The master and disciple who glared at each other like a pair of enemies who killed their father were stunned when they heard Wuming's words, looked at each other in confusion and then looked at Wuming at the same time.

Cheng Huaibao was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking, how could he curse. After waking up, he was not sure, "Mu Tou, have you been fooled by a stick?"

Wuming shook his head, smiled and said, "Master, why don't you put Xiaobao down yet."

The ancestor Zhizhen said, "This kid insults him as his master."

Wuming said: "Xiaobao scolds very well. I like to hear him curse people the most. No matter how long it takes, there will be no repetition, which makes people not feel boring at all. Unfortunately, he hasn't scolded anyone for a long time. This time he received the blessing from his master. Xiaobao, don't stop, continue scolding, I haven't been satisfied with it yet."

Zhizhen Ancestor and Cheng Huaibao: "..."

Finally, under Wuming's stubborn persistence, the matter was solved like this. Zhizhen ancestor continued to hit Wuming to train Wuming's resistance to attack, while Cheng Huaibao cursed on the side, which could be considered as having gains from each other.

Although Wuming's body hurts, his body is already super tough, and he can tolerate this level of stick attack. Instead, he was happy to hear Cheng Huaibao's scolding. He not only exercised his strength to fight, but also heard Cheng Huaibao's curse, whom he loved to hear the most.

Although Cheng Huaibao was powerless to prevent Wuming from doing stupid things and being beaten, he finally avenged himself and Wuming through scolding. When he thought about it, he naturally became even happier. The vicious words he used and the high level of cursing can be said to have made the best in his life.

The unlucky ancestor, the true ancestor, was thankless and spent the most depressing afternoon in his life amid a burst of incest and extremely vicious verbal abuse. But he would rather be scolded than betray Wuming's request.

Cheng Huaibao's loud insults spread throughout Xuanqing's subjective view, attracting a large number of Xuanqing disciples to watch from afar. These fake Taoist priests who spent almost all their time and energy on martial arts had ever heard such wonderful scoldings. They were so open that they finally knew what the profound realm of scolding was.

But there was one thing that they really didn't understand the strange master and apprentice, and a sensation came faintly.

A disciple of the Yu generation said, "What kind of play did the three old ancestors play? Who can understand and explain it to us? Didn't the nameless little ancestor be the illegitimate son of the troubled ancestor? But the scene doesn't look like this? Even if you make a huge mistake, there is no need to do this? Who is the father who is so cruel?"

No one could see clearly, and another disciple of the Tao generation said in confusion: "That's right, let alone the situation where the ancestors have a son in old age, I'm afraid that the baby will not be able to hold his head in the face.

Another person said, "But depending on the situation, if the nameless little ancestor was punished for making a mistake but did not look like he was clearly feeling very happy. Why did the ancestor who beat people have such an expression, as if he couldn't pull it out with constipation? Who is the little ancestor of Qingtian scolding?"

One next to him said, "I didn't hear the little ancestor of Qingtian whispering to the old miso, of course he was scolding the troublemaker."

Another man shrank his neck and said, "The little ancestor Qingtian is so brave. How dare he scold his master so arrogantly? Is this considered disrespectful to elders? I just don't know what would happen if he was caught by the Dharma protector?"

Unfortunately, all Dharma protectors received strict orders from Xiao Lingzi and were not allowed to set foot near the Taoist chamber of the Zhen Ancestor to avoid causing great trouble. After all, the nickname of this Ancestor is called trouble. Not to mention that the Dharma protectors did not see it, even if they saw it, they would be afraid that they would pretend not to see it. Therefore, what this conceived would never happen.

Finally, the true ancestor could no longer bear the gossip of the bastards. He roared and carried the wooden stick to rush towards the Xuanqing disciple who was watching in the distance.

All the Xuanqing disciples watching were shocked. They did not have the courage of the little ancestor Qingtian. They all showed their bodies and scattered, leaving only dust in the sky.

At this point, the rumor that Wuming was the illegitimate son of the ancestor Zhizhen was self-defeating.

That night, Wuming, who was covered in red, swollen and blue, almost crawled back to his hall with the support of Cheng Huaibao. Even so, the boy still didn't care at all and said to Cheng Huaibao, who was worried, "Xiaobao doesn't need to worry. This little injury is nothing, it will be fine tomorrow."

The next day, under the dual effects of the top-grade golden-creation medicine of Xuanqing Temple found by Cheng Huaibao and Wuming's terrifying body self-repair ability, Wuming really recovered as before, and the red, swollen and blue body of yesterday left no trace.

It was also the next day that the Zhizhen Ancestor, who had learned from his mistakes, made a wise decision to practice Wuming and Cheng Huaibao, the two little bastards. He personally took Cheng Huaibao, and Wuming's anti-strike training after climbing Qingtian Peak was asked by other Xuanqing disciples to do it for him.

It is conceivable that the old man used the name of passing on the merits to train Cheng Huaibao seriously and responsibly for a whole day.

That night, when the two boys who were also tired and in pain met in their own hall, Cheng Huaibao said with a look of pain: "Mu Tou, I was almost killed by the old guy."

Wuming did not have a look of sympathy at all, but said happily: "Xiaobao, I feel relieved after hearing what you said. This proves that you are not lazy in practicing martial arts today."

Cheng Huaibao: "..." He fainted completely.

The purpose of martial arts practitioners to practice Qi is nothing more than to make themselves stronger, faster, more agile in response, stronger ability to resist strikes, smarter ears and clearer eyes.

Through the extraordinary terrifying exercises of the Master Zhizhen, Wuming did achieve these goals. His muscles and skin were as tough as beef tendons soaked in water. He was carrying a sandbag of 150 kilograms, and he ran as vigorously as he ran, and he jumped more than ten feet high. Especially his hands were not like flesh and blood. Later, he practiced with Cheng Huaibao and grabbed Cheng Huaibao's sword with bare hands without any damage. Of course, the true energy was not radiated on the Cheng Huaibao sword that time.

The complete external skills practice method used by the Master Zhizhen on Wuming can be said to have achieved unprecedented success. Although he had suffered several times more hardships than others, Wuming's strength has indeed made great progress.

Wuming has another advantage. The culprit that caused him to be unable to practice Qi Zi Ji Yuanfei is the nemesis of any internal energy in the world. No matter how powerful you are, it will be useless on Wuming. No matter how powerful you are, it will be difficult to truly hurt Wuming.

The Master Zhizhen had only one worry in his heart. There is a great benefit of practicing Qi that cannot be achieved by practicing external skills, which is to delay the aging of the body. Just imagine that if he had not practiced his internal skills to great success, how could he still be so vigorously at the age of over 100, chasing the little bastard Cheng Huaibao running like a flying boy.
Chapter completed!