Chapter 87: Half-Successful Force?

  As she spoke, Nangong Zixuan flipped out her bulging purse, zipped it open with a rustling sound, pulled out a thick stack of large bills, didn't even count them, and directly handed them to Chen Dasheng, looking at him with an extremely disdainful gaze. "Is this enough?"

  This beauty is quite wealthy, unfortunately she's not very bright. Chen Dasheng's eyes lingered on the stack of cash for a moment, but he didn't reach out to take it. He wasn't short on money; if he had taken it, he would have been tainted forever, and even jumping into the Yellow River couldn't have washed him clean.

  "What? Not enough?" Nangong Zixuan looked at Chen Dasheng coldly, her voice even colder and more piercing.

  Chen Daxing's face sank, and he said, "Can I take it that you're insulting me?"

  Nangong Zixuan was immediately amused by this, "I didn't mean it that way, I just don't want you to bother this old man."

  "Old man, open your pouch!"

  Chen Dashi furrowed his brow, too lazy to bother with this little girl, and directly took a step forward. His large hand swiftly reached out and grabbed towards the old man's bulging pocket.

  "Hmm!"

  Nangong Zixuan reacted with discontent, lightly turning sideways and slapping a palm towards Chen Dasheng's face.

  Scorching!

  A scorching palm wind came pouring in, Chen Daxiong was startled, dodging was already too late, and immediately clawed into a palm, hastily, and collided with Nan Gong Zixuan's palm.

  Boom!

  Their palms met, and the two of them each took a step back. To onlookers, this exchange of palms seemed unremarkable, but at that moment, both pairs of eyes were filled with shock.

  "What tremendous strength!"

  Nangong Zixuan's right hand was slightly trembling, the violent force contained in Chen Dashi's palm had completely numbed her right hand. To know that she is a fourth-level acquired martial artist, just now it was an unintentional slap, but the power was not to be underestimated.

  At this moment, Chen Dashi's eyes were even more shocked, his right hand was behind his back, and the entire palm seemed to have been burned by fire, extremely painful. This palm technique was indeed both overbearing and strange.

  His gaze swept over Nan Gong Zi Xuan's body, his tone carrying a hint of Beijing accent, wondering what kind of background this little girl had and how she ended up here.

  "He's definitely a postnatal martial artist!" This thought occurred to both of them at the same time, and they both felt a hint of apprehension towards each other.

  After a brief standoff, the sensation in both of their hands slowly returned. Nangong Zixuan then pretended to be calm and asked Chen Dasheng, "Who are you?"

  Chen Daxing looked deeply at Nangong Zixuan, but didn't respond. Instead, he pointed to the old man behind Nangong and said viciously, "Old man, you're lucky today! The money in your wallet will be used to buy your coffin!"

  "We'll meet again, the bill for today will be settled later!" He turned his head and glared at Nangong Zixuan, Chen Dasheng let out a cold hum, and stormed off.

  That little girl is absolutely a master, there are many people here, it's not good to show off her skills, this little girl thinks she's a bad person, with her blocking the way, Chen Da Sheng can't move that old man at all, the onlookers around them are getting more and more, Chen Da Sheng is too lazy to bother with them, might as well leave directly.

  Chen Dabing had put some valuable things like his ID card and bank card in the Qian Kun bracelet, so there was only some cash left in the wallet, and the loss wasn't great. He just considered it as having a bad day for not checking the almanac before going out and running into the god of plague.

  "Remember, my name is Nangong Zixuan, if you want to fight, come find me!"

  Nangong Zixuan said a harsh word to Chen Dasheng, letting him leave. The onlookers around saw the unpleasant look on Chen Dasheng's face and dispersed from afar, fearing they would get into trouble.

  Upon hearing Nan Gong Zi Xuan's words, Chen Da Sheng did not turn around and directly headed towards the Sisterhood Alley.

  As Chen Daxing left, Nangong Zixuan's mouth curled up into a faint smile. She tucked the wallet away and reached out to support the old man, "Sir, are you alright?"

  "I'm fine, miss. Thank you so much today! If it weren't for you, I'd have been wrongly accused of being a thief and my whole life's reputation would be ruined." The old man grasped Nan Gong Zi Xuan's hand, his eyes brimming with hot tears.

