The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

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The shower in the old man's hand paused, he raised his head and straightened his waist.

"Former warrior? Didn't the strangling finish before? Why does another one pop up now?"

He knows very well how much harm can be caused to the extent that He Shan Jun has no return.

In the Demon League, there are only three true Millennium Great Demon.

Of these three, two of them are still at odds with each other and are the enemies of life and death.

Only he, the leader, has been mediating and buffering from it.

If a big monster at the level of Mr. He Shan couldn't take that person, then the only thing that could suppress this person would be the thousand-year-old big monster standing at the top of the demon league.

"Do you know the specific identity of the murderer?" the old man asked again.

"I know something. This person is Wei He, his age is unknown, and he looks like a man in his 30s. He suddenly appeared in Ningzhou City a month ago. He has never appeared before." The man in the suit replied in a low voice.

"Immediately notify the other two that they can be suppressed, so that so many big monsters of He Shanjun can't even escape, showing the strength of the other party. At the same time, investigate the previous documents to determine the identity and strength characteristics of the other party." The old man speculated.

"Yes."

"Also, did the ambassador from Xilin go back?"

"Already gone back."

"Then notify the members of the Demon League and officially announce the news about this former warrior Wei He. As soon as possible."

"Yes!"

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In the 61st year of the big moon, the conversion calendar is the Gregorian calendar, March 1841.

Just 30 years after Wei He was silent, he was ready to reappear the real martial arts.

The warlord Xu Mengde openly led his troops to excavate the ancient tomb of the Great Yuan Dynasty. A large number of antique jewellery and other funerary items were excavated from it and sold abroad for military expenses.

This move caused a national shock.

Under the concept that everyone believes that it is safe to enter the land, directly digging a grave and stealing property is a frantic move.

For a while, public opinion across the country became directed at Xu Mengde. Various newspapers and magazines condemned Xu Mengde's inferior behavior in Zhongzhou.

And just now.

Wei Hezheng sat quietly on the bench, watching the gesture of Zhong Ling punching in the front yard seriously.

With his eyesight, it can naturally be seen that many of the routines Zhong Ling learns require the cooperation of real energy and real blood to generate core power.

However, as the environment changes and the zhenqi disappears, these powerful exercises have now become unspeakable false routines.

In the eyes of outsiders, there are a lot of meaningless gestures.

But these are just the tricks that needed real power and blood before they could exert their power.

Soon, Zhong Ling finished a set of lost punches, sweating slightly, stopped, stood still, looked at Wei He, and waited for his comment.

"The action is good, the strength is softer, the physical endurance is also worse, and the rest is no problem." Wei He took a cup of tea and took a sip.

"If you want to combine firearms and blend into combat fighting, then you need to first choose the range of firearms you are good at. Long spears are compatible with long spears, and pistols also have pistol methods."

Since he grabbed the four big monsters a while ago, although one was dead, there were still three, enough to support his next monster meat field plan.

After all, the self-healing power of the big monster is far beyond that of ordinary monsters.

After returning to his senses, he saw that Zhong Ling was still thinking about what he had said.

Wei He asked again.

"By the way, in a few days, I'm going out. You first understand what I said before."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wei." Zhong Ling earnestly clasped his fists and bowed.

"Go down." Wei He waved his hand.

Seeing the more modern T-shirt and black trousers of the other party, he felt more and more that he was not far from the modern society.

Zhong Ling was about to retreat.

"By the way, Mr. Wei, didn't you say that you should look for the old people who remain from the previous dynasty?"

"Well, I'm looking for it. But..." Wei He thought for a while, what if he found it?

Who is able to survive the last natural disaster, which one is not low in cultivation base and low in blood?

Even if he has the infuriating energy conversion device, these people are already old and their potential is low, what way can they go out?

Thinking of this, he was a little bit overwhelmed with the idea of ​​looking for someone again.

After all, even if it was found, it was at best the strength of two blood and three blood.

At this level, coupled with old age and physical weakness, what is the use of facing monsters? Do you send rations?

"Forget it, let this matter go. You go down first." Wei He said lightly.

"Yes." Zhong Ling nodded. He originally wanted to inform Wei He about the situation of his masters.

But now, I am afraid it is meaningless.

After bowing, Zhong Ling slowly turned and left.

After leaving the Marshal's Mansion, he looked back at the somewhat empty mansion, got in his car, and hurried towards the Zhong Mansion.

In Zhong Mansion, Zhong Jiuquan went out to buy goods, saying that he was going to talk about a big business, and he was not at home.

Instead, Zhong Yinxue was playing chess with his mother.

Zhong Ling had no interest in playing chess, so he glanced around and prepared to take a shower and rest by himself.

"By the way, brother, did you see Master Mifang in the Marshal's Mansion?" my sister Zhong Yinxue suddenly asked.

"No, what's the matter?" Zhong Ling questioned.

"That's right, a friend of mine, something has happened at home, and I want to ask Master Mifang to do it.

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Didn't he go to the Marshal's Mansion before? Brother, you have been going to the Marshal's Mansion to learn things recently, I just want to ask..." Zhong Yinxue explained.

"I never go to other yards, and Mr. Wei and I don't talk about other things." Zhong Ling shook his head.

"Really?" Zhong Yinxue asked in surprise.

She looked at her elder brother carefully, and found that in just one month, his body was obviously stronger.

"Brother, are you still learning martial arts fighting and fighting? Is it useful to learn that? You don't work. Recently, my father is forcing me to learn business management again."

