Suddenly, so many people came and said they wanted to get back the fist score. They all said that this Jidao fist score was theirs. Jiang Ning felt amused after hearing it.
He did make it public, and he had Ji Dao fist score, but it was not someone else who had the final say.
“Currently, they are all small fish and shrimps, and even many people are not in the circle of people at all.”
Tan Xing said, “They just heard that there is a boxing score, even if they don’t know what it is, but seeing so many people want it, it must be a good thing.”
The mentality of ordinary people is the same everywhere.
“There must be someone behind it who wants to get the boxing score in your hand to be taken away. What are you going to do?”
Tan Xing took a sip of tea and looked up at Jiang Ning.
Right now, the prestige of the forbidden area in the East China Sea is still there, and no one dares to make trouble in the East China Sea.
He wasn’t worried about what would happen in the East China Sea, but Jiang Ning would definitely attract many people when he revealed that he had boxing scores. After all, there were many people who knew Ji Dao boxing scores.
“I plan to hold a martial arts conference.”
After Jiang Ning finished speaking, the tea that Tan Xing had just drunk almost sprayed out.
“what did you say?”
“Holding a martial arts conference, inviting people from all genres of Jianghu circle to participate, regardless of Nanquan or Beiquan, as long as he can get the first place, I can let him watch the score.
“You…you say it again?”
Tan Xing quickly took a tissue and wiped the tea from the corners of his mouth, “Just kidding you!”
“Fisting is such a valuable thing, you just let people watch it?”
As soon as Tan Xing finished speaking, Jiang Ning took out a somewhat crumpled boxing score from his pocket and threw it in front of Tan Xing.
“Look, what can you see.”
Tan Xingzhen wanted to whip his legs, so he swept Jiang Ning away!
The fist score that others dream of, the fist score that has been in business for more than ten years and has been continuously tracked, and even…there are masters of the family behind, all competing for fist scores. Is Jiang Ning so casual?
It’s crumpled!
Tan Xing picked up the fist sheet and carefully smoothed it out, for fear of making a wrinkle.
“You kid, this is a violent thing!”
He cursed angrily, “Do you know how many people are looking for this thing? The existence of the hidden gate is for the Lord to find these fist scores, you…”
As he said, he opened his fist sheet to read.
This was the first time he saw a boxing score. He hadn’t asked Jiang Ning before, because he knew that it belonged to Jiang Ning, so it was not appropriate to ask.
Seeing the boxing score at this moment, Tan Xing was stunned.
“This is the boxing score?”
He was full of disbelief, “Just, just such a move?”
There is only one movement in the fist sheet, and to put it in more detail, it is a movement of punching.
“Yes, just one action, nine-page boxing sheet, it means nine different actions.”
Jiang Ning said, “I have three pages on my body, and the movements on the three pages are different, but they all look the same.”
He handed all three pages of his boxing sheet to Tan Xing. Tan Xing’s eyes widened, and he looked left and right, but still couldn’t see the difference.
Even if he is a master at the master level!
Even though, he is deeply hidden, he belongs to the North Leg genre, and he deserves it!
But he couldn’t understand this fist sheet at all.
Tan Xing’s eyes were almost staring out.
“What the hell… what is the difference?”
Suddenly, he couldn’t even understand him. Those who came to ask for boxing scores would have been studying it for decades, and I’m afraid they would not be able to see anything fart.
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