King Xie Tian has long been a fierce man at the ninth level of true power. This roar immediately suppressed the whole audience, and no one moved again. Everyone immediately understood that at this time, the more calm they must be, otherwise if they provoke Zhang
If the alliance leader is not happy, wouldn't that be a big mistake? He might lose the precious opportunity to advance to the Dan Realm.
Zhang Jun smiled at everyone, and then looked at the middle-aged man in his forties. The middle-aged man's heart suddenly beat wildly. He knelt down with a plop and said in a trembling voice: "Sir! I... I can do it too.
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"Please get up." Zhang Jun helped the middle-aged man up and said calmly, "You are younger than Mr. Kuang, you have stronger energy and blood, and your qualifications are better than him. The most rare thing is that you have been at the peak of Huajin for many years.
Bar?"
"Yes, yes, my name is Du Jing. I am forty-three years old and an eleventh generation descendant of the Phantom Sect. I started practicing martial arts at the age of eight and have been practicing Huajing for thirteen years. I have tried countless times, but in the end I cannot hold the elixir.
"He looked excited and said with a pleading look on his face, "Please help me, sir!"
Zhang Jun nodded and said: "It's really rare that you can reach the level of transformation at the age of thirty. With your qualifications, you can reach the third level of elixir."
After saying that, he lightly pointed on his chest. Immediately, there was a strange force traveling throughout Du Jing's body. Wherever it went, all the energy and blood in Du Jing's body vibrated, and he suddenly felt hot all over his body.
After a few seconds, the qi and blood all over the body rushed into the Dantian.
At the same time, his consciousness was also hypnotized by Zhang Jun, forcing him into a spiritual state of holding pills. Although he was hypnotized, this state was very beneficial to him, which meant that he not only possessed the energy and blood of holding pills
Induction, as well as the mental state required to hold the elixir.
More than a minute later, Du Jing also let out a long whistle. The whistle conveyed the spirit of being high-spirited and proud of the world. He leaned forward and bowed: "Thank you sir, Du Jing is willing to be your slave forever and serve you all your life."
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Zhang Jun allowed him to successfully hold the elixir. This kind of kindness was higher than the sky and thicker than the earth, and he would never be able to repay it in full in his lifetime.
Smiling slightly, Zhang Jun helped him up and said calmly: "Yes, the elixir has reached the third level, and there is a lot to be done in the future. It's just a small effort, no need to be polite. You sit down and rest first, and fully understand the state of mind just now. Remember, holding the elixir is just
At the beginning of your spiritual practice, you have only taken one step in a journey of thousands of miles."
Du Jing received the instruction, bowed three more times, and then quickly returned to the stage to experience the wonders of the elixir realm.
Before Zhang Jun could look over, the third young man also knelt down on the ground. His eyes were red with excitement and he said loudly: "Sir, can I hold the elixir?"
Zhang Jun stared at him, and through the Buddha's eyes, he felt as if there were dozens of wronged souls howling around him. He couldn't help frowning and asked coldly: "You have great qualifications. If you can get my guidance, you can become a third-level elixir. It's just you."
You have done evil all your life and killed countless people, how can I help you?"
The young man was shocked. He was a master of energy transformation at a young age. He had great strength, but did not have the corresponding character to control the power. Therefore, he often committed crimes in the world, robbed, killed, and raped and raped women from good families, leaving behind hundreds of victims.
An unsolved case.
His thoughts flashed across his mind, and he quickly knelt down and cried bitterly: "Sir, I was wrong! I did do bad things before, and I will never do them again in the future. Please help me, help me this time! I will definitely go back to compensate them.
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Zhang Jun didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then waved his hand and said indifferently: "You have good martial arts, and you can actually accomplish a lot. Why do you want to do evil? Since I met you today, I will accept your martial arts." After that,
He pointed in the air.
The young man felt his chest tighten, and all the energy in his body disappeared in an instant. He was frightened and angry, and then he shouted hysterically: "You can't do this, you can't do this..., ah, my energy is me, I am
My energy is gone..."
King Xie Tian came over with a frown, kicked the young man until he fainted, and then dragged him down like a dead dog.
There was silence in the audience, and many people who had secretly done evil with force could not help but feel as if they were dead. It was over! This Mr. Zhang could actually tell whether a person had done evil, so how could he save him and help Bao Dan?
Zhang Jun looked at everyone calmly and said calmly: "You have also seen that holding the elixir is not that difficult."
"We are willing to elect Mr. Zhang as the leader of the martial arts alliance!" someone shouted excitedly.
"Yes! We are all willing to nominate Mr. Zhang as the leader of the martial arts alliance! If anyone disagrees, I will fight him to the death!"
"Mr. Zhang is powerful, has noble morals, and has a broad mind. If such a person does not become the leader of the martial arts alliance, God will not want it!"
The flattering voices in the audience got louder and louder, and the crowd was so excited that it seemed that Zhang Jun suddenly became the savior.
Zhang Jun gently pressed down with his hands, and everyone immediately fell silent, saying calmly: "Thank you for your trust, but before that, I still have something to say."
Everyone raised their ears to listen to what he had to say.
