Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

It was extremely quiet at this time, ordinary people looked at the movements of Yang Jiao and the two with surprise and looked forward to the light. They covered their mouths in surprise and did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing them.

And those scattered immortals and Qi refiners who had doubts even suspected that Wen Zhong was the person Li Tong had specially sought to support him.

The two of them deceived everyone while singing and harmonizing.

But then I thought about it, who is this person?

He was someone who dared to say taboo remarks without any scruples, and was not afraid at all even after offending the Great Heavenly Lord. Even that immortal god had one of his powerful men beat to death.

How could such a wanton and powerful person deliberately arrange things to deceive these ordinary people?

"Master Wen?"

Some people have gradually felt that this person's name is familiar, as if they have heard it somewhere before.

The more tactful and intelligent one was already fully observing the two ordinary boys who seemed to have received great benefits, and wanted to keep their every move in mind.

I hope I can return to the cave in the future and delve into its secrets.

Wen Zhong opened his eyes wide at this time, and the look of surprise in his eyes became more and more prosperous as time went by.

He is not the kind of idle mountain cultivator who only knows how to study the mysteries and enlightenment. He has actually been in charge of the army and brutally killed the Shang Dynasty grand masters with those barbarians who were mixed with humans and monsters!

In such an environment where qi and blood are soaring and the evil spirit is overwhelming, ordinary magic spells cannot be used at all.

When fighting, in addition to the power of magic weapons, they rely on weapons and tactics that seem to be like ordinary martial arts!

And the fact that he was able to repeatedly win in such brutal battles with his enemies relied not only on his martial arts skills, but also on a strong body gained through countless years of practice.

But if Wen Zhong can do this, how can the soldiers under his command have such abilities?

They are just relying on some innate magical powers to show off their evil, but they are still mortal in the end.

Swords, spears, swords and halberds, no matter how they cut or hit, they will still bleed and be injured. One mistake can lead to death.

Therefore, when you see that the movements practiced by the two boys in front of you can absorb the wisdom of the world and strengthen your body, Wen Zhong's surprise can be imagined!

"If such martial arts techniques are as effective as what this storyteller says, then..."

Unknowingly, Wen Zhong was already thinking about how to ask for such a method and use it on the countless soldiers under his command.

If he continues practicing like this, within a few years, he will be able to train an invincible and powerful army for the king!

Thinking like this, he was already feeling uneasy and inexplicably excited.

At this time, the drill between Yang Jiao and the two men was coming to an end.

Although Linbei's ancestor had been a hunter for generations, he was still young and had never practiced martial arts.

The anger in his chest somehow fit the mood of the character in the story, and he obtained a martial arts technique called: The Great Power of the Ox Demon.

Although the practice pictures were clearly described in my mind, the first practice was still stumbling.

But, there is already a little charm secretly emerging inadvertently.

Yang Jiao has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his mother is a fairy, so his physique is already extraordinary.

In addition, the prehistoric world is full of immortal energy, and the physique of the human race living in such a world is far superior to that of people in other worlds from the beginning.

Therefore, he has now passed the stage of tempering his fascia and skin through practice without realizing it.

At this time, I got that: Tiger Demon Bone Forging Art, and started practicing every move in a systematic manner.

I felt the bones all over my body were shaking, and there was unreasonable heat. At this time, my body was red, and there were big beads of sweat dripping down.

But there were waves of unknown coolness pouring in from the outside world and integrating into his body, inside his bones.

In just a moment, he felt his strength surge, as if he had the illusion of tearing apart a tiger, a leopard, and a wolf.

"Roar!"

Wu, Yang Jiao roared loudly, and the heat steamed up from all over his body, almost like mist.

After only doing most of a set of boxing techniques, I felt a little weak, and then I came to clear things up.

Yang Jiao's eyes showed surprise that could not be concealed, and then as if he had reacted, he and Lin Bei, who was also clear, suddenly fell to their knees on the ground.

He said loudly to Li Tong: "Common people, thank you very much for teaching me the Dharma."

"From now on, I am willing to uphold the courtesy of a disciple and serve you forever."

Li Tong smiled when he heard this: "It's all your own destiny, how can you thank me for it?"

"disciple?"

"That's not necessary. I'm quite at home alone, but I don't like being crowded around."

After hearing Li Tong's words, Yang Jiao and Lin Bei both showed extremely disappointed expressions on their faces.

Although I had already expected it in my heart, it seems that Mr. Li, a fairy-like figure, just has kind thoughts and is unwilling to sit back and watch them suffer evil disasters.

This kind of martial arts practice has just been passed down to help them survive the disaster.

And how can people with such low qualifications like them get into the eyes of the Master?

But when I heard Li Tong's refusal, I naturally felt a great sense of loss in my heart.

This is human nature and understandable.

Li Tong naturally knew what these two people were thinking, but what was embarrassing was that he spread the concepts and techniques of martial arts and immortality throughout the ancient times.

But he himself didn't know a thing about martial arts practice. If he accepted them rashly and came to ask for advice, he would be in trouble all of a sudden.

By that time, the image of a superior person that had been maintained with great difficulty was suddenly shattered.

In order to keep his waistcoat, Li Tong reluctantly refused even though he wanted to hire a few more thugs.

Then, without showing his inner emotions, he said to the two of them: "However, I have something else to ask of you."

"Ah! Sir, you are serious."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me. I, Yang Jiao, will do it for you no matter how hard it is."

"It's not a big deal."

Li Tong smiled with satisfaction: "Since you have acquired such a skill, you must naturally take on the responsibility. Not only must you teach it to your neighbors, but you must also shoulder the task of making it popular in this world."

"I also hope that one day I can hear from you Yang Jiao or Lin Bei..."

He lowered his head and stared at the two people below him, a faint smile appeared on his face, and then his eyes drifted forward, seemingly with infinite hope:

"Climb to the top and become a martial arts immortal!"

"Boom!"

Such simple words seemed to turn into endless thunder, shattering all the darkness in the hearts of Lin Bei and Yang Jiao, and making infinite hope rise in their hearts.

"It turns out that sir has not given up on me!"

"In this case, I, Yang Jiao, must become this martial arts immortal and never lose my reputation as a master!"

The two clenched their fists and each made a big wish.

Immediately afterwards, he replied loudly: "I will definitely live up to your trust, sir!"

"alright."

Li Tong waved his hand gently: "Go ahead and practice martial arts with the villagers."

"By the way, calculating the time, it's almost time for the Black Emperor to come back."

After he finished speaking, before he could finish his words, he heard the roar of heavy objects falling to the ground, and scattered pieces of smoke and dust.

Corpses full of demonic aura fell from the sky like rain, piling up on the streets.

Demon blood flowed, almost turning into mud.