"What's the panic?"

"What's there to panic about?"

"Rough calculations have been going on for thousands of years since the dispute began."

"A group of sanctimonious guys, claiming to be righteous, denounced us as heretical, this thousand-year-old confrontation between good and evil, after all, is just one thing to lose."

A confident snort of disdain came out of the portal.

"Having said that, how to arrange it, you can arrange it."

Just because you're not afraid doesn't mean you're numb.

Another figure hurried to his feet.

"Something happened!"

"All the personnel of a collection point have been killed!"

With an indescribable solemn and solemn expression, a stack of clear photos was taken out.

"Three Emperors Cannon Hammer?"

"With such a skill of the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer, could it be that that old thing can't stand the loneliness and shoot?"

took the photos showing the domineering killing, which made the atmosphere unconsciously more solemn.

"With that old guy's mental age, he wouldn't be able to make such a domineering punch."

There is an old saying that people don't rely on their bones to be able to grow old.

Time baptizes, and the years are ruthless.

The decay of qi and blood and the decline of functions are the natural way of man.

Although relatively speaking, Taoism is peaceful, and countless secret methods are enough to make the decay of qi and blood not as fast as usual.

Famous Taoist masters often live a long life, 100 years old, and still follow the wind, the secret of which lies in this.

However, no matter how powerful the secret method is, the top of the sky will make the qi and blood continue to condense.

It's a bit of a rejuvenation, but it's a bit too much.

If there is really such a miraculous effect, why should they be so tormented for so many years.

Of course, having said that, after so many years of tossing, it will not be ineffective at all.

For an ethereal person who can't even see hope, so toss it, so that one by one's brains will be kicked by a donkey.

"There are two explanations for this, either that old Taoist priest comprehended the pure yang of the Daomen, decayed qi and blood, and was re-energized."

"Either the one who made the move was not the old Taoist, but the successor of the old Taoist."

The decay of qi and blood is rekindled, just like a dead tree in spring, and the longevity is a hundred years, and the minimum is dozens of years.

It sounds a little unrealistic and absurd, but the actual operation under the fate of luck is not impossible.

However, throughout the ages, many Taoist masters can do this with no more than a slap in the face.

And each of them is a legend that has been enlightened since he was a teenager.

The old Taoist priest of the Three Emperors' view, who has struggled for many years with his unique mental method, is already quite good.

If you can come up with such an ethereal legend at such an age, it should really be thundered.

"In addition to teaching three tricks and two styles, the orthodox heir is only a kid who was included in the door wall three years ago."

"After only three years, what amazing ability can you comprehend?"

Slowly, disbelievable words of disbelief sounded.

The domineering of this punch, others who have been practicing hard for decades may not be able to achieve such an achievement.

If you can achieve ······ in just three years,

Please come down to the thunder and chop you to death.

Those who are too wicked do not deserve to live in the world.

"Don't judge the shrewdness of others with your own stupidity."

"This matter is so heavy that you should have counted it, and you can't stop there no matter what."

words, although it is not specified.

The vaguely revealed killing intent is enough to explain everything.

"The day this kid came, I suggested that he be ruthlessly killed."

"You have to grind and chirp for the sake of stability at the critical moment, and now, don't you want to do it?"

Some words of complaining about emotions come naturally.

"Huh? Are you trying to blame me for that? ”

Gloomy words emanated from the closed door.

The two of them straightened up in an instant.

"You are not the children of the beginning, what our line has behaved for thousands of years, you are self-conscious."

"A thousand years of time, a thousand years of hard work, we must not see anything wrong at this critical moment of hope."

In the end, the indescribable obsession is in the sky.

"Huh? So obsessed? ”

Wei Wuji, who was telling Xu Ying and Yuan Bing about the background of the thousand-year-old grievances, suddenly had a thought.

There was a sudden sound from the door, and the two doors were closed tightly, and they were ruthlessly kicked open.

Subconsciously reacting, Yuan Bing touched his hand to his waist.

