"I have heard for a long time that the master of the Taiji Martial Arts Hall, Zhou Ning, and the Zhou Pavilion are strong in martial arts, and they are admired. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThree days later, when the bright moon shone on the river, at the top of the hero building in the west of Yangzhou, Pan Jun came to compete. ”

A challenge letter signed by Cen Guhong of the Diancang Pai was spread on the table, and the texture of the letter paper was fine kraft paper, and the kraft paper also rendered a faint smell of sandalwood. Obviously, the people who wrote the letters were very high.

"The words are not bad. But...... If you want to challenge me, let's line up first. ”

Zhou Ning sat quietly in his seat, pouted a little painfully, and commented. Then, put the challenge aside.

Underneath this challenge book was a tall stack of challenge books, about a hundred or so - one hundred and sixty-seven to be exact.

For this thick stack of challenge books, although Zhou Ning was calm on the surface, his heart was broken.

Whoever comes will collapse. Just a month ago, he, Zhou Ning, was still a famous grandmaster-level genius in China, admired by thousands of people, which can be described as amazing.

The galloping horse picture he painted was quite Xu Beihong's three flavors, and the galloping horse hesitated to look back, and he was outnumbered.

His copy of "The Sound of Frogs Ten Miles Out of the Mountain Spring" can even be fake and true, with paintings in poems and poems in paintings.

The "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface" and "Huaisu Ti" that he copied are like a shock, graceful and graceful, and it is not easy to make a thousand gold.

Not long before the crossing, he also perfectly reproduced the mastery of the ancients who poured ink into paintings, and was known as the first person in Chinese calligraphy and painting in the past 100 years.

But just because of a hangover, he inexplicably traveled to a parallel world where martial arts flourished, from a genius grandmaster who was famous everywhere to the owner of a dilapidated martial arts hall in Yangzhou.

There are many sects in this world, martial arts have been developed for thousands of years, and modern life is perfectly integrated together, and has reached a new height, in this world, the most respected is not scholars, not masters of various industries, but martial arts masters who can pull mountains and reclaim the sea. In addition to celebrities, the most sought after are the chief disciples of various sects.

In this case, it would be fine if the martial arts were to be world-famous, but the cruel thing is that in Yangzhou City, where martial arts masters are all over the place, his martial arts as the hall master are commonplace, and he has not yet been decided, and he can't even beat many disciples in his martial arts hall.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the mysterious disappearance of his father and the fact that his only sister was studying in other places, with the strength of this body, it would be impossible for him to take over the position of the hall owner.

None of this is nothing, and what is even worse is that a few days before the crossing, this body also greatly offended Shen Rou, the chief disciple of the Seven Flowers Sect.

As one of the largest sects in the southern martial arts of Huaxia, the status of the Seven Flowers Sect in the national art world is somewhat similar to Cihang Jingzhai in the Legend of the Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty - as the chief disciple of the Seven Flowers Sect, Shen Rou's identity can be imagined.

Although he didn't have personal experience, Zhou Ning still clearly remembered that Shen Rou looked at him that day with a complete contempt, as if he was looking at an ant.

In this world, there has always been a saying that "if you don't get a sense of qi, you will eventually be an ant".

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhou Ning's mouth twitched slightly, as a person who had a little temper and a bad temper, he didn't like this kind of look very much.

According to the memory of this body, he didn't know Shen Rou's identity before, but he was lustful, so Mu Shaoai was beaten by the flower messengers around Shen Rou after a conversation, and then, more troubles followed.

After the news of offending Shen Rou spread, Zhou Ning's life was said goodbye to peace and completely fell into chaos.

First, the disciples and staff of the martial arts hall left one by one, and then, there were challenge books that flew like snowflakes, in various formats.

A little more literary and artistic is the kind such as Cen Guhong of the Diancang faction, who asks for a decisive battle with him on the moon at the top of the Forbidden City after a few days.

There are 117 such challenges.

If it's a little more ordinary, it's going to kick the gym directly, and if you don't agree with it, you will start fighting.

There are more 2B points, which require life and death, regardless of life and death, it is determined that death and cripplement are determined.

