"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves. It's so powerful, so powerful. Where did you learn from?"

  Zhao Wenzhu looked at Ye Fei, from admiration to worship.

  "I learned a little bit of everything, and I just learned a little bit."

  "If you only know a little bit, then what am I?"

  Zhao Wen table smiled bitterly.

  "If you want to learn, I can teach you too."

  "Really?" Zhao Wen's eyes lit up.

  In the field of kung fu, apprenticeship is very difficult, so that at Zhao Wenzhuo's age, he has not yet found a formal and powerful master.

  After all, there are few formal and powerful masters and more demands.

  As easy as Ye Fei, it was the first time he saw it.

  "How dare I lie to you."

  "Master is on top, and the disciples will worship."

  Zhao Wen table guarded and knelt down and kowtowed.

  Seeing this, Ye Fei became anxious and quickly pulled up Zhao Wen's desk.

  "You don't have to, just treat me as an ordinary friend. I'm not used to your sudden gift."

  Zhao Wenshu nodded, "Okay, when will you teach me?"

  "Start now?"

  It's still early anyway.

  "That couldn't be better."

  Zhao Wenshuo could not wait to learn earlier.

  He is not very demanding, he can learn half of Ye Fei.

  Ye Fei probably taught him a little later.

  Zhao Wenshu has a very good foundation.

  The two learned in the middle of the night, and when it was almost time, they went back to rest.

  The next day.

  Everyone got up early because there were potatoes to be dug today. .

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