Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

that night.

On Changle Street, Lu Cang, reeking of alcohol, left the restaurant.

He is about forty years old, with a refined face and a long gown, he doesn't look like a martial artist with perfect external skills, but a scribe.

"This Changping City is really good, it can be regarded as a paradise..."

His face was flushed, and he happily walked towards the inn where he was staying, with a leisurely look on his face, obviously very happy.

"The Jinding Martial Arts Hall can't last for a few days."

"Go again tomorrow, just kick their plaque, I don't believe that kid can bear it, hehe..."

He was thinking about it, but when he walked through a remote alleyway, he stopped suddenly.

"who?"

A few feet away, a tall and straight figure stood in the dark, his face could not be seen clearly, it seemed to be just a back.

Lu Cang's heart shuddered, he was half sober in an instant, and secretly became alert.

"You are Lu Cang?"

A calm and powerful voice came, unexpectedly young.

The figure turned around slowly, his eyes were like lightning, and fell directly on him: "I am waiting for you here, in order to solve some troubles."

Lu Cang felt a little uncomfortable with this gaze, frowned and said, "Are you working for Jinding Martial Arts?"

"yes."

The figure took two steps forward and stood under the light, allowing Lu Cang to see his face clearly.

Zhang Yao looked calm and waved at him: "Come on, give me a hand."

"……good!"

Lu Cang narrowed his eyes, shouted suddenly, stepped forward, and launched an attack first.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

His figure was as fast as a galloping horse, and he stepped over a distance of two zhang. His two arms were like boneless wicker.

"Boom!"

Zhang Yao's fist was steady and powerful, and he easily swung his arms away.

The two fought like lightning, one breath, seven or eight rounds, others could only see phantoms.

After a few breaths, Lu Cang became more and more frightened, not to mention that he couldn't take advantage of it, and even felt unfathomable.

The young man in white shirt in front of him obviously has similar speed, reaction and strength, but he is always ahead of him and stronger than him, crushing him to death.

"His combat experience is so rich? His martial arts are so pure? This is impossible..."

The thoughts in his mind turned rapidly, and he was inevitably distracted for a moment.

At such a moment, Zhang Yao seized the opportunity, opened his door wide with one punch, and hit him directly in the chest with another punch.

"Boom!"

After the dull drum-like sound, Lu Cang retreated again and again, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"You, you..."

He gasped twice, staring at Zhang Yao firmly.

"I just used the Great Vajra Fist from Jinding Martial Arts Hall."

Zhang Yao's expression was still calm, and he said lightly: "Today, I just teach you a lesson."

"If there is another time, I will kill you."

Lu Cang's face showed a hint of ferocity for an instant, but it was fleeting, and he said in a low voice: "I know...you are Zhou An's closed disciple——Zhang Yao!"

"It's spread all over the city of Changping, but your martial arts are average, but you are ruthless, and you don't leave anyone alive."

"But I didn't expect that everyone in the world underestimated you, and your martial arts have already been perfected!"

Zhang Yao raised his eyebrows, and said, "I don't care about some false names."

In the past few years, he has served as the enshrinement of the county guard's mansion, and naturally he has done a lot for the Wang family.

Some of the dirty work is of course not their turn for these priests to do. He is responsible for solving some tricky troubles, so it is inevitable that human lives will be contaminated.

"Pooh!"

Lu Cang spat out bloody curses, stared at him firmly, and said with a hint of threat in his tone: "You can think clearly, you are no longer a member of Jinding Martial Arts, and you still deserve to stand up for them?"

"Behind me is the Kuang Lei Martial Arts Hall. No matter how good your martial arts are, can you be better than the 'Bending Thunder Sky Knife' Zhao Donglai?"

"Ah……"

Zhang Yao chuckled, and said slowly: "It's a coincidence, Zhang also has many friends in martial arts, and he even went to Kuang Lei Martial Arts Hall to inquire about it."

"The treasure you offered can at most make Pavilion Master Zhao acquiesce in your actions. You have achieved it because of your own ability, and if you have not achieved it, it is because you are not capable enough!"

Lu Cang's complexion changed slightly, and he took a step back subconsciously.

"get out."

Zhang Yao waved his hand and turned to leave.

Lu Cang's face was extremely gloomy, staring at his leaving back, subconsciously touched his waist.

"...Fuck you!"

He only hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and pulled out a soft sword from his belt in an instant.

The silver light shone like autumn water, Lu Cang lunged forward and stabbed out with his sword, aiming at Zhang Yao's Mingmen acupoint, the light of the sword flickered and the flick shook like a whip.

He already has nothing, if he can't win the Jinding Martial Arts Academy, it is tantamount to giving away his ancestral treasure for nothing.

"Die!"

Lu Cang's face was ferocious, with murderous intent.

And at this moment, his eyes widened and he saw an incredible scene.

"Shua!"

Zhang Yao turned around in an instant, as if he had eyes behind him, and grabbed the soft sword with one hand at an incredible speed.

At this moment, the speed at which he revealed was fully twice as fast as when he punched just now, so that he could hardly see the afterimage clearly.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yao firmly grasped the shining silver long sword in his palm, no matter how hard he struggled, he remained motionless, the sharp blade could not even pierce the skin.

Lu Cang's figure froze instantly, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Your martial arts..."

His voice was hoarse and hoarse, as if leaking from his throat.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yao's face was expressionless, and he squeezed the long sword into pieces with a slight force in his palm, and took advantage of the momentum to punch out with five fingers together.

"Boom!"

The sound was still as heavy as a bronze bell, and Lu Cang's body flew upside down, with blood gushing out from his mouth, mixed with pieces of internal organs.

He still had a trace of breath in mid-air, but he was dead when he landed.

"You ungrateful animal."

Zhang Yao withdrew his fist, turned slightly cold, and left the dark alley.

…………

Two quarters of an hour later.

Jinding Martial Arts Gym, inner courtyard.

"Master."

Zhang Yao sat on the edge of the bed, holding Zhou An's hand, feeling a little depressed.

His medical skills are good, he has already checked Zhou An's pulse, but Zhou An's condition is very bad, his body is almost a funnel, riddled with holes.

According to his judgment, it is very difficult for Zhou An to survive this winter.

"Ahem..."

Zhou An coughed violently twice, smiled weakly, and comforted him: "It doesn't matter, I have lived enough in this life, and I don't have many regrets."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "Is that problem solved?"

"solved."

Zhang Yao nodded slightly, and said, "He will never trouble Jinding Martial Arts again."

"I knew it, you kid is hiding the real skills..."

Zhou An laughed happily, coughed twice, and then asked curiously: "Have you convinced him? Or forced him to leave Changping?"

Zhang Yao replied: "No, Master, he is dead."