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When Wei Zhennan said this, he was very confident, if he didn't look at his embarrassed appearance, he didn't look like a person who had just been defeated, but looked at the old Taoist priest of Changhe like a victor who had returned triumphantly, there was a trace of confidence in his eyes, and he seemed to be able to eat the other party.

As old guys who have known each other for decades, the two sides almost know each other's details clearly.

What does the Taoist priest want to do?

Wei Zhennan knows it clearly, but no one has ever done it for more than a hundred years. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the three major mythological masters of national art couldn't, the Wusheng Mountain Xuanding Dao Chang couldn't, the first master of the Republic of China Sun Lutang couldn't, and Changhe himself couldn't do it.

The old Taoist priest of Changhe looked at Wei Zhennan quietly, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of solemnity and a trace of remembrance, and he said with a smile: "I really can't do it, but Situ Qingnan can't do it either, even if he unites the entire Hongmen, he can't do it." Wei Zhennan, let's go, go back and tell Situ Qingnan that about the scar, I don't think he will pursue it for the sake of his original intention. However, you let him remember that this matter is indispensable, otherwise my Wusheng Mountain and your Nanyang Hongmen will not die. ”

Wei Zhennan frowned, the confidence on his face disappeared completely, and he looked this old Taoist priest up and down as if he was meeting Changhe Taoist for the first time. Then his gaze finally fell on Wang Cheng, who was standing beside the Changhe Daoist, and his expression was very serious when he thought of the majesty of the real dragon between Wang Cheng's shots just now. He said in a deep voice: "Changhe." Do you think your apprentice can?"

Wang Cheng's gaze met Wei Zhennan's. There was not the slightest fear, only a calm, which made Wei Zhennan's heart frightened.

Daoist Changhe smiled faintly: "Why can't my apprentice?"

"He's only eighteen!"

Wei Zhennan looked away, did not meet Wang Cheng's gaze, and said in a deep voice.

Nagatsuru said confidently, "So, he can." You, me, and Situ Qingnan are all old. ”

Wei Zhennan's tone suddenly froze.

Truly. Being young is without qualifications, strength, or foundation, but these are temporary, because young people have a future, and the older generation of them are beginning to decline, and they are weakening every day.

Wei Zhennan was stunned for a moment, his face was ugly, and he said: "You only have two masters and apprentices in your Martial Saint Mountain now, right? Counting your apprentices and grandchildren, there are only three of them." Even if your apprentice grows up in the future. How many people can there be in Wusheng Mountain? Moreover, your own situation. You know better than me, do you think you can keep your apprentice for a few years? When you pass away, Wusheng Mountain will only leave your apprentice, and you will definitely become the target of everyone. ”

"The future of my Martial Saint Mountain doesn't need you Hongmen to worry about us, Wei Zhennan, if there is nothing else, you can go, remember to bring my words to Situ Qingnan, and next time, I Changhe's words will be done." ”

The old Taoist priest of Changhe obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with Wei Zhennan, so he immediately began to issue an expulsion order.

Wei Zhennan's face turned red again, and he glanced deeply at Daoist Changhe and Wang Cheng, the master and apprentice, and then collected his emotions, solemnly hugged his fists and said, "Changhe, this is your own choice." ”

"Walk slowly, don't send. ”

Daoist Changhe looked at Wei Zhennan condescendingly and said lightly.

Wei Zhennan nodded, and said goodbye lightly, and then asked the two young men to lift the unconscious master up, and turned around directly and left here.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Nanyang Hongmen Aokitang and his party suddenly visited, got into a fight, and left after being beaten.

However, they also had gains, that is, except for Wei Zhennan, everyone else had obtained the native products of Wusheng Mountain--jade and jade worth tens of millions! Let the people of Hongmen also see the generosity of Wusheng Mountain, jade and jade worth hundreds of millions, and they said that they would give it away, and Changhe and Wang Cheng did not blink their eyes.

Seeing Wei Zhennan and his party leave, Wang Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, moved his right hand, and just used his right hand to exert force, at this time, the tendons and veins were still a little tingling, and after moving the blood, it was a little better.

"Nanyang Hongmen, it seems that Situ Qingnan is indeed old, so he is not at ease, and if he doesn't do it, he will probably not be able to move. ”

Daoist Changhe looked at Wei Zhennan's back and said softly.

Wang Cheng didn't speak, they didn't know much about the affairs of Hongmen, let alone the special Nanyang Hongmen. However, after Wang Cheng fought just now, he can be sure in his heart that Hongmen's Hongquan is indeed self-contained and very strong, above the three major internal fists of Guoshu.

Old Daoist Changhe turned to look at his apprentice Wang Cheng, who was standing quietly behind him, and asked, "Wang Cheng, do you know what Situ Qingnan and I both want to do?"

Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng, and Zhang Shaoyun all looked at the old Taoist priest of Changhe curiously, wondering what these top masters of the older generation wanted to do.

