Master Shao!

These three words seemed to have magical powers, and everyone present who had heard or not heard of them craned their necks to look at them.

The sun is shining, and the waves are crashing on the shore in the distance. An old man in cloth clothes and shoes walked slowly with his back slightly hunched and his hands behind his back. It's like an ordinary old man, and there's nothing peculiar about it.

"He's Master Shao?"

Zhang Tingting couldn't help but exclaim.

"I don't see anything special, it's similar to the uncle who sells tea eggs downstairs in my house."

The other boys and girls also showed disappointed expressions, in their imagination, Master Shao is a generation of heroes, Taishan Beidou of martial arts, and he should be full of momentum when he appears, and it is best to hug him before and after, and there is a group of disciples or subordinates with extraordinary skills. But the person in front of him walked over leisurely, as if he was walking, how could he feel like a grandmaster.

Hearing this, the old man on the side disagreed, and said in a respectful tone:

"What do you know, Master Shao's spirit and spirit are extremely condensed, and have reached a height that ordinary people can't imagine, you are not martial artists, and it is normal for mortals to not see it with the naked eye."

Chang Ao heard that his color changed slightly, and he asked himself that he had the strength of a black belt, not inferior to the provincial team players, but he was despised by an old man, and he was about to get angry.

The old man came from the place where the water and the sky met, and everyone stood unconsciously like a soldier being inspected by the chief, and as if he had seen the head teacher's elementary school student, with a serious face.

"Oh, there are so many people, so many of them are new faces. Old man, I'm just fighting with Asakawa, are you all here to watch the fight? ”

The old man who came over had white hair and couldn't tell his age, but he was quite steady step by step. He was neither tall nor short, but with his hands behind his back, he looked at the past like a mountain peak, imposing, and mortals could only look up.

Of course, such a lightweight ability can only be seen by the strong people of the Qi Sect, and ordinary people can't detect it at all.

At this time, the old man looked at a man in white.

"I look like you should be the descendant of the Chenzhou White Dragon Fist lineage, how is Zhuang Chuyang now?"

He just glanced at the other party's origin, which shows the breadth of experience.

Chenzhou Bailongtang was once a famous martial arts school, the ancestor Li Qingxuan was a martial arts master in the late Qing Dynasty, created his own White Dragon Fist, was a famous grandmaster at that time, joined the Taiping Army, rebelled against the rule of the Qing Dynasty, and helped Hong Xiuquan fight the country.

Later, the leaders of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had internal strife, and the scenery was no longer good, and they were finally wiped out by the Qing Dynasty, and Li Qingxuan was nowhere to be found. Some people say that he was tired of the world and returned to the mountains and forests to study martial arts until he died of old age, some people say that he was assassinated by the masters of the Qing Dynasty, and some people say that he crossed the ocean to the United States, where he lived a quiet life until the middle of the last century, and lived for more than 100 years.

No matter what the truth is, the White Dragon Hall does exist, after more than a hundred years of accumulation, it is already one of the few martial arts sects in Central and Southern Province, although it has declined in the past ten years, it is still a desirable existence.

The middle-aged warrior looked at the old man, hesitated slightly, and hugged his fist:

"If you go back to your predecessors, your teacher has been dead for ten years."

"Zhuang Chuyang is dead?"

The old man shook his head and sighed:

"When I traveled to the mainland twenty years ago, I had a discussion with him, and I agreed to fight again in twenty years, but I never thought that I would never have a chance again. Zhuang Chuyang is a martial arts wizard. ”

He muttered to himself, and suddenly asked:

"Then who is in charge of the White Dragon Hall now?"

"No, it's just down there."

The middle-aged man said with some apprehension.

"Half-step Xuan Realm, it's not bad at your age, but if you don't become a grandmaster, it's in vain after all, you still need to work hard."

"The teachings of the predecessors are yes."

The middle-aged man in white smiled bitterly and spoke.

The old man walked slowly, looked at another person, and said:

"You are Chen Tianlei's junior, you look a little similar."

"It's my father."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The old man nodded, as if caught in a memory. In his life, he has encountered too many enemies and friends to count, and it is extremely rare to have a slight impression on him.

"Chen Tianlei can be regarded as a master. Back then, he assassinated the leader and defeated the four guards in a row, if he hadn't met me, I'm afraid he would have succeeded. A generation of grandmasters, can be called heroes, I hope you don't lose his face. ”

"That's nature."

