Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Zhao Wumian, with his Hunyuan strength, finished a Wen Sheng Fist, and was impressed by the audience. After cheering, he still had about half of his Hunyuan strength left.

"What a good boy. As expected of me, Zhao Changren's grandson, Zhao Wusheng, come and compete with Zhao Wumian."

Zhao Changren happily stroked his thick beard, praised Zhao Wumian, and asked Zhao Wusheng to come up and compete with Zhao Wuming.

"Yes, patriarch."

Zhao Wusheng responded with clasped fists, and then came forward and walked to the opposite side of Zhao Wumian.

The two of them bowed to each other and then put on airs.

"Let's get started, use all your strength."

Zhao Changren said pointedly.

Zhao Wusheng in the audience thought he was talking about himself, and immediately decided to go all out.

Zhao Wumian squinted his eyes. Although he was only in the middle stage of Ming Jin, his attributes were already close to the peak of Ming Jin, coupled with the effect of buffs.

Even if you don't use Hunyuan energy, you can beat the peak of ordinary Mingjin with just the six-sided Hunyuan body.

Zhao Wusheng beat Taizu Changquan vigorously with one hand, but Zhao Wumian was not quite used to dealing with Taizu Changquan's punches at first.

Zhao Wusheng was smiling, putting Zhao Wumian at a disadvantage.

But soon, Zhao Wumian gradually became familiar with it and easily dealt with it with Wen Sheng Fist without falling behind.

"How is it possible? How can you be so strong? How can you adapt so quickly?"

Zhao Wusheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and he kept asking questions in his heart.

When Zhao Wumian proposed that he wanted to learn martial arts, Zhao Hesheng had considered whether Zhao Wumian should go to the Kong family to study first, or whether to go directly to the Zhao family to study?

However, Zhao Hesheng considered that his son looked like a weak scholar, so he sent him to the Kong family to study.

But I didn't expect that my son had changed so much. Wen Sheng Quan made rapid progress, and his physical fitness improved very quickly.

However, Zhao Hesheng thought about it later and realized that it was quite good. After all, Wen Sheng Quan did train the mind better than Taizu Chang Quan.

When everyone in the audience saw that Zhao Wumian had adapted to Zhao Wusheng's attack rhythm so quickly, they suddenly heard exclamations one after another.

"Zhao Wumian's overall quality is that of Ming Jin in his late stage, but he can still compete against Ming Jin at his peak."

A wise elder with narrow eyes expressed his opinion.

"The main reason is that Zhao Wumian's attributes are too balanced, especially his physique, which is at least three times that of ordinary people."

A member of the Zhao family who opened a martial arts gym in the city was more sensitive to these physical conditions and explained.

While everyone was discussing, Zhao Wumian took a deep breath and murmured to himself.

"It's time to end."

I saw Zhao Wumian adding his own Hunyuan power after using his energy once, and then adding his own Hunyuan energy during his second effort.

It is Wen Shengquan's unique technique of three breaths and two times of energy. When it is not moving, it is as steady as a mountain, and when it moves, it is as fast as thunder.

In one fell swoop, Zhao Wusheng, who was fighting more and more vigorously, was sent flying three or four meters away.

Zhao Wusheng, who flew out upside down, watched. The figure of Zhao Wumian retreating in the distance, his eyes full of disbelief.

Then there was a sharp pain, coming from his back, pulling Zhao Wusheng out of the fantasy world.

"Can the gap between us actually be so big?"

Zhao Wusheng thought with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out. The hands with no evidence of injury had clear joints, slender and fair skin.

This was Zhao Wumian's hand. Zhao Wusheng woke up suddenly and subconsciously grabbed Zhao Wumian's hand.

Then Zhao Wumian used force to pull Zhao Wusheng up.

Looking at Zhao Wusheng who was a little dazed in front of him, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Isn't it because I punched the child and cast a shadow on him?"

Zhao Wumian thought of this and quickly spoke with concern.

"Are you okay? I hit you a little hard just now. Did you feel anything wrong?"

Zhao Wusheng looked at Zhao Wumian with concerned eyes, shook his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm fine. Zhao Wumian, you are indeed very good. I will keep up my efforts."

Zhao Wusheng let go of Zhao Wumian's hand, jumped up and down to show that he was fine, and expressed his kindness to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian felt relieved now. After all, he was his cousin, and it would be inappropriate if he was beaten up by him.

Before Zhao Wumian could continue to say anything, he heard a burst of cheers sweeping over like a tsunami.

Zhao Wumian and Zhao Wusheng turned around together and saw everyone in the audience cheering Zhao Wumian's name.

"As expected of Zhao Wuji's biological brother, I'm still far behind."

Zhao Wusheng watched this scene and silently stepped down from the martial arts stage, leaving all the space for Zhao Wumian.

"This kid is indeed a malleable talent."

Zhao Changren on the stage took in everything and nodded slightly.

Then he turned his eyes full of encouragement and satisfaction to his own grandson.