However, Wang Cheng's face was calm, he nodded, and said, "I know." ”

Daoist Changhe suddenly became slightly curious, he had always been very clear that his apprentice was not only extremely qualified in martial arts, but also had a top IQ, definitely above himself, and immediately asked, "Oh? What do you know, tell me about it." ”

Wang Cheng watched Wei Zhennan's figures disappear before he spoke: "The master and Situ Qingnan, the chief helmsman of the Nanyang Hongmen, are both top masters, and they are also the inheritors of a major sect, and what they want to do is something that neither the mythical master nor the master Xuanding Dao Master can do, such a thing must not be a simple thing." I think that as a martial artist, what I want to do most should be to unify the Chinese martial arts community in the world!"

Daoist Changhe's gaze showed a hint of appreciation again, and then he let out a long sigh, without admitting or denying, and was silent for a moment.

Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng, and Zhang Shaoyun were all shocked, because this kind of thing was something they couldn't think of.

Perhaps, few Chinese warriors in the whole world dare to think about this.

Just like the martial arts alliance leader in martial arts novels, who doesn't want to do it? Everyone wants to do it. But there are only a few that dare to think. And there are only one or two people who dare to do it. There is only one who can succeed!

However, the elder Taoist priest of Changhe and Situ Qingnan both dared to think and dare to do it.

The Taoist priest of Changhe had already acted back then. At the beginning of the founding of the country, when he was in a high position, with the help of the general trend of the world and the general trend of the nation, plus his own strength and the name of Wusheng Mountain, he never succeeded. Many national art families and lone masters fled to Nanyang, Europe and the United States, and Shaolin Wudang and other sects closed their doors and ignored them at all.

And now, Situ Qingnan has just started to act, nearly fifty years after Changhe. However, he can't take advantage of any general trend, and can only rely on Hongmen and his own strength. Therefore, both Changhe and Wang Cheng could think that Situ Qingnan's strength at this time must have reached a peak, and it was also a limit. It got to the point where action had to be taken.

In an instant, the Taoist priest seemed to be much older. Thinking of many things, he patted Wang Cheng on the shoulder, and said: "Old Taoist, I have no hope in this life, and he Situ Qingnan is absolutely hopeless, Wang Cheng, I will look at you." ”

After speaking, the Changhe Taoist priest did not wait for Wang Cheng to speak, and his feet instantly exerted force, and his figure suddenly rose from the ground, and fell into the attic on the second floor again, still sitting down slowly, picking up the teacup and starting to drink tea and read a book.

Wang Cheng gently hugged his fist at the master, did not respond to the master's words, gently rubbed the numb tendons on his right arm with his left hand, and said to Yang Qingyu: "Qingyu, let's go eat." ”

After practicing boxing all morning, the consumption was not small, and several people did not eat, Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun both felt hungry with their chests and backs.

Yang Qingyu just nodded slightly, but did not make a sound, glanced at Wang Cheng, and took a step forward first.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly followed, grabbed Yang Qingyu's hand, and said in a low voice: "Qingyu, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun were also slightly stunned, and then hurriedly followed. They knew that the little couple might have a conflict, so they didn't speak immediately and quietly became a gossip audience.

Yang Qingyu's hand struggled vigorously, trying to break free from Wang Cheng's hand, but after all, her strength was not as good as Wang Cheng's, and she couldn't break free, but her delicate face was full of calm, she snorted sullenly, didn't speak, didn't pay attention to Wang Cheng, and walked forward by herself.

"Qingyu, are you angry?"

Wang Cheng's head was also slow enough to react at this time.

As an apprentice, Zhang Shaoyun almost fell to the ground, and then he was happy in his heart, at least he threw out the master a few streets at the level of pickling girls.

Yang Qingyu's face bulged, as if he wanted to speak but didn't say it.

Wang Cheng thought about the reason in his heart, although his emotional intelligence was not high, but he was smart enough, and immediately thought that it might be because of what happened just now, and hurriedly said: "Just now I was afraid that you would be in danger, so I didn't want you to participate." Moreover, this is a matter between our Wusheng Mountain and Hongmen. ”

Yang Qingyu immediately glared at Wang Cheng, snorted coldly, and said coldly: "Then who am I?"

Wang Cheng looked at Yang Qingyu's eyes, the first time he saw Yang Qingyu look at himself like this, he couldn't help but have a trace of palpitations in his heart, and said, "Fiancée." ”

Yang Qingyu's stiff face couldn't hide a flash of joy, his expression almost collapsed, he hurriedly stabilized, and still asked coldly with a straight face: "Then are we a family?"

Wang Cheng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Is your business my business?"

Yang Qingyu asked in a deep voice again.

Wang Cheng thought about it again, felt that he couldn't refute it, and immediately nodded again: "Yes, but ......"

"You just say no!"

Yang Qingyu immediately interrupted Wang Cheng's quibble and shouted in a deep voice.