"Why is it useless?" Zhong Ling smiled. "Since Dad told you to learn more, you should do more dim sum, your brother and I may rely on you to feed me in the future."

"Hehe, then you wait. When I take charge of all the property, I will send you a pancake every day." Zhong Yinxue said unhappy.

This guy, put his own responsibility to others, do what he wants to do, and want to take care of him in the future?

Dream it this is.

After taking a shower at home, Zhong Ling rushed towards the Zhou Family Martial Arts Hall.

Today is the time to visit Zhou Xingtong again.

He has always respected this master who has taught him a lot of practical experience.

Especially Zhou Xingtong told him his previous experience of how to avoid muskets and bullets.

Each of these precious experiences exchanged for blood is absolutely precious.

Therefore, Zhong Ling always regarded himself as Zhou Xingtong's disciple.

After changing his clothes, Zhong Ling bought some fruit in a gift box on the side of the road outside, and soon came to the Zhou Family Martial Arts Hall.

There were still no students in the museum. Zhou Xingtong lay half on a wicker chair, half-squinting his eyes, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, leisurely and at ease.

A veteran sat beside him, his mouth seemed to be muttering something, his hands were actually knitting a sweater! ?

When Zhong Ling came in, what he saw was this scene.

"Xiao Ling is here? Find a place to sit by yourself." Zhou Xingtong said casually, quite familiar.

"Yes." Zhong Ling nodded. He carried things and put them in the back room, and after coming out, he simply sat on the edge of the flowerbed on the side of Zhou Xingtong.

The sun shines on the old and the young, warm and comfortable.

"Still practicing recently?" Zhou Xingtong glanced at Zhong Ling, whose body shape had changed significantly, and asked casually.

"Well, I'm learning how to fight and fight with Mr. Wei from the Marshal's Mansion." Zhong Ling nodded and answered honestly.

"Don't want to think about the future path?" Zhou Xingtong asked softly.

Obviously he is a rich man, but he doesn't want to inherit the family business.

"Never thought about it." Zhong Ling smiled, showing white teeth.

"Then have you ever thought about what you can learn from these things in the future?" Zhou Xingtong's only left arm patted the arm of the chair.

"Like my old man Zhou, find a place to open a martial arts gym? No one cares, no one takes care of it. Lonely?"

"Master Zhou, the disciple's dream since childhood is this. No matter what I will face in the future, I don't regret it." The smile on Zhong Ling's face narrowed and he answered calmly.

"...You kid." Zhou Xingtong nodded slightly. "It's a pity... we were born in the wrong era... if so..."

"Mr. Wei often says the same things as you." Zhong Ling laughed again. "But I always listen to you, how strong and strong is the first moon a few decades ago. Now you can't see a trace without seeing it, right?"

"Mr. Wei?" Zhou Xingtong smiled, "This is Mr. Wei you are following to learn boxing now?"

"Yes, Mr. Wei's exploration of martial arts is so extensive and complicated, to the point that his disciples are indescribable." When Zhong Ling mentioned Wei He, his face clearly showed a trace of admiration.

He really has never seen anyone who has such a thorough and comprehensive grasp of martial arts.

Such a person is enough to be called a master.

Zhou Xingtong didn't ask any more, just sighed and turned his head.

"Hey old man, do you have anything good at it that you can teach my apprentice?"

He looked to the side of the old man knitting sweaters.

"Yes, the cyclone is legal, the profound spirit nine-dan gong, the flying body technique, the nine-strike of the sky. Which one do you want?" The old Dao stopped his movements and replied casually.

"Tianyin Nine Attacks?" Zhong Ling was taken aback. I seem to have heard this exercise somewhere.

"What?" Zhou Xingtong looked at the apprentice who was stunned.

"It's a coincidence that the disciple is only on Mr. Wei's side, and I have also heard the name Tianyin Jiufa." Zhong Ling hesitated.

"Oh?" Old Dao put down his sweater suddenly, a little interested. "This set of real skills may not be a big deal now, but a few decades ago, not everyone could learn it. It seems that your new master should also be a good one who learned it in Tianyin Sect back then."

"Tianyinmen..." Zhou Xingtong seemed to be lost in memory.

"Yeah, Master Wei He also said that the original Tianyin nine cuttings gave him a good foundation. So after using this set of exercises to simplify it, it is most appropriate to lay the foundation for me." Zhong Ling replied lightly. .

"That's natural, the true power of Tianyinmen...wait...who did you just say..." Zhou Xingtong gave a sudden stop and straightened up like an electric shock from his chair.

Not only him, but the old man on the side also looked serious.

"Master Wei He Wei?" Zhong Ling asked in confusion, a little nervous, not knowing what happened.

"Wei He!?" Zhou Xingtong felt that his brain was about to explode.

"The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate of the Tianyin Gate? The brutal general of the Great Moon Gathering Sand Army,

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On the surface, the big moon prince horse, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is actually the supreme master of the Xuanmiao clan, that Wei He? "

"......" Zhong Ling looked dazed.

Master, what are you talking about? ? These titles that sound so awesome, is it really that Wei He master?

"Why is he... not dead?" The old man on the side murmured and stood up.

"Yeah.... You know, he was the strongest true-blood genius in that era..." Zhou Xingtong closed his eyes and tried to calm the shock in his heart.

He is now very suspicious that the other party either has the same name and the same surname, or is a disguised identity.

It seems that we must go and confirm in person!

If it's that person...that's a cruel hero...

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^