Great Dao Ji

An Qisheng's arrival attracted many people's attention, and many people talked about it.

He stopped and glanced at several pavilions. There were about 20 to 30 people present. Most of them were energetic and had a strong aura. Obviously, they all had a solid foundation.

"Another friend is coming?"

A calm and gentle voice sounded in the pavilion on the left.

An Qisheng glanced slightly. It was a young man in his twenties or thirties.

He wore cloth shoes, black clothes, silver hair, handsome face and slender figure.

He spoke slowly, but suppressed the voices of other people's discussions.

It can be seen that this silver-haired young man has a very special status. No matter who is in the pavilion, they are inadvertently away from him, but want to get closer.

"An Qisheng, passing by the treasure island, you must come to Yangming to pay homage."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, which was considered a greeting.

He was a little surprised.

The silver-haired young man didn't seem to be much older than him, but he was restrained and had a bit of Wang Zhixuan's flavor.

He is actually a master with great strength.

"An Qisheng"

The silver-haired young man pondered for a moment, as if he had not thought of any master with this name.

But seeing the dragon shaking when he stepped, his feet seemed slow but actually fast, his eyebrows restrained, and his kung fu when he walked, he was obviously a master.

"My name is Jing Xiaolou, the teacher's disciple, and today I am here to receive all of you friends."

Jing Xiaolou stood up, returned the greeting, and smiled:

"Brother An can come to visit, my teacher must be happy."

"Huh? The young master actually recognized him?"

"Why can he get in? An Qisheng, which master has this name?"

"An Qisheng? Is this the disciple of a boxing master?"

An Qisheng has not spoken yet, and the people present are already in an uproar.

Although the grandmaster is easy-going and willing to instruct the younger generation, not everyone is qualified to visit him. It is not because of self-conceit, but because there are many martial artists in the world.

There is not even a threshold, and there is no need to do anything else.

Many people present had come to visit many times, but they always failed the test. How could this ordinary young man be recognized after just one look?

"Friends, do you not trust Jing?"

Jing Xiaolou looked around and spoke lightly.

His voice was neither slow nor slow, but it was like a spring breeze. Although it was gentle, it could not be ignored, and it swept away many noisy sounds.

"We naturally trust the vision of the young master."

One person gritted his teeth and stood up, bowed and said:

"It's just that I came three times and couldn't see the grandmaster. Even if this person caught the young master's eye, he should show us his skills and let us be convinced."

"Yes, young master."

Others did not dare to make trouble again, but they also responded to the man who spoke.

"Your name is Ren Kaiyu. You practiced the art of fighting in the army. Have you been a soldier for a few years?"

Jing Xiaolou stood up slowly, his voice flat:

"You can use the bright force to attack. The masculine martial arts in the army are in your hands. I guess you can compete with the dark force. So, you don't accept it, right?"

"Yes."

Ren Kaiyu gritted his teeth.

Of course he could see that An Qisheng's kung fu had improved, but he had been stuck in the dark force for a long time. After retiring from the army, he had no guidance and was very eager to see the grandmaster.

Although he was a little offended, he couldn't help but stand up.

Huh!

Jing Xiaolou was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved and he looked up.

I saw An Qisheng smiled slightly and walked step by step towards the pavilion where Ren Kaiyu was.

"Hmm? Are you going to fight?"

Ren Kaiyu's eyes condensed, the muscles on his arms bulged, and his fists were clenched.

An Qisheng walked twenty steps in just over ten meters without any hurry, and stopped under the steps of the pavilion.

"You!"

Ren Kaiyu's heart skipped a beat, and his clenched fists couldn't help but open, staring blankly at An Qisheng's back.

Behind him, on the pure white stone slabs, footprints were clearly visible from far to near!

"Hiss!"

The people in the pavilions took a breath of cold air.

The stone slabs outside the pavilions were all selected from the best stones in Yangming Mountain. They were the hardest. They thought they couldn't be broken without tools.

But under the feet of this young man, they were as fragile as tofu.

The difference is really big.

"You can use your hidden power in every step, and lift light things as if they were heavy. Is this the real success of your hidden power?"

Ren Kaiyu's heart was shocked, and he smiled bitterly and bowed:

"I am a dog eye looking down on people, please don't blame me."

"Don't blame those who don't know."

An Qisheng exhaled slightly.

Although he had not practiced his hidden power through his whole body, after the battle between Xinguo and the swordsman, he became more and more proficient in mastering the hidden power.

When he first developed the dark power, he could only use it six or seven times. Now, it is not a big problem to use it fifty times.

"Brother An has already mastered the dark power, and is not far from the transformation power. If you can also achieve this, I will also welcome you."

Jing Xiaolou was not surprised. He bowed to the people around him and his eyes fell on Ren Kaiyu:

"The boxing in the army is the most fierce. In three years, a person who does not know kung fu can achieve great success in the bright power. It is also very hard on the body.

When you leave the army, you will no longer have the treatment of the army. Without the tiger and wolf medicine to fill the gap, your body is already strong on the outside and weak on the inside. What you need to do now is not to be brave and diligent, but to go home and recuperate."

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Xiao."

Ren Kaiyu bowed and thanked him.

"Come back in three to five years, when the bright power will enter the dark power."

Jing Xiaolou smiled slightly, walked towards the pavilion, and waved his hand slightly:

"Brother An, please follow me."

An Qisheng nodded, and walked into the manor with Jing Xiaolou one after the other.

"Brother Ren! This place doesn't work, let's find another place!"

A short man walked up to Ren Kaiyu and said angrily:

"It is said that Grandmaster Xue is the best at supporting the younger generation and teaching kung fu, but now it seems that he is also a person who looks down on others!"

Ren Kaiyu glared and raised his hand to slap him.

Pah!

Ren Kaiyu's hand strength was very strong, and he was merciless. With just one slap, the short man flew three meters away.

"Ah!"

He felt dizzy, his cheeks swelled up, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with an incredible look on his face:

"Brother Ren, you hit me?"

"Hitting you is still too light!"

Ren Kaiyu's face was gloomy, and he cursed:

"Grandmaster Xue has a lifelong martial virtue, and you are a dog thing. Can you question it? Get out of here!"

"Okay!"

The short man staggered to his feet and walked away with gritted teeth.

In the manor, the floor paved with pure white stone has no gaps. There are rockery on both sides, flowers and plants are faint, and at the end of the sight, there is an artificial lake with steam.

On the riverside, one after another Xuanfeng buildings rise and fall, with an indescribable rhythm.

Although the Gong family is so big, the cost of building such a manor between these mountains will naturally not be low.

As they walked, Jing Xiaolou suddenly slowed down and walked side by side with An Qisheng:

"Ren Kaiyu was a soldier for several years, but was forced to retire because of a fight in the army. He is reckless, but he is not a bad person. Brother An, don't bear a grudge."

"What are you talking about?"

An Qisheng smiled dumbly:

"Brother Jing, don't worry, I never bear a grudge."