Chapter 821 I am your grandmother 5

Chapter 821 I am your grandmother 5

You know, the ancient black gold knife can only chop the meteorite into sparks, so how did grandma grind it into powder?

Zhang Qilin and Tajianbo were very curious, so they each took a black gold ancient knife and started chopping the meteorite jade at home.

Then, it was just scratches.

Zhang Qilin even suspected that this black gold ancient sword was a fake.

Collapsed shoulders: . . . .

Milk can grind meteorites into powder, and it is also possible to grind them into ashes.

He did not doubt the authenticity of the black gold ancient sword, but he was just too strong.

As for the black gold ancient sword, Zhang Ruide said that the Zhang family had a lot of this thing, and basically every member of the family had been buried with it.

Later on, there were more people buried with them, and their descendants became fewer and fewer.

That's how it is, so you can find it if you look for it in your ancestral graves.

Northeast China is their base camp, so there are plenty of them. It’s no problem to take a few.

If you have the ability, let them get up.

Zhang~~~dead~~~ancestor: . . . . . .

That was their knife, their favorite knife.

Give it back to us.

But Zhang Qilin still likes his original little black gold very much.

That was his original wife.

This is the second room.

Black Gold Ancient Sword No.2: !!!!!!

Then I'll go.

It's unreasonable.

Black Gold Ancient Knife No. 2 doesn't know yet that he is actually a third roommate.

Hei Xia Zi is the second wife, and Hei Jin Gu Dao is the first wife.

As soon as Hei Xia Zi saw what was going on, he knew something was wrong and started looking for the mute again.

Mute, mute, where have you been? Come out quickly.

Zhang Qilin has been thinking about something recently, feeling happy at one moment and unhappy at another.

It's like eating a poisonous mushroom, or the poisonous mushroom has become a spirit.

Anyway, it's very abnormal.

And this child doesn't like to talk.

So, at the suggestion of Ta Jianbao, Zhang Ruide took his little grandson, the small official in silly robes, to the martial arts arena.

The Zhang family’s martial arts training ground is very large, and in the past it could accommodate thousands of people.

Even such a large venue is paved with bluestone slabs, which shows that the Zhang family is a pragmatist.

Zhang Qilin went up on the stage with a confused look on his face.

He stood below with slumped shoulders, waiting to learn.

The patriarch can be sent flying, but he can't.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

So Zhang Qilin felt the love of his grandmother and the Zhang family, so much so that he loved her so much that he kicked her with his feet.

No matter how fast he is, how tricky his angle is, or how twisted his body is, he is not human.

If he goes against his grandmother, he will only get beaten.

Either they are flying out or they are on the way to flying out.

Whether in terms of strength, speed, counterattack ability, or reaction ability, grandma is faster than him, and Zhang Qilin feels that grandma is holding back.

Zhang Qilin's fighting spirit was aroused, and all his emotions burst out in an instant. This was his grandmother's tolerance for him.

This is the grandma who can withstand his emotions.

This is his safe haven.

So Zhang Qilin no longer held back and said, "Grandma, I want to know where my limit is."

In an instant, Zhang Qilin's fighting spirit was high and his whole expression changed.

He drew out the black gold ancient knife as fast as lightning, and Zhang Ruide smiled.

She just stood there, stretched her legs, and with a "bang", a ball flew out.

"5 points of strength, for you, my dear grandson."

He swallowed his saliva and thought that it would be nice to fly away.

At least you can decide your landing posture.

Get out, that's a bit out of character.

Grandma, you are really a pervert.

With hunched shoulders, he thought that if this pervert became the clan leader, all the clan members would be kicked around like balls by him.

Zhang Qilin has never tried so hard in his life.

He now understood why those people disliked him. They couldn't beat them. They couldn't beat them. It was so annoying.

Especially the expressions, which can be either expressionless, indicating sarcasm, or smiling, indicating ridicule.

Anyway, I just don't feel good. I look down on you. You are in the dust.

Zhang Qilin was almost beaten to pieces.

It was so strong that grandma’s breathing was not even disordered.

So what kind of task could kill such a strong grandma?

He wanted to see it.

He saw the mountains.

When Zhang Ruide came over, her clothes were not even wet and her breathing was not irregular, but her grandson was already swollen.

"Yes, you should grow in this direction."

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Grandma, you beat me up and you're still making sarcastic remarks.

At this time, my shoulders were bent and I was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The clouds were so beautiful.

But Zhang Ruide did show mercy to his men.

But he still wanted to fight her.

Daddy wasn't talking about human strength, but he wanted to try it too.

He even wanted to see the place where she could die.

It must be dangerous and exciting.

Zhang Ruide: . . . .

What a temper this kid has.

But the Zhang family’s world is so big that it really can’t accommodate trivial matters.

Behind every one of them, there is hardship and sweat.

Throughout history, the Zhang family's strength and suffering are directly proportional, but the Zhang family just doesn't like to talk about it.

No one shouted loudly because they felt ashamed.

I would only cry secretly occasionally, or retaliate directly.

Some people simply couldn't survive them, and by the time they wanted to take revenge, they were already gone.

They were so angry that they cursed in their little notebooks.

Zhang Qilin was just angry. Not only were his enemies alive, but most of them were dead, currently only Zhang Rishan and Huo Xiangu were left.

"Huo Xiangu is dead."

Zhang Ruide’s words made Zhang Qilin lie on the ground and not want to get up.

It doesn’t matter how grandma knew it, now he can only beat Zhang Rishan.

Then throw him in to guard the goal.

He would have plenty of time.

Okay, let's do it.

As soon as he stood up, his hunched shoulders were gone and he went to cook.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Grandma, if you hit him, I will hit him too.

"Next time I hit you, what if I break something?"

Zhang Qilin was pulled up, so why don’t you feel sorry for him being beaten up?

"You have thick skin and hunched shoulders. You are a good person and have good fighting skills. You can spar with him often. You lack his ruthlessness."

"I got it, tits."

When the two of them went back, Zhang Qilin's shadow was leaning on Zhang Ruide's body, and he would step on him from time to time.

He was also protected by someone.

"Grandma, I want to find the blind man."

"Go if you want to. You don't need to tell me. Just keep in touch."

Zhang Qilin had a pink cell phone and a black cell phone stuffed into his hand.

"The pink one is for you, and the black one is for the blind man. The phone numbers are all in there, come and find me when you need me."

Learn to complain.

This way she feels at ease.

Collapsed shoulders: . . . .

The blind man who was wandering around in the graveyard didn't know that his mute Mr. Zhang was coming to find him.

"Ah, bah."

The black bear is spitting, what with the dust, it's so dirty.

When alone, Hei Xiazi still likes to be clean.

Hei Ye doesn't care when there are people around.

This Mr. Zhang can really run, and I don’t know where he can hide to cry.

The Huo family was in civil strife, the Wu family was cleaning out the Wang family members in the Nine Gates, and so was Zhang Rishan.

Not to mention Xie Yuchen.

They are all busy.

After dealing with the Wang family in Hong Kong, Zhang Haike was ready to settle accounts with Zhang Rishan.