Fantasy Realization System

Budo family?

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment. Chen Ziwen didn't have any information about the martial arts family in his memory. All he came into contact with were some cultivation schools.

Although he didn't know what martial arts family, he still smiled and said, "My name is Zhou Ming, not from the martial arts family."

Zhou Ming could feel that Tang Lang's breath was different from ordinary people, similar to monks, but weaker than monks. He couldn't help guessing that Tang Lang was probably an ancient warrior.

"Is Xiaoyou a casual martial artist?"

Tang Lang was puzzled and asked Zhou Ming.

"You can say that."

Zhou Ming understood from these short words that Tang Lang didn't know that there were cultivators on the earth. Couldn't those cultivating schools be hidden from the world?

Zhou Ming recalled that the last time Chen Ziwen returned to Earth was twenty years ago. At that time, when he returned to Earth, some old monsters of China came out to greet him personally. Has it fallen in just twenty years?

Zhou Ming only thought of one possibility, and that was that Tang Lang's level was too low to reach these people at all.

"That little friend came to the city for?"

Tang Lang heard Zhou Ming's succinct answer and asked again.

"I am from Lincheng."

Zhou Ming thought of the ID card he had just applied for yesterday, and said.

"Little friend, please forgive me for the old man's talk. I used to be a member of the China Security Bureau. If there is nothing wrong with my little friend, don't set off the Lincheng storm.

After Tang Lang knew that Zhou Ming was a martial artist, there was a hint of warning in his words.

Security Bureau? Unexpectedly, China has such a special department.

Zhou Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry, I am naturally a good citizen who keeps me safe."

"Can you answer me two more questions?"

Tang Lang couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw Zhou Ming's so good talk. His thoughts moved and he said to Zhou Ming again.

"Please speak."

Zhou Ming seemed very patient at the moment, because the questions that Tang Lang asked were all irrelevant questions to him, because he was not an ancient warrior at all.

"I don't know where the little friends are from? How many years have you been practicing martial arts?"

Tang Lang wanted to clarify the origin of Zhou Ming, an ancient warrior appeared in Lincheng without warning. This was something worthy of vigilance for him.

Tang Lang has retired from the Security Bureau for more than ten years, but he still has not forgotten his duty. It is an obligation that every Security Bureau member must undertake to defend social order.

"The teacher was born unknown, and his martial arts years are unknown."

What Zhou Ming said was the truth. He didn't know who his master was, but he knew Chen Ziwen's master. It's just that he is not his own master, he just inherited Chen Ziwen's memory. Moreover, even Chen Ziwen himself did not have much affection for his master, let alone him.

As for his martial arts years, he didn't know whether his body had practiced kung fu. In his previous life, he practiced martial arts very hard, but with this body, he didn't know how long he practiced martial arts.

For Zhou Ming, he doesn't need to practice martial arts at all now. He has already mastered all the moves. For these complicated martial arts, it is better to simply punch.

Tang Lang observed Zhou Ming's bones. His skin was fair and there were no calluses on his hands. He looked like an ordinary person.

"Can the little friend have two tricks with me?"

Tang Lang made a gesture and slowly opened his legs. A trace of energy kept lingering around the old man with white beard and hair.

Tang Lang has always remembered the truth that people shouldn't look good.

"Forget it, you have a dark wound in your body, it won't be good to hurt you then."

With his hands behind his back, Zhou Ming looked at Tang Lang indifferently.

Tang Lang was startled, how did he know that he had a dark wound in his body? Except for himself, even those comrades who were on duty with him didn't know about this incident. Zhou Ming just glanced at it, could he know that he had hidden injuries in his body?

"Does little friend look down on my old bone?"

As Tang Lang said, he patted Zhou Ming with a palm.

Tang Lang's palm seemed ordinary, and he didn't even have any strength, but just as his palm was about to fall on Zhou Ming's chest, the strength of his whole body suddenly condensed and turned into a palm that could break rocks and bones!

Seeing Tang Lang suddenly attacking Zhou Ming, Tang Lanna, who was standing by the lake, covered her mouth. She had never seen her grandfather make a move, and now seeing Tang Lang make a move, she could feel the fierce force of this palm even though she was separated by a lake.

"boom!"

Just when Tang Lang's palm was about to fall on Zhou Ming's chest, Zhou Ming suddenly took a step forward.

It was this step that caused a circle of vigor to diffuse out of the pavilion, and the calm lake suddenly exploded with a white water column of five or six meters high.

Tang Lang stepped back three steps, staring at the young man in shock.

"Don't do it anymore, when you fall to the ground and die, your granddaughter will be sad."

