Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

　　　　 At this time, above the sky of this world.

　　 There are tens of thousands of flights flying above the clouds.

　　 Millions of people rushed to Hawaii at the same time.

　　 officially started, saying three days is three days. The people with lofty ideals around the world are either participating in the fun, or wanting to pick up the leaks, or even small businesses are all in the blue sky.

at this time. In a flight at an altitude of eight kilometers.

　　 All the people sitting in the first-class cabin were young people wearing white short sleeves and white trousers. There are two big traditional characters behind everyone.

　　—Yongchun.

　　 Two hours after the plane flew, a middle-aged man in the lead suddenly stood up and stood in the aisle, shouting:

　　 "My grandfather single-handedly rushed to the United States and made a name for himself. Back then, my uncle Bruce Lee fought the world invincible. Today, it's our turn!"

　　 All the young people were full of enthusiasm: "Yes, Master Ye!"

　　 The middle-aged man shouted: "The first level is boarding, the second level is swimming, and the third level is to fight foreigners. I am very angry. Why doesn't the Recovery Group let me directly fight foreigners?"

　　 "Yeah, Master Ye, it is obviously unnecessary. We went there to fight foreigners, why not let us fight foreigners!"

　　 "I can beat two foreigners alone!"

　　‘I can beat ten foreigners! ’

　　 "Hey, some time ago, the big brother and the boxer failed in the match. I was very uncomfortable. He went out to challenge the foreigners' boxing skills before he learned his kung fu home. This made us famous. This time we have to fight back."

　　 "In fact, foreigners' boxing also has merits."

　　"..."

　　 On the plane, other passengers looked at them blankly. And some people showed impatience, some were interested, and some were provocative in their eyes.

　　 There are no ordinary people on this plane.

　　 Almost everyone wears real cold weapons. On this plane, 80% of the passengers are illegal people without ID cards.

　　 No one spoke, they all looked at their declarations in front of them with all kinds of eyes.

　　 Beat foreigners, beat two foreigners, beat ten foreigners... Foreigners have become a unit.

　　 Among the passengers, there are also some people who are confused in their eyes. Keep asking the passengers sitting next to him:

　　 "Who are foreigners? Forgive me for being confused, why do they have to beat foreigners?"

A woman next to 　　 was looking out the window and was playing with a butterfly knife. He glanced at the old man. When he saw the old man's flesh and blood all over her body, she was very old. But a pair of eyes are as deep as a deep pool, and they are shining brightly. The woman dared not neglect, and said with a smile:

　　 "Old gentleman, this is based on a movie..."

　　 Then, the woman told him something about the film history of Kungjiang Wutai. The old man was shaking his head constantly.

"Oh."

　　 The old man nodded, then sat down, and fell asleep in a flash.

　　 At this time, a stewardess smiled and walked over and whispered: "Sir, please return to your seat. Don't make noise. It will affect the rest of other passengers."

　　Master Ye stared with both eyes: "We are about to go to war for the country, and mobilize before the war."

　　 "Sir, I know that you are a patriot, but please take your seat back..."

　　 "I Ding Lei passed the lungs, didn't I hear what our Master Ye said?"

　　 The flight attendant took a step back and gave a strong smile: "I understand your feelings very well, and I wish you a victory in this competition, but we have other passengers..."

　　 A disciple said impatiently: "What passengers? Find out, they are just passengers. And we are the ones who will really go to the ring to fight."

　　 "It's not ashamed to say it. A school that has never heard of it. What are you arguing about? Can't you mobilize before the war when you get to the place?"

　　 With an unpleasant sound like tearing steel.

　　 But I saw that a young man with messy hair and a hideous scar on his face walked out of his seat.

　　 He limped a bit when he walked, but when he looked closely, his legs were different in length.

　　 looked at them a little boredly and said, "Miss, please give me a bottle of water."

　　 "Sir, right now."

　　 The flight attendant, like an amnesty, took advantage of this step and hurriedly left and stopped talking to them.

