Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

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"boom!"

The rough, heavy and wide bluestone slab was stunned by the iron rope, which was shining darkly under the sun, and was bigger than the water tank.

A six-foot-tall teenager with a streamlined muscles but a slightly immature face wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Master said, if I can lift this size-B iron lock, I'll teach me the first level of the'Pan Huang Zhen Jing', and now I finally did it." The boy thought with joy.

"Tianyun?"

With a slightly hoarse voice in the vigorous, Ye Tian Yun's body was shaken, and he turned around quickly.

I don't know when, a young man with a height of nine feet and a broad and awkward face; a gray single-clothed but unconcealed young man with his majestic figure stood a foot away behind him.

Seeing the incoming person, Ye Tian Yun looked happy and couldn't wait to say.

"Master, I raised the iron lock of size B."

A smile appeared on the face of the brawny man like a tower.

"I saw."

"Master, you said that as long as I can lift it, you will pass on my'Pan Huang Zhen Jing'!"

"Hehe, of course speaking for a teacher counts. But the'Panhuang Zhenjing' is the supreme Secret Technique created by your master, and it cannot be taught by a direct descendant. Therefore, if you want to learn, you must first become a native. Only disciples will do."

Ye Tianyun scratched his head, puzzled: "Master, haven't I already worshipped you as a teacher?"

Qin Zhong subconsciously used Divine Sense to look at the phantom of the bronze mirror in Dantian.

Only those who have used it know how helpful this thing is to practice. And he is also the symbol of the descendants of Chongshan's lineage.

Coming over, he stretched out his dark-skinned and surprisingly generous palm, and patted the disciple's head.

"You have to pass your master's postgraduate entrance examination to be considered a formal entry. But as a teacher, I believe that with your qualifications, you will definitely pass."

Seeing Master's encouraging eyes, Ye Tianyun nodded vigorously.

"Master, don't worry, I can do it."

"Master believes in you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a shining spirit crane rushed into this small valley, breaking the warmth of the master and apprentice.

"Feihe Biography!"

As soon as Qin Zhong waved his hand, Linghe flew over, and after circling a circle, it fell into his hand and turned into a piece of talisman.

Divine Sense immersed, and the group immersed themselves in the sea of ​​knowledge.

"Quickly come to Wuzhang Peak."

Qin Zhong's heart was slightly shaken, and his eyes filled with a touch of excitement.

"It's been a hundred years, and it's finally about to begin."

"Master...?"

Seeing the disciple's questioning eyes, he smiled slightly.

"Pack your things, Master will take you to see your Master."

"Great, I'm going now."

Ye Tian Yun turned his head and hurriedly ran towards the only wooden house in the valley.

The two masters and disciples took their luggage and left the valley where they had lived for more than ten years, and came outside the mountain.

After more than ten years of seclusion, the outside world has long changed.

High-rise buildings, illusion of lights, everything is different from before.

The two masters and apprentices who had originally planned to take the train were quickly driven out because they did not have ID cards.

"Master, what should I do?"

Seeing the apprentice's eyes asking for help, Qin Zhong scratched his head. If he had his own words, he would pick the train.

But now that I am a teacher, I definitely can't do this kind of sneaky thing.

Qin Zhong was also helpless, thinking that he was once completely consummated, but now Wu Xiu, who retreated to Xiantian due to the external environment, was sometimes stumped by a small certificate.

"Let's go to the station first, it's really not possible, and then think of a way."

Ye Tianyun nodded, he has been with the Master since he can remember, and has been living in the mountains for so many years, practicing martial arts with the Master, and now it is the first time to go out, naturally there is no better idea.

The two masters and disciples didn't have much money. After asking about the route, they walked down the street towards the station.

Passing a park, Qin Zhong's footsteps stopped.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"follow me."

Seeing that the Master had already walked in from the side road, although he was puzzled, he quickly followed.

After walking with the Master for a while, a patchy sound of ‘pop’ came into my ears.

Ye Tianyun's eyes lit up, and he was familiar with this voice.

After the master and apprentice walked around the bushes in front, a small circular square surrounded by tall shrubs, about fifty to sixty square meters, appeared in front of them.

A young man with a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a kind of immature face in his face, he practiced martial arts diligently.

It can be seen that he has been practicing for a long time, and his school uniform is soaked in sweat.

But even so, the spirit is extremely focused, and the arrival of them has not affected the own tricks.

"Master, it's Bajiquan!"

Qin Zhong nodded.

Back then, he went to the Rivers and Lakes and fought against Huo Diange, the famous Baji boxing master. At that time, he had not been able to worship Xu Junming's door, and he had no real information. So relying only on the four elephant palms, it ended in an invincible and undefeated end.

Later, I left the capital and planned to go further and ask for advice.

Unexpectedly, he succeeded in apprenticeship and cultivated the Panhuang Zhenjing, and his strength greatly increased, and he was considered as entering the Martial Dao threshold.

At this point, ordinary kung fu masters, even if it is the so-called Huajin, are too far behind him, so they never go again.

