The Second Immortal Road

　　 There is a stone wall of hundreds of feet in the Zhuchi Garden. This stone wall is carved from a single piece of rock with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. It looks like a huge screen from a distance, which is quite spectacular.

　　 There is a small lake with a width of thirty or forty feet on the edge of the rock wall. The water of the lake is extremely clear. Standing on the shore, you can see swarms of fish at the bottom of the lake.

　　 The small lake is big and small at the other end, and there is a small island on the lake with the big end, and the island is covered with purple bamboo.

　　 There is also a purple bamboo forest on the edge of the small lake. There is a small pond in the purple bamboo forest, which is exactly the same size as the small island in the lake.

If someone looks down from the sky, he will definitely find that this small lake and the purple bamboo forest next to it just form a huge Tai Chi, and the purple bamboo island in the lake and the small pond in the forest are the yin and yang fish eyes of Tai Chi. .

　　 The surface of the lake was quite calm, with almost no waves, but there were some sounds from time to time in the purple bamboo forest next to it.

Two people stood opposite each other in the purple bamboo forest. One of them was a nine-foot man who looked like a giant spirit god. He was two heads taller than ordinary people. His whole body was like a horned dragon. A wild rage.

　　 is different from that big man, the other person is a beautiful young man. He is dressed in a neat white coat and holds a white Yuxiao in his right hand. If he goes out, he is afraid that he will fascinate many ignorant girls.

　　 The big man like a giant spirit **** gave a salute to the white-clothed boy opposite him, and he opened his posture as if he was about to fight.

　　 Really, the big guy got lucky after giving the ceremony, his hands instantly turned red, and at the same time, the blue veins on his hands were bulging, which looked quite scary.

　　 The big man moved his hand to arouse the wind. With a wave of his hand, he drove a burst of energy, and a gust of strong wind stirred his clothes to hunt. This big man is full of pressure, and if someone is not strong, he will immediately give up the idea of ​​resisting.

　　 But the white-clothed boy looked indifferent, always avoiding the big man's punch every time. The white-clothed boy seemed very passive, but his expression was extremely calm, as if he hadn't tried his best at all.

　　 The big man looked a little anxious when he saw that he couldn't beat the boy in white, he couldn't help but roared, and the red on his hand gradually spread to his whole body.

　　 After a while, the whole body of the big man became red. At this time, the speed of the big man's punches has obviously increased by one more level, and the style of his punches is even more amazing. If ordinary people get a punch, they are afraid that they will be seriously injured.

　　 Seeing that the speed of the big man has become much faster, the young man in white is not worried.

　　 Although the big man's fist wind was fierce, he hit all in the empty space, and he didn't even touch the white-clothed boy's clothes, and the white-clothed boy seemed to be able to do it all the time.

In the bamboo forest, besides the two hands-on people, there are also these two teenage boys. One of these two boys is wearing a white robes and has an unusually handsome appearance. He is sitting on a large bluestone with his hands supporting. Ji opened a pair of big eyes and looked at the two people who fought each other.

Another teenager was wearing a pale yellow shirt. Although his appearance was a little delicate, he was far less than the white-robed teenager. He was watching the two hands-on moves intently at this time, and he moved his hands left and right to imitate it. The two moves.

　　 At this time, the battle between the big man and the white robe boy has changed. The white robe boy seems to be tired of fighting with the big man. He no longer blindly avoids, but starts to have some counterattacks.

　　 But in terms of strength, the white-clothed boy is far inferior to the big man. The white-clothed boy still focuses on defense, and slightly counterattacks between defenses.

　　 The time of a cup of tea, the white-clothed boy smiled slightly, and then he slammed backwards and drifted away a few meters away, then he could not stand still, looking at the big man not far away with a smile.

　　 The big man was stunned and was about to catch up with the victory, but his face suddenly turned pale, and he stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

After 　　 fell, the red color of the whole body began to fade slowly, and the breath of the whole body began to wilt quickly. After a while, he struggled to stand up.

　　 "Thank you Huang Youshi for being merciful." The big man stood up and bowed his hand to the white-clothed man.

　　 "Well, you still have to practice more Qianlong Gong, go on, you are probably going to meditate for a few days this time." The white-clothed boy waved to the big man to signal him to leave.

　　The big man saluted the two ten-year-olds sitting on the bluestone again: "Young master, Master Ming's subordinates will retire first." After saying this, the big man turned and slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.

　　 "Uncle Huang, why did he fall? I didn't see any powerful moves you used!" The handsome young man asked after seeing the big man go, this young man is not Zhu Yiwen and who is it.

"Hey, Qianlong Gong stimulates the body's potential, allowing it to explode in a short period of time, which can greatly increase the speed and strength of the body, but this violent state will not last for too long. As long as it is delayed, it can win. But just now, I secretly sealed his acupuncture veins and directly let him exhaust them in advance." The white-robed young man who was called Uncle Huang by Zhu Yiwen chuckled.

"It turned out to be like this, I said why he fell, but that person will have to cultivate for two or three days just because he used Qianlong Gong once." Zhu Yiwen sighed leisurely, supporting his chin with one hand in a daze. Trance.

