When Lu Zheng donned the fish scale armor and performed a double jump kick, Duan Xiaolong fell silent.
Even Zhang Tiexia was stunned. Although he could do it too, Lu Zheng's movements were just too effortlessly smooth.
"Younger Brother Lu, you're a master!" Zhang Tiexia praised.
At this moment, he also donned a twenty-kilogram Song Dynasty infantry armor, holding a spear nearly two meters long, looking even more like an iron tower.
"Baji! Zhang Tiexia!"
"White Cloud Temple! Lu Zheng!"
"Younger brother, did you learn martial arts from the Daoist family?" Zhang Tiexia couldn't help but ask.
"Which White Cloud Temple?" Zhao Wenyu was also hearing Lu Zheng introduce himself for the first time, wondering if Lu Zheng truly had some lineage.
Lu Zheng waved his hand, "It's not any of the famous White Cloud Temples, don't guess blindly."
"Oh, oh." Zhao Wenyu nodded and didn't ask further.