  "No need to thank me, old man. This is what I should do. You'd better leave quickly and avoid running into that person again." Nangong Zixuan supported the old man, but in her heart, she was worried about Chen Dasheng taking revenge on the old man, so she hurriedly urged him to leave.

  This scene happened to be caught by Chen Dasheng, who had already walked to the front steps of Sister Fang's house and turned around.

  "You're still inexperienced in the ways of the world!"

  Watching the old man disappear into the crowd with his bulging pockets, Chen Dabing didn't plan to chase after him anymore, and simply shook his head lightly.

  "I don't even know if my sister has returned or not, but with such a master appearing in Rong City, I should tell my sister about it and let her investigate thoroughly!" With a hint of doubt in his mind, Chen Dashi's gaze swept across Nangong Ziyu's body from afar before he directly entered the Sisters' Alley.

  Nangong Zixuan was surrounded by a group of people at this time, receiving everyone's praise.

  ——

  Another old man!

  An old man was standing under the old tree in the yard. As soon as Chen Dasheng stepped into the yard, he felt that something was not quite right.

  It was as if a ferocious beast was lurking around, and a thrilling feeling suddenly appeared in Chen Dajie's heart, just like when he was back in class and the teacher asked questions, the whole room fell silent, and no one even dared to breathe.

  Just as Chen Dasheng walked into the yard, the old man also cast his gaze towards Chen Dasheng.

  A blue long gown, white hair and beard, slightly stout figure, tall and majestic, at first glance, it's like the fat man Jinbao in Hong Kong dramas, standing upright under an old tree, so close to nature, exuding a natural aura all over.

  That faintly discernible and inexplicable sense of oppression was coming from the old man, whose piercing gaze made people's hearts tremble with fear.

  "Who are you?"

  Chen Dashi stood for a while, but didn't see anyone around, so he asked the old man in puzzlement.

  The old man didn't answer, but instead looked Chen Daxing up and down with an inexplicable gaze, stroking his beard lightly, saying "You're Chen Daxing?"

  His gaze was scrutinizing, his tone was arrogant, giving Chen Da Sheng a condescending feeling. With the same standard Beijing accent, his voice was very loud and clear, like a majestic volcano, making people involuntarily look up to him.

  Chen Daxing nodded and asked doubtfully, "Old man, you're looking for me? Are you thinking of worshiping?"

  "So you're Chen Daxing, come and accept your fate!"

  The old man's eyes flashed, and with a sudden loud shout, he stepped out and appeared in front of Chen Dasheng. His large sleeves fluttered as he slapped a palm towards Chen Dasheng's chest.

  Chen Dasheng's pupils constricted, completely like a monk who didn't know anything, and had no idea what was happening. As soon as he heard his name Chen Dasheng, this old man immediately took action.

  The two were separated by more than 20 meters, yet the old man seemed to take a casual step and appeared right in front of him, not giving Chen Da Sheng any extra reaction time. He barely managed to use his Tai Chi technique, summoning palm wind, before hastily retreating several steps, just barely managing to steady himself.

  The palm wind was scorching hot, like a raging fire spreading across the surface. Chen Dashi's eyes were filled with extreme shock and horror. The old man's strength was absolutely terrifying. Just that one move had already made it clear who was superior and inferior. He himself was definitely no match for him, and this was almost without any suspense.

  Could it be that his sister had provoked some enemies? Or was it the Jiugong Shan's Jiugong Sanren who came to avenge his disciple?

  The old man's strength was completely beyond his imagination, Chen Dabing felt a little sweaty, secretly guessing the identity of this old man.

  "This old man's palm technique is similar to that little girl from just now, could they be in cahoots?" Chen Dabing felt a stir in his heart, thinking of this made him anxious and worried, but he didn't see Lu Qier and the other girls' figures in the alley, had something bad happened to them?

  "You managed to escape with half of my strength, your Tai Chi skills are not bad!" Just as he was about to continue, the old man stroked his beard and stood up, saying to Chen Da Sheng, "This palm has only half of my true strength, come again!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, another slap came flying towards Chen Dasheng.

  "Half Success Power?"

  Chen Daxing was startled, listening to the old man's tone, that palm just now had only half of his power, not even one-tenth, and yet it made him so miserable?

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