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Night.

It's past eleven o'clock.

Under the Forbidden City.

"Damn, why is it raining so well?"

"Bad luck, I waited for half the night, I didn't arrive, and I waited for a rain!"

"Let's go, I definitely won't come, that devil is just in vain, and in fact vulnerable!"

“……”

As said, what should have come did not come, and what should not have come came, but it came in a hurry.

It is said that spring rain is as expensive as oil, but for a group of people in the ancient martial arts world who are already irritable, this rain is not only precious, but more and more irritable.

In the midst of this group of emotions, at a certain moment, suddenly two beams of headlights broke through the heavy rain curtain and shot far away.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of the engine faded from far and near, and finally, disappeared into the rainy night.

The car stopped.

The lights are still on.

The car parked outside the rain-guarded line of soldiers of the capital garrison camp was an Aston Martin.

"It's good to bring an umbrella, otherwise it will be a soup chicken!"

"Okay, I'll talk about it later, get out of the car and get out of the car, I guess I'm waiting outside!"

"It's okay, the master hasn't arrived yet, a big man like the master should just let those people wait!"

“……”

There are four people in a car, Ling Zijun, Mo Meng, and Han Xiaoqin, Han Yumo, mother and daughter.

When I got out of the car, I was talking and holding an umbrella at the same time, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

Shortly thereafter, a black Bentley drove up.

Stop the car!

Lights out!

The cab door was pushed open, and an umbrella came out first, stretched open, and then wrapped in black wide-legged pants, a slender beauty faded out......

"It's here, get off!"

Holding an umbrella, dressed in black like an elf in the night, Tian Yue moved to the back door and opened it, smiling smartly, with picturesque eyebrows.

Wu Dong opened his eyes and walked out quietly.

The world is suddenly quiet!

All the noise is gone, as if the rain has stopped.

Looking at the two people walking quietly under the umbrella, the tranquility, the harmony, it seems that time has stopped at this moment, just to leave this beautiful and moving picture.

It's just that it didn't take long for the silver bottle to burst through the water slurry, and the tranquility suddenly broke.

"All of them, stand upright, take a break, stand upright—"

"Salute!"

"I've seen the head coach!"

"I've seen the head coach!"

“……”

The roar was like thunder, and the anger was in the sky.

It was the zhan soldiers of the capital garrison camp, all with resolute eyes and full of enthusiasm.

It was their voices, when they spread through, penetrating the heavy rain curtain and echoing in every corner of the ancient imperial city, for a long time.

Xu was stunned, perhaps he didn't expect Wu Dong to really come, and for a while, everyone in the defense line was silent.

Wu Dong came to the entrance.

Stopped, his eyes fell quietly on the face full of rain but full of determination, and after a long time, he slowly raised his hand.

"Good work!"

A simple salute, a simple greeting, this moment is worth a thousand words.

In the majestic call of wave after wave, Tian Yue quietly held the umbrella, and Wu Dong silently walked into the crowd.

Behind him, Ling Zijun and a few people were shocked, proud, or playfully sticking out their tongues, and quietly followed.

At this moment, suddenly someone in the crowd sneered: "Shrunken turtle, are you finally willing to show up?"

Full of hostility.

Full of mockery.

It was these words that the resentment that the crowd had been waiting for for a long time was stirred up.

Just before he could attack, he heard a "poof", and the person who spoke was directly knocked away by the palm force, and the blood was on the spot.

Then, Jiang Cuiping walked out with a serious face and bowed deeply: "Disciple Jiang Cuiping, meet the master ......"

In a word, it was like throwing down * bombs, and with a "boom", the crowd was stunned.

Originally, he was shocked that Jiang Cuiping suddenly shot to hurt someone, but at this moment, the crowd no longer had the slightest mind to pay attention to the injured person.

The crowd only knew that it turned out that this "Wu Jiaotou", this "Wu Old Demon", he actually said that Jiang Cuiping, a native of Cuiping Mountain, was the master.

It's just that......

"How is this possible?"