　　 "Of course, the young master, Qianlong Gong overdrafts the potential of the person, otherwise, where does his power come from?" The white robe boy showed that expression of course. "Qianlong Gong is pretty good, and there are some kung fu that are more domineering than Qianlong Gong, and can even overdraw one's blood qi. However, this type of kung fu is also very powerful, far from the Qianlong function. "

　　 "Uncle Huang, you practice martial arts is the Qingsi Jianjue, then can I practice it too?" At this time, it was the young man in pale yellow clothes next to Zhu Yiwen's voice, and he looked like Han Ming.

"It can be, but Young Master and Ming Master should practice a set of swordsmanship called Huayuan Sword Art. It will be more effective to practice other sword art after they are proficient." Ming smiled slightly, and said gently.

　　 "Hua Yuan Jian Jue? Where to find it?" Zhu Yiwen scratched his head with a puzzled expression.

"Huayuan Sword Art is a basic introductory sword art, which is available in the Cangshu Pavilion, and if the young master and Ming Master want to practice, they only need to inform the Cangshu Pavilion, then there will be a master of sword art. Someone came to teach it himself." The young man in the white robe turned Yu Xiao with one hand, looking extremely romantic.

　　 "Young Master, is there anything else you are confused about, Master Ming? If not, my mission will be over." The white robe boy took a step forward.

　　 "No, my brother and I will leave first, let's go to the library." He jumped down from the large bluestone, patted his clothes and pulled up Han Ming who was sitting aside.

　　 "Big Brother, Uncle Huang is really amazing. He seemed to be completely exhausted when he looked relaxed just now." Han Ming said with some envy. At this time, Zhu Yiwen took Han Ming and walked out of the purple bamboo forest.

　　 "Of course, Uncle Huang is the left and right hand of the Huayimen, my father's left and right hand, but rest assured, we will definitely be better than him in the future!" Zhu Yiwen put his hand on Han Ming's shoulder and said with some pride.

　　 "Oh, but the Nayuangong passed to me by our master, I have only developed a little real energy now. It has been more than ten days before I have made a little progress." Han Ming's eyes were a little bit more disappointed.

　　 This is not to blame Han Ming. It has been more than ten days since the old Hua passed him Nayuangong, and he has only cultivated the thick and thin silk. If you don't feel it carefully, you will never find it.

　　 Han Ming's newly cultivated Na Yuan Zhen Qi gives people a warm feeling, which is far from the cool gas that Wuming Fa Jue cultivates.

"Don't be discouraged, when we choose the kungfu we want to practice, there will be a medicated bath. I heard my grandfather say that medicated baths can greatly improve a person's physique and make it easy to cultivate zhenqi." Zhu Yiwen saw Han Ming feel a little lonely and took a shot. His shoulder comforted.

　　 "I hope so." Han Ming forcibly suppressed the bad thoughts and then leaned forward and let out a long sigh of breath, "Let's go, go to the library to choose Kung Fu."

"That's right, it's so good to be happy. It's like a dull gourd all day long. Don't hold yourself out of illness." Zhu Yiwenyi smiled and rubbed Han Ming's shoulders. Hair, messed up his hair.

　　 "Oh, but!" Han Ming showed a thoughtful expression, as if thinking about something serious.

　　 "But what?" Zhu Yiwen moved closer to Han Ming.

　　 When Han Ming saw Zhu Yiwen approaching him, UU read www.uukanshu. com showed a successful conspiracy smile on his face, "However, I want to rub your hair into a chicken coop."

　　 Han Ming rubbed Zhu Yiwen's hair vigorously, until Zhu Yiwen's hair became messy, then let go and stood a few steps in front of Zhu Yiwen.

　　Zhu Yiwen was stunned, but soon understood; "Okay, brat dare to rub my hair, see my own Zhu's palm hand"

　　 Zhu Yiwen rushed towards Han Ming's position, his hands fluttering with no sign of palm skills at all.

　　Han Ming couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhu Yiwen's posture. He shouted: "It's a Zhu's palm technique, but it depends on my Korean claw skills."

　　 Han Ming also rushed forward, but he knew what claw skills there was, he just kept scratching Zhu Yiwen's waist.

　　 Zhu Yiwen was born in the Fugui family. He has been well-trained since he was a child, and he is far from comparable to that of Han Ming. But at first glance, Zhu Yiwen didn't have any fighting experience, and his strength was useless. How could it be compared to Han Ming, a small cunning man.

　　Han Ming has been scratching Zhu Yiwen’s waist. This is not to hurt anyone, but it is the weakness of most people.

　　 "Haha, itchy, I surrender, brother, don't scratch." Zhu Yiwen surrendered very simply.

　　 Han Ming let go of Zhu Yiwen with a smile, and left Zhu Yiwen a step away in one jump.

　　 "Haha, what a Korean-style chicken feet, look at my invincible boxing from the sky and the earth." Zhu Yiwen opened his posture again and rushed directly.

　　 Han Ming turned around and ran away, still yelling: "It's amazing, it scares me to death, but you can't catch it."

　　 Seeing Han Ming turned around and ran, Zhu Yiwen couldn't help showing a trace of complacency, and followed Han Ming's figure to chase away: "Hey, that little thief will leave, take a punch from my family, and protect your bones."