"It's nonsense! There really are flying swords and jumping pills in the world, and things that can take people's heads thousands of miles away. That's okay. The world will be in chaos soon."
Zhou Huanwen took two steps, returned to the big crocodile skin swivel chair, shook it a few times, and sat comfortably. He picked up a jade lion paperweight and played with it in his hand. Then he picked up a Cuban cigar, plopped it, and got angry.
, swallowing the clouds and puffing up the mist.
In the curling smoke, Zhou Huanwen's gloomy face looked unusually ferocious. On Wednesday and Thursday, he was his personal bodyguard of the Zhou family. He was very skilled in martial arts and had done many things for him! But now, one wrist is crippled and one shoulder
His bones were shattered and he was completely disabled, and his opponent was a low-class second-generation ancestor who stole his woman.
Although Lu Na not only has no favorable impression of Zhou Huanwen, but also has a lot of hostility, but he has developed the habit since he was a child. As long as he wants, he can get whatever he wants. He has long regarded Lu Na as his forbidden love.
"Why did you destroy that boy? How dare you snatch my woman! Go against me!" Thinking of the scene where Lu Na and Wang Zhong hugged each other, a strong jealousy rushed to his forehead! Zhi! He squeezed half of a big Cuban cigar.
A smash.
"Master, there really is!" Old Tuesday's face was full of ridges, as if he was reminiscing: "I don't know if it is possible to take someone's head thousands of miles away, but when I was a child, I practiced boxing in Qingcheng Mountain, and I once saw a flying sword practitioner who used
With a finger pointing, the sword turned into white light and flew out, circling around a tree that was several arms thick. Leaves and branches fell off! After dozens of circles, the big tree was cut bare.
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"What! Is this really happening? Why didn't you tell me before!" Zhou Huanwen saw that Tuesday didn't seem like he was lying, not to mention that Tuesday had been with his old man for many years, so there was no reason to lie to him with weird things. It was obvious that he really saw it with his own eyes.
After passing. "Isn't that a god? Is that person still there now? Invite me at all costs!"
"Young Master!" Zhou Zhou looked a little embarrassed: "That man was not a god. He was an acquaintance of my master, but he died before I could learn the art."
"Tuesday!" Zhou Huanwen was furious: "You are becoming more and more presumptuous, just to entertain me, right?"
Tuesday quickly shook his head: "Master, there is indeed something about flying swords! But I don't know at all, so I can't talk nonsense. That person is really dead, but it seems that there was an apprentice at that time who had friendship with me in the mountains. Now I hear
He is said to be the master of a small Taoist temple in Qingcheng Mountain. The young master wants to do big things, so you might as well go and have a look. If you really have this ability, please be by your side. Things will be much easier to handle in the future."
"Oh!" Zhou Huanwen's interest was aroused: "Then you go and make arrangements." After he went out on Tuesday, Zhou Huanwen dialed the phone again, but after a while, a woman in her mid-20s and dressed in a rather coquettish dress came in: "Zhou Huanwen
Young Master, what do you want from me again?" His voice was charming and sweet. As soon as he came in, he sat on Zhou Huanwen's lap, twisted his waist, and hooked his arms around Zhou Huanwen's neck.
"Honghong, go check the details of these two female students!" Zhou Huanwen opened the drawer and threw out two photos. It was Zhang Yanran and Tong Ling. Then he squeezed his buttocks from bottom to top, his hands restless.
Swimming.
Hong Hong's body twisted like a water snake while moaning: "What's wrong, my Mr. Zhou has fallen in love with these two female students again?"
"You go and check the details for me. If there is no hindrance, the arrangements will be made. Let's see how I deal with the Wang family's boys!"
"That's right, the dignified eldest son of the Zhou family, if a low-class boy snatches a woman and spreads it to the capital, everyone will laugh to death." Honghong's eyes were silky, and he let out a giggle, Zhou
Huanwen's face turned cold, and he suddenly pushed Honghong away: "You can't be so cheap after killing two of my men and trying to steal a woman from me. You, please answer the phone of that boy's eldest brother, Wang Hai!"
Wang Zhong had no idea that Zhou Huanwen was scheming against him, but he also expected that the other party would not let it go. However, if the soldiers came to block it and the water came to the village, there was no need to spend all his life on intrigues and intrigues. If something really happened, he would be able to deal with it once and for all. Wang Zhong didn't
A little apprehensive.