The lake water sprinkled and brought countless damp water vapor. Zhou Ming glanced at Tang Lanna who was more surprised than Tang Lang by the lake, and said lightly.

"Ahem, thank you little friend for being merciful."

Tang Lang suddenly felt a bit of blood stasis in his chest, and couldn't help but punch Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming waved his hand, "No, no matter what, I also occupied your pavilion today. And I still have some questions for you."

"Little friends, please say."

Although Tang Lang was astonished by Zhou Ming's strength, he still remained calm.

"I want to know, how is the strength of your ancient warriors divided? What are the specific forces?"

Zhou Ming looked at Tang Lang and asked.

"These are the most basic common sense of ancient warriors, is this little friend knowingly asking?"

Tang Lang looked into Zhou Ming's eyes and smiled twice.

"Even if it is, you can answer me."

Zhou Ming touched his nose and asked if he knew it, I didn't even know it! Of course, he couldn't say these words to Tang Lang.

"okay then."

Tang Lang carried his hands on his back, walked two steps in the pavilion, and said: "Ancient martial artist is divided into acquired martial artist and congenital martial artist. All they cultivate are the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. , And the innate martial artist is even more powerful, can achieve volley and void, release the true energy, and even transform the true energy.

The family of Chinese domestic martial arts is hidden in the world. As far as I know, the biggest martial arts powers belong to the two families of Jingcheng Ye and Long. Both of these two have the prestige of innate warriors. Their ancestors retreat all year round. Break the innate and become the realm of Wuzong.

However, in Huaxia, there are only a handful of people who have achieved Wuzong, and these people have not left the customs for more than ten years, and they don't know what level they have reached now. "

When Tang Lang talked about this, he couldn't help but sighed. No matter how high the realm of these martial artists, they would eventually suffer from the ruthless years.

He is ruthless at his age, and it is difficult for him to live with the world.

What a martial artist cultivates is spiritual energy, but does it finally transform into his own true energy?

It seems that there is a real difference between a warrior and a cultivator. For a cultivator, the energy into the body becomes a part of itself and can be used directly.

Through the fight with Tang Lang just now, Zhou Ming also understood that the true qi in this ancient warrior was the physical energy condensed from their own qi and blood, and the spiritual qi in their body was only used as a nourishment for the physical body, so that their body The infuriating energy is only expanding.

The acquired warriors, the innate warriors and the last Wuzong are all based on this principle in Zhou Ming's eyes. The ancient warriors, in the final analysis, have not been able to truly turn aura into their own energy. In terms of strength, the cultivation should be stronger than the ancient warriors a lot of.

However, it is also helpless. People without spiritual roots cannot sense the aura between heaven and earth. It is very difficult to embark on the road of cultivation. For these people, martial arts is also a good choice.

After knowing this, Zhou Ming also gave Tang Lang a fist and said, "Thank you for telling me, I'm sorry to bother Mr. Tang to practice. Goodbye."

After talking, Zhou Ming smiled slightly, and he flashed out of the pavilion and fell to the lake opposite Tang Lanna.

What a fast speed!

Tang Lang didn't even see how Zhou Ming crossed the lake. Zhou Ming appeared on the opposite side of the lean on the railing. This light skill was incredible.

Forget it, go back and discuss the long-term plan.

Tang Lang shook his head and raised the true energy in his body, like a big Peng spreading his wings, crossing the lake.

Grandpa is so handsome!

However, before Tang Lanna was finished, Tang Lang paled and fell into the lake with a plop.

"grandfather!"

The color of worship on Tang Lanna's face instantly solidified, and she grabbed the stone sculpture with her hands and leant on the railing, and she was about to turn over and dive into the water.

At this time, Zhou Ming flew from the opposite side of the lake to the place where Tang Lang fell. He stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed Tang Lang, who was soaked in the air, and was sent to the shore by an invisible force.

"Thank you!"

Tang Lanna gave Zhou Ming a grateful look, and hurriedly checked Tang Lang's situation.

Just now, my grandpa also performed a light water float, how could he suddenly fall into the water?

Tang Lanna always knew that her grandfather's body was stronger than those of those young and young. Only then did she show her hands and fell into the lake so weakly. Could this be the reason why her grandfather did not want to teach her kung fu?

"Grandpa, hold on! I'll call and take you to the hospital!"

Tang Lanna did a simple heart press on Tang Lang, causing him to spit out a few mouthfuls of lake water, but Tang Lang's face became paler and weaker.

"Let me come, your grandfather will be dead long ago when he is sent to the hospital."