Unexpectedly, a dazzling one, a hundred years later, in this small park, I encountered Bajiquan, watching the young man's gestures, it was obvious that he had the true story.

Recalling the Master's explanation some time ago, Qin Zhong subconsciously urged the phantom of Dantian's bronze mirror and looked at the boy. The bright purple gas above the other party's head condensed into a large bowl, rising and falling, with brilliance, as if there is an infinite mysterious hidden inside.

Under the heavy purple light, there was also a hint of Sacred's temperament in the young man who was serious in boxing, but at the moment the temperament still seemed immature, but it already had the aura of the sunrise and the candle shining the world.

Qin Zhong felt a huge shock in his heart.

The Master once told him that when this world is promoted to the mid-thousand world, a group of sons of luck will be born that condenses the essence of this world, with superb qualifications and constant opportunities, allowing them to find these people to earn income and pass on the tradition.

Ye Tian Yun is that he adopted him from an orphanage nineteen years ago, who was still in his infancy, according to what the Master said. Over the years, Ye Tian Yun really said to the Master, his aptitude is superb and his comprehension is outstanding.

The Daoquan improved from the four elephant palms can be mastered in just one month. After three years, he will be able to change his blood, and advance to Xiantian.

Twelve years later, it has reached the Xiantian late stage, and it is only one step short of being able to catch up with him, the Master whose Spiritual Qi has dropped sharply from the outside world and the Cultivation Base has regressed.

You must know that this is not his time. Spiritual Qi is becoming thinner and more modern. Advanced Xiantian is dozens of times more difficult than it was a hundred years ago.

Ye Tianyun started cultivation at the age of six and reached the Xiantian late stage at the age of 18. He also has a strong Dao heart and outstanding perseverance. He is simply a good Martial Dao seed.

Never thought, he saw another seed like this.

"Master said, luck is expensive with purple! As long as anyone who is covered with purple gas, you should not miss it if you encounter it, and you must earn it into the door."

Just as Qin Zhong's thoughts were flying, the teenager practicing boxing also stopped.

Looking at the side, he was of outstanding stature, with a dark complexion, comparable to a brawny man with short hair like a tower.

"This person is really tall, I'm afraid it's two meters or three meters away!"

Although there are many people over two meters in modern society, there are still very few people scattered in China, which is more than one billion yuan.

More importantly, he felt a strong sense of oppression from the opponent.

It made him subconsciously jealous.

In addition, the young man next to this person looked about the same age as him, but he was extremely strong, with thick finger joints, and he was obviously a martial artist.

However, his strength is definitely stronger than he who has just practiced martial arts for only two months.

Because he felt a strong threat from the opponent.

Seeing the two people staring at own eyes with interest, the young man did not hesitate, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

The thick and slightly hoarse voice made him stop subconsciously.

Turning his head, looked at the two men alertly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Young man, you can practice Bajiquan?" Qin Zhong asked.

Frowning slightly, he nodded after hesitating.

"Seeing that you have practiced quite well, obviously you also got the true pass. Who is your Master?"

"I don't have a Master, this Fist Technique is passed down from my family."

The person who taught himself Fist Technique did not accept himself as a disciple. He was afraid of exposing the other party and causing trouble to others, so he lied about his family.

Qin Zhong smiled. After a hundred years, although he is not smart among the many brothers and sisters, he still has the ability to observe words and colors.

The boy was obviously lying.

But he didn't expose it either.

"What's your name?"

The boy's eyes flashed, "My name is Wang Ye!"

Obviously this name is also fake.

"Back then, I met Huo Diange, and there was no direct disciple of Wang under the Baji Sect."

"Huo Diange?"

The young man's heart pouted.

During this period of martial arts training, he also checked the history of Bajiquan on the Internet. As a disciple of the famous sharpshooter Li Shuwen, Huo Diange was an ancient man who was active a hundred years ago.

If you befriend him, doesn't it mean that this person is at least over a hundred years old?

But from the outside, he looks like he is in his thirties.

Bluffing is not so bluffing.

Seeing the obvious sarcasm on his face, Qin Zhong didn't care, but Ye Tianyun beside him was not happy anymore.

He was raised by Qin Zhong since he was a child, and he is the most tolerant of others despising him like a master like a father.

"Smelly boy, what do you know. My Master uses martial arts to develop 72 acupoint(s) at the peak, and has a life span of 300 years. Not to mention the intercourse with Huo Diange a hundred years ago, that is, your boy will have a dry body in the future. , My Master is alive too."

The boy was startled, but he quickly sarcastically said: "What kind of majesty is Hu, now is the age of science, and what kind of fairy, devil, and monster are all feudal superstitions."

After stopping Ye Tian Yun who was about to speak, Qin Zhong smiled and said: "Youth, the world is so big, it's not what you see now."

After he waved his hand, a magic talisman turned into a group of feather cranes the size of a thousand feet, and the feather crane raised his head and made a long cry, waved his wings and rolled up three people, and instantly rose into the sky.

The speed was as fast as lightning, and he came to the sky over the city in the blink of an eye.

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