　　Master Ye’s disciple was furious, glanced at the young man, and yelled:

　　 "Tired mother, what's your source of lame lame? Dare to save the face of our Master Ye, what is your name!"

　　 The young man didn’t want to say to them: "Nothing. My name is Feng Yuxiu. You will know me in the future."

　　 "Weird name, what you said just now meant to provoke us Yongchun?"

　　 "What is provocative of you? I have never heard of it."

　　 "What? Unreasonable, don't you know Yongchun?"

　　 Feng Yu Xiu was really puzzled: "What Yongchun?"

"Wow!"

　　 The disciple looked at Feng Yuxiu as if he was watching an alien: "He hasn't heard of Yongchun? There are people in this world who don't know Yongchun? Dead lame, Ye Wen, have you always seen it?"

"what?"

　　 "Bruce Lee, you always know!"

　　 Feng Yuxiu: "..."

　　 He was abducted and sold by traffickers since he was a child, and then he was taken by his master to practice martial arts in the mountains. He only knew a few things about martial arts and didn't know anything about the outside world. Ye Wen didn't know, he hadn't heard of Bruce Lee.

　　Because, strictly speaking, neither of them are considered martial artists. (Afraid of spraying, explain here.)

　　 Ye Wen, a star martial artist who belonged to the opening martial arts hall of Xiangjiang in the last century. If all the ‘mysteries’ are removed, it’s actually equivalent to the famous clubs in certain industries that are popular today. However, martial arts were popular in Xiangjiang at that time.

　　 Bruce Lee, strictly speaking, should actually be classified as a star.

　　Wulin, unlike them, refers to masters, knights, bandits, and desperadoes on both sides of the Yangtze River in the mainland. It doesn't mean those sects. It's similar to what is now said-single-handedly take the wrong side.

　　 School, there are schools and schools. The martial arts in the martial arts school pays attention to one point. If you miss your hand and beat someone to death, let Minger's family kill you and kill your child.

　　The concepts of Jianghu and Wu Lin are completely different. The warriors of that era had to learn real kung fu. They had to be able to kill people, because most of them had dozens of lives hanging in their hands, single-handedly robbed houses, killed people and licked blood. Work. He was chased and killed at every turn, so he had to learn how to survive. If they want to survive, they have to hide their whereabouts and hide their names.

　　 So most of them are solitary, not dare to have family members, otherwise it is easy to be revenge. This is also doomed, the people in the martial arts are not seen by outsiders at all, and the dragon has never seen the head and the end. What they were doing was not a beautiful thing, it was just beautified by the outside world. However, because of the special environment and special identity. Therefore, people in the martial arts will never become disciples of any sect, nor will they learn only one type of boxing technique.

　　 They want to save their lives and kill people at the same time. Can learn light work, and sometimes even learn to open doors and pick locks, that is called more skills and not pressing your body.

　　 The outside world thinks that the people of the rivers and lakes, the warriors, they only practice one type of boxing. But generally this is not the case. If you want to live longer, you have to study **** and how to become stronger. It's just inexhaustible, and learn what is great.

　　 Jianghu martial arts is fundamentally different from the so-called martial art.

　　The school wants to be famous, the more famous the better.

　　 But the warrior wants to be less famous, the lower the key, the better.

　　 In general, Emei Wing Chun, Shaolin Wudang, this is called martial art. Should be divided into-dunya. Because the people who deal with them are actually ordinary people.

　　Feng Yuxiu or Tang Yin are people like that, they are martial arts, they should be classified as the hidden world.

　　 Ji Ji needs the kind, one level higher, more mysterious than martial arts. They are classified as land gods.

　　 But Zhou Xianfu's kind is different from them. It is a cultivator.

　　 This is the messy current world...

　　Feng Yuxiu frowned and looked at them. After a long silence, he shook his head and said:

　　 "I haven't heard of it."

　　 The disciple chuckled, "Then I will let you hear about..."

　　Feng Yuxiu saw him twisting his neck and squeezing his fists there, and shook his head: "You can't."

　　 "I'm **** Lem!"

