Everyone burst into laughter, really blessed with divine power, one slap and even those with martial arts skills need to be careful. Old Man Wang is probably annoyed that his son, after years of hard practice, can't compare to a young kid.
Zhang Qingshan curiously looked at Zhang Guoqing's arms and hands, "Now, how much can you lift at most? If ten strong laborers fought against you, could you win?"
Zhang Qingfeng slapped his thigh and stomped his feet, laughing, "Brother, he fought with six thugs, got hit on the back of the head and you forgot? He's just got brute strength."
Seeing everyone laugh, Zhang Guoqing helplessly raised his eyebrows, "This was a mistake of my life, can you not mention it? Who knew those scoundrels would sneak attack. I've never met anyone daring enough to ambush me, just got caught off guard."