Chen Tianlei's descendants said proudly, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the old man.

"The heir of the Bagua Palm, looking at your appearance, you should already be a Qi Sect, although this set of palm techniques is simple, but if you practice to the extreme, you can defeat the grandmaster, as the so-called hundred feet go further, it is better not to be half-hearted."

The other party clenched his fist and should claim to be.

He is the leader of the Baguazhang generation, who entered the peak of the ninth stage ten years ago, and has been working hard for ten years in the hope of taking a key step but always falling short, so he plans to find another way, but now he was broken by the old man, and he immediately blushed.

"Senior, I haven't seen you for decades, your style is better than in the past, I'm afraid you have already entered the realm of kings."

At this time, a man in his forties stepped forward to salute.

"It's a doll from Taijimen, I know you, when you and your master came to visit me, you were still a boy at that time, and so many years have passed."

Seeing that the number one master in Southeast Asia actually remembered himself, the Tai Chi martial artist immediately showed joy.

"By the way, how is Tong Yuanlie, won't he also pass away."

"That's not true, Master, his body is quite strong, and he just traveled to Europe last month."

"It seems that the Xuanjing Grandmaster wants to live longer."

The old man said with a smile.

He glanced at the heroes present, and came out one by one to go through the past, almost everyone's ancestors or masters had the same old as him.

After asking all the way, none of the more than ten people except Tong Yuanlie of Taiji Gate has survived until now, and the most recent one was made two years ago.

"Well, it's all gone."

The old man sighed and looked into the distance, his eyes revealing a sense of triviality.

"Why did he stand there and not move? Why not find a place to sit and relax, or prepare for a warm-up activity in advance? ”

Zhang Tingting said her thoughts, then turned her head to look at Chang Ao behind her, and asked:

"Generally, you have to prepare for activities to warm up before the competition, such as jogging two laps, pressing legs, etc., so that you can play your strongest strength and not be easy to get injured, I'm right."

Chang Ao nodded slightly, looked at the old man in cloth by the sea, and looked at him carefully.

"Sit down and rest? Preparing for the event? Are you kidding! ”

The old man next to him laughed:

"My generation of martial artists has made a move, where do you need any warm-up exercises, that kind of pediatric thing, only non-mainstream competitions will be used."

The old man told the truth, but Chang Ao's face sank behind him, as if he had been ridiculed.

"No, I watch those boxing matches or martial arts on TV, they all have to warm up first, and it's not a short time."

"That's because they're too good. A true master doesn't need that. ”

The old man shook his head, a mocking expression.

At some point, dark clouds gradually drifted from the sky, and a light rain began to fall.

Chen Mengyuan stood in the rain and waited, Zhang Tingting and others brought umbrellas, and some came to see the excitement for a long time and couldn't wait for the start and went back regretfully, but more martial artists were still guarding the shore, and being able to witness the grandmaster duel with their own eyes was more attractive than anything else.

"Why hasn't Ryunosuke Asakawa come yet?"

Zhang Tingting said impatiently.

"The battle of masters, not at this second, often has to wait until the three spirits and spirits reach their peak at the same time before they appear, and strive to play the strongest strength, which is also what the opponent is willing to see. For characters like them, victory or defeat is not the only thing, but more important is to be able to fully show their strength and fight with all their might. Besides, Master Shao has been waiting for thirty years, so what if he waits a little longer. ”

The old man chuckled and shook his head, continuing to pay attention.

At this time, an old man in a black and white robe came to the beach with two men and a woman, and it didn't attract too much attention, it was Wu Xiaoyu and them.

"Master, we haven't started yet."

Wu Xiaoyu looked at Shao Jinsong in the distance and said.

The man in the robe nodded, shook off the dust and walked down the stands.

Everyone watched him go straight to Shao Jinsong, and they were all stunned.

"Who is this old man, could it be that he knows Master Shao?"

"Looking at his appearance, is he a descendant of the Wudang lineage? Or is it the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, or the descendants of Puritanism on Maoshan Mountain? ”

Just when everyone was in shock, I saw the Taoist priest walk up to Shao Jinsong, shake off the dust, and said:

"Master Shao, don't come unharmed."