"The people of Cuiping Mountain have been famous for many years, and they are well-known and strong people in the Dao, how can Wu Lao Mo be his master?"

“……”

The crowd was stunned and terrified.

Even Lu Canghai and even Nan Girl Hua Qingwu and others couldn't help but be so shocked that they couldn't speak.

But no one thought that this was just the beginning.

Jiang Cuiping saluted and didn't get up yet, followed by an old man who walked out of the crowd, followed by a number of disciples.

"Taijimen Canghe meets Master Wu, may Master Wu live forever, and the immortal road will be eternal!"

"Taijimen Chen Xiaofeng visits the ancestor!"

"Taijimen Ding Mian meets the ancestor!"

“……”

Another * bomb.

This * bounced down, and there was a loud bang invisibly, and even Lu Canghai was so shocked that he stood up from his chair.

At this moment, Jiang Cuiping is no longer the focus, and Chen Xiaofeng and others are not the target of everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at the old Taoist who called himself Canghe!

Everyone was looking at him, their eyes were terrified, and their hearts were terrified!

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

I don't know how long I was silent, and at a certain moment, someone suddenly lost his voice: "This is impossible!"

With this sentence, the scene instantly got out of control.

"No way, it's absolutely impossible!"

"Canghe Dao Master is the master of the Taiji Gate, and he is also one of the few innate grandmasters today, how can he respect Old Demon Wu as a teacher?"

"That's right, Daoist Canghe must have been deceived, how can this demon surnamed Wu be able to make his old man a teacher?"

"Why can't it, you don't look down on people, if it weren't for the indirect guidance from the master from Grandpa, Grandpa Canghe wouldn't have been promoted so quickly!"

"Please be cautious, my Tai Chi Sect matter, it is not the turn of outsiders to chew the root of the tongue. ”

"That's right, the master is greatly favored by Wu Shizu, and he should be called a teacher, if anyone is not satisfied, he is an enemy of my Taijimen!"

“……”

Except for the very few, no one wants to believe that this is true.

Even if Mo Meng, Chen Xiaofeng and other Taiji people tried their best to plead, they still couldn't change this.

It's just that the majesty of the Taiji Gate is now, and the crowd is still quiet.

Wu Dong also ignored it, and just raised his hand: "No courtesy-"

As graceful as a swan.

That look is actually a forced acceptance of this gift.

The crowd was not angry, and there was a commotion.

At this time, Longquan Villa, Baicao Villa, Tianshan School, Hangcheng Yunjia, Jinling Li Family......

And so on and so forth, and some people came out one after another to salute and greet them.

In the end, even the only Confucian Mansion came, with a respectful attitude and courtesy.

Shock!

The scene finally fell silent.

The silent deterrence made that although there were still people who were secretly unconvinced, they no longer dared to do anything.

And at this time, hundreds of meters away, at the top of the Forbidden City, the figure that seemed to be petrified finally moved.

As his sharp gaze pierced through the rain curtain, silently, an iron-blooded slaughter filled the audience.

Wu Dong didn't seem to notice anything.

"Wait until I get back—"

But he didn't know who he was talking to, and as soon as he said it, his feet soared and he soared.

At that moment, the crowd was full of horror, as if they had seen a ghost......

At that moment, the beauty under the umbrella looked confused and smiled like a flower......

On the night of Qingming Festival, the top of the Forbidden City, the world was shocked by the First World War!

Since then, Wu Dong's reputation has risen, and the name of Wu Xuanyuan has resounded throughout China, and there is a tendency for ancient Chinese martial arts Xuanyuan to be respected.

It's just that for Wu Dong, all this seems so insignificant.

For him, win, that's as it should be.

Even if he has not yet fully completed his foundation, there is still a considerable distance from the congenital, but as a generation of emperors, in terms of combat power, he comprehensively crushes the so-called innate in the ancient martial arts world.

That's the gap!

Even if it is a simple competition of physical strength and strength, the gap between the body refining method is still determined, even if it is innate, Pang Sheng is still far behind him.

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