Bei Yan watched as Zhu Peng leaped to a surprising height, his face showing a hint of astonishment. This was not a height a normal person could achieve without training in martial arts, yet ordinary martial practice would not allow for such a high jump either. Moreover, could an imbecile, capable of practicing immortal cultivation, also be able to train in martial arts?
Besides, this was still just a child. Even if he truly could practice martial arts, how many years could he have possibly trained?
Furthermore, the child's punch just now packed an astounding force. Leave alone a child, even a grown man among the common folk wouldn't pack such power in his punches.
Little Beiyan looked at the old man with a trace of curiosity and asked, "Elder, has your grandson been training in martial arts?"
Apart from martial arts training, he could think of no other reason for the child to jump so high and possess such strength.