　　 The disciple seemed to be irritated, and suddenly rushed to the front, hitting Feng Yuxiu's door with a fist.

　　Feng Yuxiu stood there without moving, his eyes didn't change a bit, and he just stood there and let him hit with a punch.

　　 With a bang, a strong fist struck Feng Yuxiu's face.

　　 With a ‘quack’, I saw the disciple’s wrist twisted at a weird angle.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

　　 The disciple backed away in horror, clutching his wrist tightly with his other hand, looking at his soft and painful right hand. There was a harsh scream.

　　 Some people in the back row were in an uproar, but some were expressionless, as if everything was accustomed to them.

　　 Yongchun's people are in an uproar.

　　 Everyone exclaimed, looking at Feng Yuxiu like a monster.

　　 just stood here and took a punch with his face, his face was fine, his hand was broken?

　　 Feng Yuxiu said lightly: "I said you can't..."

　　 said, Feng Yuxiu slowly stretched out his index finger to point at the middle-aged man: "You have to come."

　　 hiss—

　　 The middle-aged man took a frightened breath and felt a panic when facing Feng Yuxiu. But at this time, he can bite the bullet.

'Puff puff-'

　　 The middle-aged man made two gestures, and his wide sleeves twisted up with the sound of wind. Then, he clamped his legs.

　　 The knee bends slowly. A fist was pinned to his waist, and the palm of his hand reached out.

　　 "Master Ye has a great effort!"

　　 "Good internal strength!"

　　 "Master Ye, his head is iron!"

　　 "Take him down three roads, Master Ye!"

　　Master Ye took a deep breath, set up a stand, and said solemnly:

　　 "Yongchun, Ye Ziqiang, please give me..."

With a sound of 　　 ‘咻—’, a breaking wind sounded.

　　 Feng Yuxiu disappeared in place. Master Ye hasn't reacted yet, he just feels a pain in his neck. Then lighten your feet.

　　 came back again. Suddenly found that Feng Yuxiu was standing in his place, pinched his neck with one hand, and lifted himself into the air.

　　 Ye Ziqiang collapsed, trying to struggle in horror, but Feng Yuxiu's fingers only used a light force, and he immediately suffocated, and he didn't even have any strength.

　　 "Master Ye!"

　　 "Master Ye!"

　　 "Let go of Master Ye!"

　　 "No...no...no no no, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Master Ye!"

　　"..."

　　 The disciples were anxious.

　　 There was an uproar in the back row. Everyone's eyes widened. Unexpectedly, someone broke through the limit of human beings and reached the extreme speed so fast!

　　 At this time, the snoring old man woke up again and smiled:

　　 "Young man, good kung fu."

　　 Feng Yuxiu glanced back, looked at the old man for a moment, and quickly said, "Senior is absurd."

　　 said, Feng Yuxiu held Ye Ziqiang in one hand, and looked back at the flight attendant who was already scared. Looking at the pale and beautiful face, Feng Yuxiu grinned with a grinning smile and whispered:

　　 "Miss. Is murder allowed on the plane?"

flight attendant:"…"

　　 I asked this question.

　　What does it mean to allow murder on an airplane? It's not allowed anywhere!

　　 "No, no, no..."

　　 The flight attendant waved her hand quickly: "No, on the plane, murder is forbidden on the plane."

　　 Feng Yuxiu nodded and let go of his hand.

With a bang, Ye Ziqiang fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he breathed fresh air greedily like a fish just ashore.

　　 "Where is my water?"

　　 The flight attendant tremblingly handed the water to Feng Yuxiu: "Thank you...thank you..."

　　Feng Yuxiu grinned and limped back to his seat. The seat belt is fastened.

　　 Yongchun was silent collectively. Everyone turned their heads from time to time and looked at Feng Yuxiu, who was honestly sitting in his seat, and followed the broadcast instructions to make a series of civilized behaviors.

　　 They can't figure out a problem.

　　 In the world, how could there be such an existence... The speed is so fast that it has already broken the biological limit...