Zhao Wumian looked at the scene in front of him, and his blood surged subconsciously.

He had to admit that he had fallen in love with the feeling of getting cheers and glory after defeating his opponent.

After the crowd calmed down, Zhao Changren motioned to Zhao Wumian to step onto the podium.

Zhao Wumian struck three times, five divided two, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the podium and came to Zhao Changren and others.

The audience exclaimed again. After all, Zhao Wumian's speed was really terrifying.

Even at the peak of Anjin's general strength, his speed is slightly lower than that of Zhao Wumian.

Although Zhao Changren is well-informed, the scene before him is beyond his understanding.

Even the world's top kicking and light kung fu was far from reaching this level when Ming Jin was at his peak.

At least it has to be in the middle stage of Anjin to be able to match it.

But what about Zhao Wumian? Although Zhao Wumian's strength is a bit too strong, Zhao Changren can still tell that Zhao Wumian's strength should be in the middle stage of Ming Jin.

Zhao Wumian suddenly burst out with such speed that Zhao Changren didn't even know what level Zhao Wumian was.

Zhao Wumian was also a little at a loss, but on the surface he still stood calmly in front of Zhao Changren, waiting for Zhao Changren to speak.

"It doesn't make sense. My speed is at the early stage of Anjin at best, which is just a little faster than some speed warriors?"

Zhao Wumian was confused and could only keep asking himself in his heart.

"Mien'er, let me formally introduce myself to everyone."

Zhao Changren plans to communicate with Zhao Wumian privately later, but now he will leave his time to Zhao Wumian.

"I believe everyone has some impression of me. Let me introduce myself again. I am a martial arts practitioner who has been practicing for half a month, Zhao Wumian."

After Zhao Wumian finished speaking in a brisk tone, waves of roars erupted from the field.

After all, learning from others that Zhao Wumian has only been practicing martial arts for half a month is very different from Zhao Wumian himself saying in public that he has only been practicing martial arts for half a month.

When Zhao Qingqing saw this, he marveled, and then asked aloud.

"Uncle Mian, can I ask you a question?"

Zhao Wumian recognized that this was the strong young man who drove him at the foot of Qinglong Mountain, so he nodded and agreed.

"Just ask, and I'll try my best to answer."

"Uncle Mian, how did you do it and knock Uncle Zhao Wusheng away with one punch?"

Zhao Qingqing rubbed his hands and asked with bright eyes.

"Maybe it's because my strength is so much stronger than ordinary people."

Zhao Wumian smiled and stretched out his left hand, with a slight distance between his thumb and index finger.

"Is it a little bit, or a few hundred million points?"

Zhao Qingqing often watches videos, so he naturally understands what Zhao Wumian's words mean.

So he continued to speak, wanting to pave the way for Zhao Wumian.

"Billionaire's Billionaire."

Zhao Wumian also likes to show off. Naturally, he cannot miss the opportunity to show off when he comes to his door.

With Zhao Qingqing proofing, the audience was asking questions one after another.

Every time Zhao Wumian's answer is unexpected, or Zhao Wumian's answer speaks to everyone's heart.

There will be bursts of exclamation, and everyone present has added strength to global warming.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhao Changren coughed and walked over to Zhao Wumian.

"Everyone understands it almost. Mian'er is also tired, so let's disperse."

As Zhao Changren said this, he motioned to Zhao Wumian to follow Zhao Changde and the others down first to wait for him.

After Zhao Wumian and Zhao Changde go down.

Zhao Changren continued to tell everyone present.

"Everyone has seen Zhao Wumian's talent, so you can rest assured that I will allocate resources to Zhao Wumian. Everyone, go down and rest. You are tired after standing here for a long time today."

"We're not tired."

"It should."

"Zhao Wumian deserves the resources he gets."

Everyone was talking one after another, and then slowly retreated under Zhao Changren's gesture.

When there was no one left in the patriarch's mansion, Zhao Changren clapped his hands.

Several figures emerged from various corners.

"Zhao Da, you arrange for Zhao Liu to Zhao Jiu to hide in the corner and protect Mian'er."

These people are all secret guards raised by the Zhao family, and each one has the strength of the peak of An Jin. The four of them work together and can achieve a four-for-one exchange with Grandmaster Huajin.

The leader, Zhao Da, has the strength of the Huajin Grandmaster and is usually responsible for personal protection of Zhao Changren.

"As you command, Lord Patriarch."

Zhao Da and a group of secret guards bowed and clasped their fists in response.

"Although I don't think there are still people in the Chinese community who want to weigh the weight of Grandmaster Baodan, for fear of being blind."

Zhao Changren put his hands behind his hands and muttered to himself, the aura on his body was as terrifying as the sky was falling.

The spines of Zhao Da and others were even more curved, almost touching the ground.

Then Zhao Changren calmed down his momentum, returned to the amiable state before, and got up to find Zhao Wumian and the others.