After ten years of medicated diet, large amounts of medicinal materials, and the external martial arts skills of Iron Sand Palm, Wang Zhong's muscles, bones, and physical strength are several times better than ordinary people. Now he practices internal martial arts every day, one move at a time, in conjunction with breathing and vomiting.
Na, train the rich essence, blood, marrow, and fluid of the whole body, limbs, and internal organs into the true strength of the inner family, to coordinate with the fists and feet, and strive to bring out the full potential of every move and every style.
His mind was completely immersed in the boxing, and he kept practicing both internally and externally. Wang Zhong's internal organs, which were injured by Wednesday's shock, were more than half healed after being nursed back to health.
Under the scorching sun, Wang Zhong's fists and feet were whirring, and his body was jumping like a dragon soaring, a tiger leaping, a leopard leaping and a wolf running. Sometimes his hands became tiger claws, eagle claws, sometimes palms, sometimes fists, and sometimes crane beaks. In Lu Na's normal life,
The plum-blossom poles used for practicing martial arts moved swiftly, and the strong wind from the fists and kicks seemed to make the leaves nearby rustle. Together with the clicking of the joints when the whole body was swimming, it converged into a special sound.
After practicing the "Ape Running Pose!", Wang Zhong took nine deep breaths in a row. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his lungs and had to cough hard!
Cough! Another big mouthful of blood-tinged phlegm, dark black, filled with iron sand dust accumulated in the lungs for many years.
Wang Zhong's chronic tuberculosis was gone, and he felt that his body was refreshed as never before, his breathing was smooth, and his ears and eyes were much clearer. He couldn't help but let out a long whistle, and the sound penetrated the cracked gold stone, and the lake in the distance trembled. Wang Zhong got up, took off his upper body,
His strong body was exposed, and his skin was white and red, slightly black. Under the scorching sun, there was no trace of grease or sweat!
Since learning Xingyi Quan from his own family, Wang Zhong has been practicing hard all day and all night. When walking, standing, sitting or lying down, his heart is in harmony with the fist. His movements at all times are in harmony with the fist, without any fetters or distracting thoughts. The essence, blood, marrow, and fluid of his whole body are
Everything has turned into the true strength of the inner family, and there is still a little bit that can be leaked out!
The true strength of the inner family moves with the breathing of the boxing skills, traveling through the bones and internal organs of the whole body. Wang Zhong jumped off the plum blossom pile with a swish, and hit the ground with one palm! Bang! The plum blossom pile in front of him seemed to have been violently pushed from the ground.
A handful of wood jumped up from the soil. But Wang Zhong used the method of luck to beat cattle across the mountain and slapped the iron sand palm on the root of the wooden stake, causing it to vibrate.
He made a somersault in the air, grabbed the bouncing wooden stake with his eagle claws, used his internal energy and external strength together, and grabbed the middle of the wooden stake so hard that it exploded, sawdust flying, as if someone suddenly fired a cannon.
Breaking a wooden pile with one blow can be done by both insiders and outsiders, but to grab the wooden pile and explode it, you need to use internal force to break the wood fibers first, and then use the muscles and bones of the outsiders to crush them into slag.
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Wang Zhong made a move to destroy Wednesday's wrist, which was a combination of internal and external strength. It was just a transfer of internal strength, and he was defeated by Wednesday before he was counterattacked and injured his internal organs. However, the skin, flesh, muscles and bones collided, and Wednesday suffered a big loss.
"Sister Nana! This kid seems to have been there since morning! Could it be that even a beautiful lady like Sister Nana can't arouse his interest?" Tong Ling couldn't help but stick out her tongue when she heard the shouting and ringing outside.
, turned to Lu Na and asked.
In the room, Lu Na, Zhang Yanran, and Tong Ling were playing cards, eating snacks, and watching TV. Since the incident that day, the three girls had become familiar with each other and often played when they had nothing to do. No, it happened to be a weekend, and Tong Ling
Ling dragged Zhang Yanran to play cards again and eat the food cooked by Wang Zhong, but Wang Zhong did not only eat and sleep every day, but also practiced boxing. Even Lu Na was holding her breath, not to mention the other two.
"This guy is a lunatic. He wants to live forever! He wants to become an immortal! He wants to be Zhang Sanfeng! There are still people like this today. Do you think he is a lunatic?" Lu Na played a fierce card: "It makes me angry every time.