Tang Lanna just picked up the phone and pressed the emergency number, a voice rang behind her.

"Please save my grandpa! As long as you can save my grandpa, you can do anything you want me to do!"

Tang Lanna stood up and stepped aside. She has a deep relationship with her grandfather. When encountering such a critical situation, the little girl's heart has long been upset, and she spoke to Zhou Ming without a word.

Seeing Tang Lanna's red eyes, Zhou Ming sighed, squatted next to Tang Lang, reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Just now in the pavilion, Zhou Ming felt that this old man's aura was a little undulating, Tang Lang's face was normal and his body was healthy, but it was this breath that betrayed the fact that he was injured.

Zhou Ming's eyes were so harsh, he knew at a glance that Tang Lang's situation was caused by his internal injuries. Moreover, it is still old and old.

Tang Lang had been lucky for many times. He should have accidentally touched the hidden wound in his body, and he and he tried each other again. This injury should have completely erupted.

Zhou Ming had actually reminded Tang Lang, but he didn't listen to advice, but in the end he harmed himself.

Gently pressed **** on Tang Lang’s right wrist, Zhou Ming closed his eyes, he carefully felt Tang Lang’s messy pulse, and looked for Tang Lang’s crux. The aura in his body continued to follow. Tang Lang's meridians wandered around.

Soon, Zhou Ming found a place in Tang Lang's body where Qi and blood had stagnated. In that place, a mass of things blocked the movement of Zhen Qi in Tang Lang's body.

Zhou Ming controlled his aura to rush upwards, and instantly washed away the mass of things!

Letting go, Zhou Ming patted Tang Lang on the chest. Tang Lang sat up and vomited a big mouthful of black blood.

"grandfather!"

Seeing Tang Lang vomiting blood, Tang Lanna thought Zhou Ming was trying to harm her grandfather, and immediately wanted to push him away.

"Don't worry, your grandpa is okay."

Zhou Ming didn't let Tang Lanna push herself away, so she stood up and walked aside.

Tang Lanna quickly supported Tang Lang and asked anxiously: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"It's okay."

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Tang Lang woke up. He waved his hand to Tang Lanna, then stood up and walked to Zhou Ming. The inspector thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for saving my life and curing my internal injuries."

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of effort. It's just your return to tell me the ancient warrior information."

Zhou Ming smiled softly and disappeared in front of Tang Lang and Tang Lanna.

"Grandpa, when did you get hurt? Why don't I know?"

Tang Lanna was very strange, Tang Lang never told her that she had been injured.

"Haha, it's all when you were young, so you don't need to mention it."

Tang Lang laughed, his internal injuries removed, he was obviously very happy.

"Grandpa, who was that young man just now? Looks so amazing."

Tang Lanna's beautiful eyes flickered, and she was very curious when she remembered the scene of Zhou Ming and Tang Lang's encounter in the pavilion, and his mysterious figure.

"Remember, his name is Zhou Ming. He is not only your grandfather's lifesaver, but also the great benefactor of the entire Tang family!"

Tang Lang stretched out his hand and touched Tang Lanna's head, showing kindness.

Zhou Ming not only helped him remove the blood from his body, but also kept his spirit energy in his body and healed his injury. Although Tang Lang didn't know how Zhou Ming managed to control the aura, but for him, now Zhou Ming has become his Tang Lang's great benefactor.

Tang Lanna tilted her head and nodded thoughtfully...

After leaving the green park, Zhou Ming did not find a place to practice. Outdoors, unexpected situations are prone to occur, and it is not suitable for cultivation at all, and being so disturbed by Tang Lang and Tang Lanna, Zhou Ming's thoughts of cultivation are gone.

He took out the fruit phone and dialed Li Xingwen's number, but the guy's phone was still turned off.

Zhou Ming turned to the iPhone in his hand, thinking about his own body.

Calling the landlord Bing Chengyang, Zhou Ming can be sure that something has happened, but whether his body is still there or not is always a mystery.

In the company, apart from being familiar with Li Xingwen, most of the others are real colleagues. They communicate with each other at work but have no contact after get off work.

He actually wants to call his former boss directly or dial the company, but these two may not work. His former boss is a very strict middle-aged man, he can't do anything except work. Bother.

Zhou Ming has already figured out the company's rules. Most people call there basically just a few sets of official greetings. It is basically impossible to find someone on the phone.

It's better to go to the magic city by yourself, Zhou Ming sighed, just want to put away the mobile phone in his hand.

"Yooo~"

A provocative cry came, and two yellow hairs riding on little e-donkeys suddenly passed by Zhou Ming and snatched the mobile phone from him!

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