He could only give in and say, "Cheng Zhu Cheng Zhuang."

"Pingping, help Pang Xiaonan back to the restaurant, let's have a meal." Zhang Wanliang said and pushed Zhang Qianjun's support away, and walked slowly towards the restaurant alone. His chest was still a little painful, but he couldn't show it at this moment.

"Ah? Dad, don't Pang Xiaonan really need to be taken to the hospital?" Zhang Ping still couldn't believe that Pang Xiaonan and Zhang Wanliang had a palm, but there was nothing wrong with each other. They must have hurt their internal organs.

"It's okay, I really don't have to go to the hospital, you see!" Pang Xiaonan jumped on the spot, proving that he was still lively, "Let's go, go to eat, I still have to do business after eating."

Pang Xiaonan remembered that he had made an appointment with Fang Zheng to see his martial arts glasses in the evening.

Zhang Qianjun also saw that it was a good idea, but he couldn't say that Zhang Wanliang was a very strong person. Since Pang Xiaonan did not point out and Zhang Wanliang was also doing a show, Zhang Qianjun did not dare to come forward to confront Zhang Wanliang.

The dining table was already full of hearty dinners, including corn rib soup, grilled chicken legs, salmon, big lobster, whole wheat bread, caviar, filet mignon...all high-end ingredients.

Zhang Ping's mother greeted warmly: "Pang Xiaonan, it's your first time to come to your house. I don't know what you like to eat. I have prepared a little. Don't be polite, eat more..."

"Auntie, then I'm not polite, it's so rich." After all, it's the rich family. This meal is much better than the food at the Royal Man Wang's house.

Pang Xiaonan glanced at Zhang Ping beside him and said, "Then I'm not polite?"

"You eat quickly..." Zhang Ping was a little shy. This was the first time she had dinner with a boy at home, and there were still closest people next to her.

"Okay, eat some chicken legs first..." Pang Xiaonan began to eat Haisai as if no one was around, and even invited others to eat.

Zhang Wanliang saw it and frowned. Because of his heart pain, he just wanted to drink a bowl of soup and eat a piece of bread.

Pang Xiaonan ate all the dishes on the table like a wind blowing the clouds until he could no longer stuff anything in his stomach.

Pang Xiaonan leaned on the chair and burped, as if this was his own home.

"Continue to eat, Pang Xiaonan, there are so many more." Zhang Ping's mother was still greeting him warmly.

"I can't eat it anymore, aunt, you guys continue..." There was too much preparation for dinner, and Pang Xiaonan was really willing but unable to do it.

After the meal, Pang Xiaonan only rested for a few minutes and said he wanted to leave.

Zhang Wanliang stood up and said to Pang Xiaonan: "I'll give you a gift."

"No need, uncle, don't bother." Pang Xiaonan pretended to be polite and refused.

"It's okay, I'll go out for a walk." Zhang Wanliang walked outside without saying a word.

"Then I'll leave, Zhang Ping, aunty, brother, goodbye." Pang Xiaonan turned around and said goodbye to the family, showing a bright smile.

After leaving the Zhang family, Zhang Wanliang waited until Pang Xiaonan was shoulder to shoulder with him, and turned his head and asked Pang Xiaonan: "What level have you reached?"

"Ah? What's the level?" Pang Xiaonan pretended not to know.

Outside the Zhang family is a large garden with precious and rare trees and flowers and plants planted inside. A pavilion and rockery fish pond were also built. It was clearly built according to the standards of the royal garden.

"I'm asking you, what level of martial arts has reached, the high level of martial arts or the peak of martial arts?" Zhang Wanliang didn't like the other party to pretend to be stupid. He treated him as a fool, but in front of Pang Xiaonan, he was not qualified to complain because he knew that his skills were not as good as Pang Xiaonan.

Just now, when Pang Xiaonan was eating the sea, Zhang Wanliang suddenly realized that Pang Xiaonan was not injured at all. When he was fighting with him, Pang Xiaonan was completely pretending. Because of the injury, Zhang Wanliang had to rest for at least one week before he could reach the level of Pang Xiaonan without any concerns about food and drink.

Zhang Wanliang himself is at the middle level of martial arts, so if Pang Xiaonan wants to defeat him, he will at least be at the middle level of martial arts.

"Oh, you mean this," Pang Xiaonan began to find a way to deal with it again. "I don't know very well. It may be at the advanced level of martial arts, or at the peak of martial arts." Pang Xiaonan did not think about this problem at all when he was in the new Bloss, because he was busy living at that time and had no time to consider the real stage of his own level.

In fact, Pang Xiaonan's level is at the peak of martial arts, which is a little different. Strictly speaking, it is the peak of martial arts intermediate level, which is one level higher than Zhang Wanliang.

"What you said is easy. It may be at the advanced level of martial arts or at the peak of martial arts. Do you know that these two classes are apart from one hundred and eight thousand miles." Zhang Wanliang was very dissatisfied with Pang Xiaonan's unscientific evaluation attitude. You must know that some people cannot cross to another class in their entire lives, while Pang Xiaonan is less than 20 years old.

"That's even the peak of martial arts." Pang Xiaonan didn't plan to continue hiding it. Anyway, Zhang Wanliangsheng was the one who had just competed in front of outsiders. Now there was only the two of them left, so there was no need to hide it.
Chapter completed!