Wang Zhulu walked down a corridor, his fist pounding against the wall, his mouth panting.

Ying Long followed behind him silently, he didn't want to say anything too recklessly, the two walked one after the other for half an hour, Ying Long asked: "Senior, maybe there is some misunderstanding between you and my master?"

"Misunderstanding?" Wang Zhulu smiled, and the narrow corridor was full of his hideous ghostly smile, and he said, "I hope it is a misunderstanding!"

Ying Long was stubborn, he said, "It must be a misunderstanding! Master also said yesterday: He admits that you are the number one kendo master in Beihai City!"

Wang Zhulu turned around, his eyes were as sharp as a cheetah, and he roared: "My king Zhulu, do you still need him to admit it?"

Ying Long looked at this stubborn figure, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he wanted to speak a few times and stopped, and his head was buried deeply.

Wang Zhulu: "Boy, why don't you speak? You don't speak, believe it or not, I pulled that little girl to feed the fish!"

Ying Long wanted to be angry and laugh at the same time, he said, "What's the use of what I said?"

Wang Zhulu's fist knocked the stone wall louder, and he exhaled and asked, "Does he often mention me?"

Ying Long: "Yesterday!"

Wang Zhulu's eyes were covered with a thin layer of tears, the corners of his mouth twitched, he turned around slowly, his agile eyes also dispersed like a low tide, and he continued to walk, his steps were very slow and heavy.

Ying Long said: "Maybe it's a misunderstanding?"

Wang Zhulu's face was as haggard as paper, and his tone was as slow as his footsteps, and he said: "In that Beihai City ring many years ago, I fought with him for five hundred rounds, and he actually used bitter gall powder, and also used a move that I had never seen before, if I hadn't comprehended the supreme sword of the 'Eight or Nine Xuantian Gong' at the last moment, would I still be able to stand in front of you?

Wang Zhulu knew that Ying Long wanted to defend himself, his voice became louder and louder, and he wanted to block all the words from Ying Long's mouth: "I have thought about it for decades, and I have thought about it hundreds of times, and the swordsmen around me have never had a chance! You say that he is not that kind of person, but he knows in his heart: A barbarian sword like me will never be able to defeat his famous and decent family! He will do everything, he is so vicious!"

Ying Long asked, "Senior, what is that bitter gall powder?"

Wang Zhulu scolded: "If I hadn't been born on the island, I might not have been able to escape it that day, if the bitter gall powder gets on the skin, it can immediately invade the internal organs, and Da Luo Jinxian can't save it, if I don't take a few steps back in a hurry, I will die!" He roared, roaring like a lion: "If this bitter gall powder is a coincidence, then what is the trick he used later, I will fight with him for a few days, will' The thousands of changes of the Eight or Nine Xuantian Gong are taught to each other, but he still has a hidden trick, can he also quibble?"

Ying Long drooped his shoulders and sighed: "Then why don't you kill me!" I am his apprentice, he said that he will not accept apprentices in the future, if you kill me, the master may be sad and miserable, you get rid of the hatred, don't complain about the master anymore, okay?"

"No!" Wang Zhulu grinned: "Obviously, there is a more interesting way!"

As the two were talking, Wang Zhulu pushed open a stone door, and with a few taps of his palm, several blue fires broke out in the room, and the firelight was imprinted on the walls of the hall, and nine delicate silk cloths fell, and in the center was a rock bed, and the stone bed glowed with colorful fluorescence.

Ying Long looked around and asked, "Senior, where is this?"

Wang Zhulu said with a smile: "Since I practiced the 'Eight or Nine Xuantian Gong', I have never been here, this kung fu is divided into internal and external skills, and the internal strength needs to be breathed and breathed on this stone bed, until the vitality in the body is practiced to do whatever you want, but the external skills are obtained from these nine paintings, these nine paintings are very difficult to solve, you go and open the left one first!"

The delicate silk cloth was lifted, and the painting was a small silver-white sailfish, shuttling between several white sharks to dodge, Ying Long couldn't understand it, and turned his head to ask Wang Zhulu.

Wang Zhulu stared at the painting for a while, and sighed: "This technique is strange here! It is also wonderful! I can only teach you the method of internal strength and qi regulation, and help you enter the realm of painting, and your teacher of external skills only has these few paintings, how much you can understand, how much you can learn!"

Ying Long was taken aback, he had never heard of such a method of teaching kung fu!

Wang Zhulu shouted: "You will look at this painting for a few hours, and when you learn it well, then learn the next one, I will first teach you the method of adjusting qi and help you enter the realm of painting, don't be stunned, sit on the stone bed!"

Ying Long sat cross-legged on the stone bed, Wang Zhulu pressed one hand on the top of Ying Long's head, and the heat poured in from the top of his head, Ying Long's face turned red and white! His body was cold and hot for a while, and he fell asleep for a while.

Wang Zhulu stared blankly at Ying Long's sleepy face, and said to himself, "Why did Xi Nan pick you?" He looked Ying Long up and down, then shook his head with a wry smile, quietly withdrew from the basement, and covered the stone door.

Ying Long sat on the stone bed, his limbs were cool and comfortable, at the same time, the swordfish in the painting shook the tail of the fish, puffed out the gills, as if alive, swam to his side, Ying Long's body fell suddenly, and a large area of sea water poured into the surrounding area, in a trance, he had become the silver-white sailfish, and the sharks in front of him were baring their teeth and drumming, staring at him menacingly.

The little swordfish dodged left and right, and every time it was touched by the shark teeth, there was a pain in the heart, and what evolved from the pace of dodging was the first form of the 'Eight or Nine Xuantian Gong' - the swordfish potential

Ying Long practiced half a sound in the painting, the more skillful the pace of the "sailfish style", he relied on the "sailfish style" body and footwork to dodge the sharp shark teeth, and then he was really awake, the dim stone room was faintly flashing a few blue flames, Ying Long jumped off the stone bed, the body seemed to be as light and agile as the little sailfish just now, it was at this time, the stone wall behind the swordfish painting quietly opened, a ball of blue fire in front of Ying Long a few times, and then floated into the hole behind the stone wall.

Ying Long followed the blue fire drill man's cave entrance, and the stone wall behind him slammed shut, Ying Long pushed it a few times, but the stone gate was too heavy, and he could only follow the blue fire.

didn't go far, the light in the distance was highlighted, accompanied by the sound of the wind and the waves, all poured into Ying Long's ears, it must be an exit, Ying Long shouted happily: "That must be an exit!"

The blue fire was abruptly extinguished at this moment, and there was a dull sound of gravel in the stone wall, Ying Long knew that there must be a mechanism hidden in the corridor, and rushed towards the bright light, the stone cave was black, and there was a sudden sound of breaking the air, several spears shot out from the left side, and a "whoosh" stabbed Ying Long sideways, Ying Long followed a stop, using the swordfish momentum he had just learned, and his body twisted and dodged.

Then there were more and more spears and arrows, and Ying Long was like a swordfish in the painting, dodging among tens of thousands of white sharks, and the clothes on his body were torn a lot, but he was unscathed and moved straight forward.

The road behind him began to collapse, and Ying Long also broke out of the stone cave at the last moment, with a rumbling gravel behind him, and the waves in front of him, and a bag of air-dried fish tails and a note on the beach outside the stone cave, which read:

"Boy, is there still life?"

Ying Long remembered the danger just now, and couldn't help laughing wildly, picking up the bag of fish tails and running away.