"First, I own a chain of martial arts gyms with branches all over the world. The martial arts gym currently lacks masters to teach boxing. Anyone who is interested can sign up and receive generous benefits."
As soon as these words came out, everyone said one after another: "I am willing to go. It is our honor to serve Mr. Zhang, and the salary will be waived."
"Going to a martial arts gym to teach boxing is a great thing that you can only dream of, so why are you so embarrassed to get paid for it? Count me in!"
Zhang Jun smiled "haha" and said: "Thank you all." Then he paused and said, "Secondly, I propose that everyone set up a martial arts organization and name it the Chinese Wushu League. After the Wushu League is established, various martial arts schools can compete with each other.
Communication and resource sharing are great things for the martial arts community."
Naturally, they had no objections to this point, and responded one after another with another round of flattery. Since Zhang Jun was the leader of the martial arts alliance, let alone other things, there was nothing wrong with setting up a Chinese martial arts alliance.
"Third, after the establishment of the Chinese Wushu League, there should be things to do and things not to do. I will personally invest funds in the Chinese Wushu League for the cultivation of martial arts talents, so as to promote martial arts and make it a national martial art. Let's
Young people all over the world who are qualified and interested can practice martial arts. With such accumulation year after year, the Chinese people's physical fitness will inevitably become stronger year by year, and there may even be a chance to develop the potential of the Chinese people."
After listening to Zhang Jun's words, everyone was moved. This is really a shocking generosity! Martial arts training is basically something that the wealthier people do because it is too time-consuming. If a person wants to study and work to support his family, it is impossible to invest in martial arts training.
Too much energy. If the Chinese Martial Arts League can really provide funds to young people who are interested in martial arts, a large number of young people will definitely become martial arts enthusiasts.
It is conceivable that when the base of martial arts students is large enough, a large number of martial arts talents will be discovered. If this situation continues for ten or several decades, the overall national physique will be improved and become a real martial arts talent.
country.
Although everyone was shocked by this big plan, they still firmly supported it. This was a dream for them.
At this moment, a disdainful voice sounded: "You Chinese people are really ridiculous, establishing the Chinese Martial Arts League? Haha, there were so many masters in China back then, wouldn't they be swept away by the Japanese Empire?"
A middle-aged man walked up to the stage with six young people. They were all Japanese. Their pronunciation was stiff and weird, and the people in the audience could hear it immediately. Everyone was furious and shouted: "Get out of here! You guys are here."
What’s going on, little Japan, get down!”
"Toru, your mother! Where did these Japanese dogs escape?"
"Stop your mother! If you don't go away, I'll kill you all!"
The local dialects from all over the world were thrown at me, and the scoldings made several Japanese people gradually turn pale. The middle-aged Japanese said in a deep voice: "I want to challenge your martial arts leader. What, are you afraid that he will lose?"
The Chinese people hated the Japanese very much, and they were furious when they heard this.
"You're a fool! The leader can kill you with just one sneeze!"
"Awesome! Wasn't your mother beaten by a dog when she gave birth to you? It looks like you were stabbed in the head, otherwise how could you dare to challenge our leader?"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Let's all come together and trample these idiots to death!"
The middle-aged Japanese finally couldn't help it and said angrily: "Shut up!"
It's a pity that no one listened to him. Some people had already rushed to the stage and wanted to come up and take someone away.
Zhang Jun waved his hand and everyone immediately fell silent. He looked at the middle-aged man and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged Japanese raised his head and said proudly: "I am a disciple of the Sword Pavilion under the Japanese Shinto sect, Sword Master Abe Jin Phaeton!"
Zhang Jun nodded: "So you are from Shintoism, you want to challenge me?"
"That's right!" Abe Phaeton looked serious and his eyes were full of fighting spirit, "I passed by this place occasionally, but I didn't expect to meet such a big gathering. As a swordsman, I really hope to compete with you. If I beat you,
It is equivalent to defeating the entire China Wulin!"
“What a big blow!”
"What a disgrace to your mother! You are so arrogant and shameless!"
The middle-aged Japanese ignored the curses below and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Jun, do you dare to accept my challenge?"
Zhang Jun smiled faintly. He could see the other person's cultivation level at a glance. He should have broken through the ninth level of true power, broken through the mental barrier once, and was walking on the half-step magical path. The "Sword Master" in his mouth was probably
A half-step magician. To be precise, this Abe Phaeton is on the road to becoming a sword master, but he is not a true sword master yet.
"Since you challenge me, of course I accept it. But before that, I want to know why you appear here?" Zhang Jun asked. He was very curious about how such a group of Japanese masters could come to the desolate northwest.
Abe Phaeton laughed cruelly: "Let my answer be the prize of the battle! If you beat me, I will tell you."
Zhang Jun nodded and said: "Okay, please take action."
Abe Huiteng pulled out the Japanese sword with a "choking" sound and held it with both hands. In an instant, a real murderous intention shot out and ferociously enveloped Zhang Jun. Everyone in the audience could clearly feel this murderous intention.
A few people vomited immediately, and more people changed their colors in horror. This person is so strong!
Zhang Jun was calm and composed. He had no weapons in his hands and stood there quietly. His true power had slowly spread out and enveloped the entire stage.