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows and said affirmatively: "Yes!"

"Then why did you keep me out of it?"

Yang Qingyu shouted again.

Wang Cheng frowned and said, "I'm afraid you'll be hurt." ”

"I'm happy to hurt you, but I'm not happy to see you treat me as your own, do you understand?"

Yang Qingyu glared at Wang Cheng fiercely, his expression finally softened, stretched out his finger, and tapped Wang Cheng's head vigorously.

"But I don't want you to get hurt!"

Wang Cheng still insisted.

Yang Qingyu got angry again, shook his hand, and said coldly: "I was injured for you, but I am willing, I am happy in my heart." ”

"But I'm not happy that you're hurt!"

Wang Cheng looked at Yang Qingyu's eyes and still insisted on saying.

"You!"

Yang Qingyu was speechless for a while, her breath was short, and her pretty face was flushed. She glared at Wang Cheng fiercely, and struggled hard to break free from the hand held by Wang Cheng, but she couldn't break free at all when she was vigorously held in her hand by Wang Cheng.

So, Yang Qingyu simply didn't speak, and turned his head away from Wang Cheng, and threw Wang Cheng a back of his head with a refreshing ponytail.

Zhang Shaoyun, who followed behind, suddenly shook his head and sighed, looking at the master's back, his face was full of hatred, and he looked like a child who could not be taught. On the contrary, Liu Shicheng's face was full of clouds, this guy also knew about the pimples of martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't know what was wrong with the matter between Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu, because he also thought the same as Wang Cheng.

Isn't it the right thing to keep your women out of harm's way?

Indeed it should be.

However, Zhang Shaoyun, a veteran of a hundred battles, believes that making a woman happy is the first element, even if you don't agree with her idea in your heart, but you have to follow your mouth and make her comfortable, then it's fine. If you talk back to her, if you have to argue one, two, three, then eighty percent will have an accident.

However, from Zhang Shaoyun's point of view, he knew that there would be no accident between his master Wang Cheng and his quasi-master Yang Qingyu. Because both of them are people with one tendon, if they can come together, if nothing else, it will take a lifetime.

The atmosphere became awkward and silent, Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu didn't speak, just held hands and walked towards the cafeteria step by step.

Zhang Shaoyun and Liu Shicheng naturally didn't want to talk and disturb the two, otherwise they would be even more embarrassed when the time came, and they seemed to walk cautiously and step by step, hoping that they would not be discovered. As soon as they entered the cafeteria, the two hurriedly ran away to eat by themselves, letting Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu toss by themselves.

Now it's actually a meal, because almost most of the martial artists have only finished their morning practice until now, and many people eat here, all of them are the top three players in various regions, and a few special junior disciples like Zhang Shaoyun.

Of course, there are also top ten players like Wang Cheng, Li Shengyang and Peng Dong are eating not far away, and it seems that they are also hungry.

But at the same time, there are some senior masters.

When he was cooking, Wang Cheng didn't let go of Yang Qingyu's hand, anyway, he just didn't let her leave him. ordered ten breakfasts for ordinary people, Wang Cheng took the food with one hand, pulled Yang Qingyu to an empty table and sat down, and divided the three portions to Yang Qingyu.

At this time, Monk Yongzheng took Shaolin Wuchan and two other young monks, and a group of four people came to Wang Cheng's side.

"Wang Cheng, my uncle said to let you give up your position, you go to your apprentice's side together, and give us a convenience!"

Monk Wuchan came to Wang Cheng, folded his hands, and said with a hint of pleading in his tone, his eyes gave Wang Cheng a look, and motioned for Wang Cheng to agree. Actually, if it was unnecessary, he really didn't want to provoke Wang Cheng, but this was ordered by Monk Yongzheng, and he couldn't openly disobey it.

Today is a break, and now it is also a meal, so almost every table in this cafeteria is full of people, and it is really impossible for them to find an empty table. And Monk Yongzheng didn't want to sit at a table with others, so he set his eyes on Wang Cheng, who almost humiliated him that day.

As for Wang Cheng's strength to defeat him with one move that day, he believed that it was definitely not Wang Cheng's true strength, and it should be a secret method for Martial Saint Mountain to briefly burst out qi and blood to improve his strength. He also has such a secret method in Shaolin, but it is not so powerful that it can improve a person's strength so much.

If Wang Cheng really had that kind of strength, he believed that the old Taoist priest of Changhe would definitely be even more arrogant!

Looking at Wang Cheng, Monk Yongzheng ignored Yang Qingyu next to Wang Cheng, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. The revenge defeated by that punch, he was unwilling to revenge, that punch had left a shadow in his heart, maybe until he died, he would remember this punch in his heart.

Wang Cheng was still holding Yang Qingyu's hand, Yang Qingyu hadn't looked at him all the time, which made him annoyed in his heart, and when he glanced at Monk Yongzheng, he shouted directly to Monk Wuzen: "No!" (to be continued......)