Global Super Martial Arts: Start with a Hundred Times Understanding

Master Xuan Ming's background was exposed by a few words.

"Haha..." Master Xuanming laughed wildly, and the sound waves rolled like tides, causing ripples in the air. Tang Xiaotian and the others turned pale from the shock and were shocked.

"Real Master Zhang, Old Daoist Zhang, I will destroy him this time when I come out of the mountain, the Tu Zhen Wuzong is full of sects!" Master Xuanming made no secret of his domineering and hatred for Zhang Zhenren.

"It's up to you?" Bai Yunfei sneered, "It's fine for a bereaved dog not to linger on its last breath. If it dares to jump out, if the master can kill you once, he can kill you a second time!"

"Family teacher? Are you a disciple of Zhang Laodao?" Master Xuanming was surprised, "I didn't expect that old thing to accept such a young disciple. Very good, very good, today I will kill you first, take some Interest!"

His face was slightly distorted, his hands were waving, and the cold air gushed out, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the surrounding ground was covered with frost.

"Han Bing's true meaning, the realm of a great master!" Bai Yunfei's expression changed, "I never thought that you, a devil, would become a great master."

Great Master?

As soon as these three words came out, the expressions of all the spectators changed.

The highest achievement in martial arts is the realm of a great master. How many people are there in the world?

Each statue sits on one side, making the imperial power jealous, and no one dares to mess with it.

Jiang Ming listened silently.

In just a few words, I also understand the past.

As for the grand master? He had understood it long ago, but it was just comprehending the artistic conception in the realm of the master, and in the main world, he would be a quasi-martial arts fourth-level expert.

In the main world, the fourth level of martial arts is also called a master, which is far beyond the comparison of the masters here.

The fourth level of martial arts is to comprehend a kind of artistic conception, and at the same time to liquefy the true energy, and to satisfy the two can be regarded as stepping into the fourth level of martial arts. There is only one, which is the quasi-martial arts fourth level.

But in this world, a master who takes half a step after the peak, that is, comprehends the artistic conception, is considered a great master.

But for some reason, I have never heard of the liquefaction of true qi.

"That's right, this old man is the great master!" Master Xuanming calmed down his madness and spit out a mouthful of white mist. He put his hands behind his back and raised his head, as if recalling the past, "I think back then, when Zhang Laodao's disciples used the name of being a chivalrous man , kill my disciples and grandchildren, and step on the bones of my Xuanming Sect to make a name for yourself, I hate you!"

"But old Taoist Zhang is too strong, so what can I do?"

"It can only be planned in secret."

"I thought it was a sure-fire battle. Nearly ten grandmasters, including several strong ones who were close to the great grandmasters joined forces, but Zhang Laodao easily broke up the battle."

"The old man was also thrown off the cliff."

"In the ice and snow, I lay down for ten whole days before I managed to climb into the cave. In those few years, I was neither human nor ghost, but luckily I persevered."

"After recovering from my injuries, I will concentrate on my cultivation, and I will never leave the mountain until I reach the realm of a great master."

"Fortunately, the sky never stops me. I have achieved great feats, comprehended the true meaning of the ice, and stepped into the realm of a great master."

"Haha, great master, really strong, too strong!"

"No, after leaving the customs, I wandered around and inquired about the news. Heh, my Xuanmingzong turned out to be a passing cloud. Standing on the wasteland of the former sect, I stayed motionless for three days: my little one Mingzi, my little Yaner, are all gone, all are gone!"

"Having accumulated endless hatred, I was about to find my old friends from back then, kill Zhenwuzong, kill Zhang Laodao, and wash Zhenwu Mountain with blood. Unexpectedly, I encountered the birth of Shaoyang Jing and Shaoyin Jing, haha, God Treat me well."

"With these two scriptures, the old man will definitely be stronger, and he will have greater confidence in the bloodbath of Zhenwuzong."

Master Xuanming revealed his old background.

Obviously, he didn't care about the opinions of the world at all, and at the same time he was venting the hatred in his heart.

It even declared that he had come for revenge.

"Little baby, now that I know the origin of this old man, tell me, is this old man thinking of beauty? Is it a matter of course to think of beauty!" Master Xuan Ming looked at Jiang Ming.

There was a collective silence around.

You can tell that this is a big devil.

The devil of the Great Master Realm.

But so what?

Even Bai Yunfei, who had an ugly face, didn't dare to continue shouting.

"You're ugly, but you're really beautiful!" Jiang Ming sneered, "Do you want my spoils? Then come up with the equivalent exercises, otherwise, the king of heaven is here, see if you can Take one from Lao Tzu?"

"Little guy, you are so crazy, you really think that you can compete with the big master by killing a few little masters?" Master Xuanming shook his head and laughed.

"A great master can be invincible in the world?" Jiang Ming shook his head, "I don't believe it!"

"What an unbelievable one!" Master Xuan Ming took a step forward, powerful and powerful, the chill was overwhelming, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, "This old man likes an arrogant little guy like you the most, killing him will definitely be incomparable."

But at this moment, he turned his head, looked to the other side, and said coldly: "Is the breath I am familiar with still not coming out?"

He stopped drinking like a cold wave, causing all the spectators in that direction to tremble, and they all backed away, only to reveal one person.

The man was wearing a hooded robe, and he was tightly wrapped in it, even his face was hidden in the hood.

"Brother Xuanming, I didn't expect you to survive a catastrophe and prove the realm of a great master. Congratulations, really congratulations!" The man lifted his hood to reveal an old man with gray hair. He cupped his hands at Master Xuanming and said with a smile.

"So it's you, Situ Ming." Master Xuan Ming immediately recognized him, and couldn't help saying, "You're not dead."

"Back when Zhang Laodao went up the mountain, it happened that I went out to escape a catastrophe. When I returned to the mountain, it was devastated, and the stones were bleeding!" Situ Ming sighed with emotion, and said with hatred, "For so many years, I have been trying to kill you. He, it's a pity, he is too strong, so strong that I can't even think of revenge, I can only wait for him to die of old age."

"If he dies of old age, you will also die of suffocation." Master Xuan Ming snorted coldly, then looked to the other side, "Are you still coming out?"

"The Divine Fist weighs two and two!" A middle-aged man came out from the crowd, followed by several people, all of them were tall and muscular, with explosive power in their bodies.

Chong Erliang cupped his hands: "I didn't expect Master Xuanming to be born again."

"Shenquan Sect, who are you who weighs ten thousand gold?" Master Xuanming asked.

"His father!" Situ Ming said.

"Chong Wanjin is actually dead? Haha, it should be clear." Master Xuan Ming laughed, but said strangely, "He weighed ten thousand gold, but he named his son Erliang, which is interesting, really interesting .”

Chong Erliang showed anger.

Master Xuan Ming ignored it, scanned around again, and snorted: "There are still a few small shrimps, who are not qualified to walk in front of the old man, forget it!"

Finally, he looked at Situ Ming again, and said indifferently, "You should have come here for the scriptures. Since you have come and been bumped into by me, you can't stay out of it. This kid Jiang Ming may be two or two, you choose one to kill. "

"I knew nothing good after being called out by you." Situ Ming said helplessly, "Jiang Ming, this son is amazingly talented, I'm not sure; Not sure. Brother Xuanming, aren't you asking me to die?"

Master Xuanming just looked at him indifferently.

"I'll choose the heavy two!" Situ Ming smiled wryly. He knew that he had to make a move today.

This is an attitude, but also a position.