Hell, whenever I mention him, I get so angry that if he hadn't been able to cook, he would have been kicked away."
While she was talking, Tong Ling's cell phone rang and she answered the call. "Who is it?" Zhang Yanran asked. "The taekwondo players Yu Zhongming and Huang Yong invited us to go out to sing. Will you go?" Tong Ling
Another card was played.
"What fun is there for a little boy! I won't go." Zhang Yanran's eyes flashed with disdain.
"Ah!" Tong Ling chuckled: "Didn't you admire Yu Zhongming a little before? We went out a few times, why has it changed now? Tsk! There must be someone else, hurry up and recruit them from the real thing.
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"No way!" Zhang Yanran glanced out the window inadvertently, "I just think they are all little boys now, too childish and artificial! I have no interest at all! By the way, Sister Nana, I heard that you are also an expert.
, can you teach us how to practice martial arts?"
Lu Na pursed her lips toward the window: "Okay. It's past four o'clock in the afternoon. You two don't want to go back today. Eat and sleep here. Go shopping in the evening and buy some necessary things. I can teach you basic skills tomorrow morning. Yes.
, it’s time to ask that boy to cook!”
Tong Ling and Zhang Yanran both nodded and applauded.
At this time, Zhou Huanwen was taken to a Taoist temple on Hexi Mountain on Tuesday. The main hall in front of this Taoist temple is for offering incense, and the back is very clean, and pilgrims are not allowed to come in. There are dozens of quiet rooms with red walls and green tiles, and deep trees in the courtyard.
Deep, it is a good place to go out.
"Master, I have invited you from Qingcheng Mountain. Master, please take a look!" Tuesday led Zhou Huanwen into the inner hall, and a deep chill hit his face.
The entire inner hall was very dark, and only the sound of deep breathing could be heard. Following each breath, a little bit of white light floated and jumped, which was very strange.
Zhou Huanwen opened his eyes and looked carefully. There was a Taoist priest sitting on a futon deep in the inner hall. There was a three-foot-long box in front of him. As the Taoist priest breathed, a two-foot-long white light came out of the box, like a spirit.
The snake twisted. As soon as the Taoist priest inhaled, the white light rushed up from the box, and Zhou Huanwen felt a burst of cold air.
When the Taoist priest shouted, the white light fell back into the box.
"It is said that those who practice flying swords must forge a good sword with their own hands, temper it with their heart's blood, and then use special mental methods to breathe into the sword every day, and wash the sword with medicinal materials. After a few decades, they can master this unique skill.
Although it is a legend, I think it is not groundless. Anyone who practices weapons will seem to communicate with the weapons after practicing for a long time, and they can use them to perfection. The spear of Prince Yue Feiyue, the God of War, had the surname of spirit, so that the Yue Family Army could defeat Zhu Xian.
The town defeated 20,000 gold soldiers with 800 troops, but I don't know if it is really like the legendary killing of people's heads thousands of miles away."
On Tuesday, when he was explaining to Zhou Huanwen, the Taoist priest suddenly stood up and pointed with his hand. The white light in the box suddenly jumped up, as if lightning struck out of thin air, and the whole room was brightly lit.
Brush! As soon as the white light rushed over, Zhou Huanwen was shocked. He hurriedly climbed down, and the white light had already flown out. He saw the sound of Brush! Brush! Brush! outside, and the white light flew up and down around a big tree in the courtyard, and the branches
They all fell down one after another, leaving Zhou Huanwen stunned.
"Young Master Zhou, there is no need to panic!" The Taoist priest pointed with his hand, and the white light flew back again. The sound of gold and iron was heard, and then it fell back into the box. The whole room was dim and dark again.
"Flying swords are not missiles. It is a rumor that people can be decapitated thousands of miles away. Pindao has been practicing sword making for forty years since he was fifteen years old. He can only use it freely within a few dozen feet and decapitate people instantly."
Level, even if you try your best, you can only fly the sword twenty or thirty miles. After practicing for a long time, the weapons of the world naturally have communication principles. The same is true for Prince Yue's spear, but it is a pity that it has been lost for a long time. In fact, the weapons of the world
Weapons all have methods of sacrificial refining, but the sword is the king of weapons. It was favored by countless ancestors, and it was passed down after generations of people figured out the method."