There are as many as 50 such challenge letters.

The original owner of this body was seriously injured after accepting several challenges, coupled with grief and fear, he couldn't survive after all, and was occupied by Zhou Ning, who crossed over.

"It's really a knife on the head."

Zhou Ning let out a long sigh and buried his body in the wide Taishi chair.

"Bang!"

When I was thinking about how to solve the dilemma in front of me, I heard a loud noise outside, and there was a lot of noise, followed by someone hurrying and rushing in.

Zhou Ning recognized that this person was Lao Dong, the newly recruited doorman today, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Lao Dong said angrily: "Oh no, the pavilion, the owner, yes, someone came to the door, and the door kicked the hall!" ”

"What's all the fuss, isn't it normal for someone to kick the gym." Zhou Ning shouted angrily, exhaled, and asked again, "Does that person have a background?" ”

Lao Dong snorted and said: "That person said that he was Hu Zhiyuan, the big opener of the Hongda Martial Arts Pavilion. If this is really the case, I know that the South China martial arts world ranks three hundred and sixty-four, and we are afraid that we will ...... It's hard to beat, Curator. ”

"364......"

Zhou Ning wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a helpless face, and said, "Of course I know that I can't be defeated, didn't I tell you?" When someone came to kick the gym, they told him that the owner of the hall had something to do and asked him to come back another day. ”

"But...... But. Lao Dong said hesitantly.

"But what?" Zhou Ning asked.

"But he's going to take our signboard away!" Lao Dong said.

"Isn't it just a signboard, let him pick it up, and go to Lao Zhao's house at the corner of the street to buy another one in a few days, just ask him to give us a discount." Zhou Ning said expressionlessly.

Is this self-defeating?

Lao Dong was dumbfounded, seemed a little confused, paused, glanced at Zhou Ning with some sympathy, turned around and walked away.

Where Lao Dong couldn't see, Zhou Ning clenched his fists, and his nails sank deep into the flesh.

Thinking of the encounter in just one month since the crossing, especially the one hundred and sixty-seven challenge books, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

What a deception! This bunch of scum!

……

It was getting dark.

The backyard of the martial arts hall has been abandoned for a long time.

Crawling on the edge of the moss-covered courtyard wall, Zhou Ningjing was shirtless, practicing boxing meticulously.

His footwork was steady and nimble, moving around the stake like a meteor. Make deep footprints on the ground.

After a while, he took a deep breath, sat on the right side of the flat horse, drank a "benefit" sound, and his right fist slammed out, turning into a wisp of afterimage, and hit the stake fiercely.

I only heard a loud sound of "Peng", and the stake shattered into powder.

"This set of Cai Li Buddha boxing is finally almost practiced."

Zhou Ning let out a long breath and reached out to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

All along, there was a secret hidden in his heart.

In his previous life, he had a special talent for learning a skill in a very short period of time, which was the legendary super genius. This is true in calligraphy and painting, and it is also true in martial arts.

Over the past month, he has practiced a set of Cai Li Buddha boxing in the martial arts hall to perfection, and has reached the realm of being strong and soft, steady like a clock, and living like a floating cloud, even compared to some boxing masters.

But as the saying is spread in this world: "If you don't get a sense of qi, you will eventually be ants." No matter how good you are in boxing, you are always an ant in the eyes of a master before you perceive your sense of qi.

This body practice method is a popular set of basic breathing methods in Nanwulin, and it is used to breathe with this basic breathing method while practicing boxing, which has the effect of strengthening the body.

After crossing over, Zhou Ning has successfully integrated this basic breathing method into his daily breathing. However, it may be because of the dark wound on this body, Zhou Ning still feels a little sluggish between his chest and abdomen, and he has never been able to perceive the sense of qi.

How, exactly, can we break through this stagnation?

Just as Zhou was thinking quietly, there was a sudden ripple on the wall of the backyard of the martial arts hall, and then, a void vortex quietly emerged.

"What is this?"

Zhou Ning rubbed his eyes in some surprise and looked at it again.

"Why, this is ...... Space-time gates? ”