The war is coming, and there are still three days left.
Three days is not much, but it is not much. Zhang Cheng plans to train hard during this period, recall his previous learning and fighting, and think about his own strengths and weaknesses.
Because in a battle between masters, subtle flaws will determine the final outcome. This is what Uncle Zhang told him.
This is what Zhang Cheng has personally experienced many times. Therefore, at the last moment, he wants to find a quiet place to practice martial arts, look for flaws, and pursue perfection. When he is at his best, it is the moment to face Qin Yingjun.
There is a relatively quiet grove dozens of miles away from Cai's house. During the day, few people come here, but at night there is almost no one.
At this time, the full moon hung high and the stars were dotted.
Wisps of starlight poured down from the sky, falling bit by bit.
A figure is practicing martial arts under a big tree, and the intertwined leaves cast a whirling shadow.
"Yes, that's it!"
"I still have some minor flaws here."
"The Qi sinks in the Dantian. When I explode, there will be a little gap. If I work hard, I can go faster. Since then, there is almost no gap."
As he practiced martial arts, Zhang Cheng's movements became more and more natural, as if there was no connection, and there seemed to be no gap between each move.
"It's interesting."
Suddenly, a cold voice came from not far away among the woods, and at the same time, a figure shot out at an unimaginable speed.
Even Zhang Cheng was a little surprised. The other party hid it so well that he didn't notice it. In a hurry, even Zhang Cheng could only raise his arms and lay them in front of him!
When the opponent strikes, it's not a fist, a palm or a weapon, but a finger.
This scene is familiar to Zeng.
In the past, Zhang Cheng was often used to deal with enemies. One finger represented an elephant strike.
Zhang Cheng didn't think much about it. There are still a lot of skills in the world with one finger, such as one finger inflammation and one attack.
As a result, the fingertip hit Zhang Cheng's arm. In an instant, Zhang Cheng felt all the strength of the other party pouring into his fingers and transmitted to him.
Even Zhang Cheng couldn't help but groaned, stepped back more than ten steps, and a red and swollen mark appeared on his arm.
"Elephant strike!"
Zhang Cheng lost his voice.
Yes, it was an elephant strike. He was very familiar with the object strike. This was indeed an elephant strike, where he concentrated all his strength to hit one finger.
What this person just performed was definitely an elephant strike, but it was a bit unfamiliar. He was not as skilled as Zhang Cheng, nor was he as accomplished as Zhang Cheng.
"Looking at you, it shows that I have found the wrong person. Sure enough, you know how to attack." The person did not continue, but stopped and said.
"Who are you?"
Under the moonlight, Zhang Cheng took a closer look. Opposite him was an old man in robes. His eyes were filled with frowns, but his eyes were looking at him energetically. In addition, there was a mysterious aura surrounding him, which was elusive.
"Don't you remember me?"
The other party asked back.
"It's you!"
From the woods, another young woman walked out. Zhang Cheng recognized her as Dong Yan, a disciple of the Divine Calculation Sect.
Recognizing Dong Yan, Zhang Cheng immediately wondered who this old man was. He was the mysterious old man who was in front of Uncle Zhang's grave. To this day, he has already guessed who the other person is.
"Yes, it's me. I'm the head of the Divine Calculator Sect, known as the Divine Calculator, Ouyang Shun."
The old man introduced, "Speaking of which, you are also my master. According to your seniority, you should call me uncle."
"Joke." Zhang Cheng sneered, "I don't think so?"
Dong Yan was very dissatisfied with Zhang Cheng's rude attitude: "Hey, what kind of attitude do you have? My master is a master in the world, and you can't even hire him if you have money. How dare you treat my master like this."
The fortune teller waved his hand, signaling Dong Yan to be quiet.
"I am not a member of the Divine Calculation Sect, I am just a disciple of Uncle Zhang, that's all." Zhang Cheng said, which was tantamount to severing his relationship with the Divine Calculation Sect.
He didn't have a good impression of the divine calculation sect. Firstly, although Uncle Zhang came from the divine calculation sect, he never mentioned the divine calculation sect. Secondly, Uncle Zhang's tomb was probably done by someone from the divine calculation sect.
That Tengjiao is the biggest suspect.
"King Wu is my senior brother, and I am his junior brother. They are the same master and the same sect. As the successor of King Wu, of course you should call me uncle."
The divine fortune teller said.
"snort."
Zhang Cheng snorted and was noncommittal.
"Hey, I told him back then not to rebel against heaven. The "Tianji Dao" said it very clearly. The fate of three disasters, six disasters and nine illnesses, the king of misfortune, is doomed to a miserable life and no good death. If you want peace of mind,
The only feasible way to spend your old age is to live in seclusion in Shensuanmen, stay away from home for many years, cultivate your body and mind, and avoid disasters. Only then can you comply with God's will and ask God to leave a whole body."
"It's a pity that my senior brother is so talented and overconfident that he thinks that man can conquer nature. With his talent, he can reverse the "Tianji Dao" and change everything. He even wants to pursue the supreme throne, the Nine-Nine Supremes, and become a god."
"He is indeed extremely talented. At first, he could be said to be blocking the killing gods, and the Buddha was blocking the killing Buddha. No one could stop his progress. In the end, he was only one step away from the Nine-Nine Supreme Beings."
At this point, the fortune teller showed an expected regretful smile: "It's a pity that no matter how powerful he is, he can't be God's opponent. God wants you to die, and no one can disobey you. In the end, King Wu will end up with you
I also saw that it would be better if he ended up living alone and miserably in an orphanage, and died of a sudden illness, which is sad."
"But Uncle Zhang did not die without a burial place as written in the Tianji Dao, and he also left a whole body." Zhang Cheng argued.
"Do you think it's over when you die? Even if King Wu dies, his enemies and those looking for him will not give up. By then, his bones will be left."
The divine fortune teller sighed again, "It's not that I didn't want to take his body back to the divine fortune teller sect and return it to its roots. However, that would bring disaster to our divine fortune teller sect. So, at that time, I had to keep him
He is in the South China Sea, and I hope no one will find him in the future. But the secret says that he will be found sooner or later."
He couldn't help but close his eyes. When he thought of King Wu's body being messed up and destroyed, he was angry and helpless.
"What!"
Zhang Cheng changed his color.
For such a long time, because he was busy with his own affairs, he had never been to Uncle Zhang's cemetery since he returned to Nanhai to pay homage to Uncle Zhang.
If someone were to find that grave, the consequences could be imagined. Zhang Cheng's heart sank to the bottom. By then, others might know the secret of Uncle Zhang's survival.
What Zhang Cheng is really worried about is this.
It seems that I have to visit Uncle Zhang's grave tomorrow. Uncle Zhang was not only a benefactor, a master, but also a father to him. In Zhang Cheng's mind, he will always have an incomparable status. There is only one more today. Don't wait.