Even the door of his own house dared to kick open so arrogantly.

Normal people come to the door, where can there be such an arrogant behavior.

Subconsciously touched the hand on his waist empty, and instantly fell down naturally.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the old Taoist with frosty white hair stepped in.

"Are you okay kid?"

Seeing Wei Wuji sitting on the sofa, his breath was not obviously inappropriate.

Hurried along the way, the heart hanging high can finally fall into the belly.

"Master, I've got you in mind."

Feeling the heartfelt care of the old Taoist, Wei Wuji, who was deeply moved, unconsciously moved his ass outward.

"You're fine, Master is relieved."

As if he hadn't noticed Wei Wuji's small movements, the old Taoist walked straight to Wei Wuji's side and sat down.

After observing politeness and pouring a cup of tea for the old Taoist leader, Xu Ying and Yuan Bing stood quietly aside.

His eyes seemed to unconsciously glance upstairs, and then nodded silently when they looked at each other.

"In a few years, you have really grown up now, much stronger than your useless master."

The loving and gentle eyes fell on Wei Wuji, seemingly indescribably satisfied, but also indescribably emotionally sighed.

"Well, Master······"

Wei Wuji's expression twitched extremely unnaturally, and his steps unconsciously moved an inch outward.

"Do you still know that I am your master?"

Kindness and harmony disappeared in an instant, and the angry old Taoist was like an enraged lion.

With a flick of his hand, the merciless slap was about to fall on Wei Wuji.

But Wei Wuji seemed to have been prepared, and with a flash of his body, he dodged the merciless slap.

"Boy, you're doing a good job of kung fu."

"Let Master come and see how your kid is progressing these days."

With a flick of the dust in his hand, the angle was tricky and went straight to Wei Wuji's buttocks.

"Master, why are you still doing this?"

"How old am I, don't I have face in front of outsiders?"

Flashing again, the whisk on the ass was in vain.

"Do you still know how to save face?"

"Life is gone, you kid still cares about face?"

"Do you know how much your master has paid to protect the Three Emperors?"

"How much hope is placed on you stinky boy."

"That's what you did to me, a bad old man."

"Your life, you don't care about yourself, have you ever thought about me, a bad old man?"

"Have you ever thought about the inheritance of the Three Emperors?"

"If in my generation, the Three Emperors view is broken, how can you let me go to the ancestor with peace of mind."

The old Taoist elder got up angrily, grabbed the dust, and chased Wei Wuji with a crackle.

Peeing since childhood!

The first place where consciousness is located is the ancient Taoist temple that has been guarded for dozens of years.

Feelings are naturally extraordinary.

Later, when he got the master's will, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Although there are no rules and precepts, it is forbidden to marry a wife and have children.

But after going through too much, the old Taoist who returned to the Three Emperors Concept again no longer cares about this thought.

When he met Wei Wuji, it was not only fate, but also outstanding talent, so that the old Taoist would accept him as a closed disciple.

A mantle of inheritance, all entrusted.

It can be said that in the eyes of the old Taoist who has no children and no daughters all his life, Wei Wuji is his son.

Although I understand that it is a righteous act, if it falls on me, I am afraid that I will choose it this way.

But from the father's point of view, how can he bear to risk his life like this.

"Master, your old man is discouraged."

The ruthless dust raised by the old Taoist can only make Wei Wuji run away in embarrassment.

Although the dust really fell on the body, it may not hurt much.

"Don't be stunned, you two ······ quickly"

As soon as he turned his head, he looked at the emptiness of Xu Ying and Yuan Bing's position, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Is it appropriate that we just leave him alone, still down there?"

Xu Ying asked a little confused.

Listening to this small movement below, it really doesn't seem appropriate.

"What's inappropriate?"

"When a master beats an apprentice, it's like a father beating his son, it's just right."

"Don't worry, no matter how you say it, you are also a master and apprentice who is like a father and son, and you won't be really ruthless, and you can't break him."

Yuan Bing's eyes rolled, and finally a master who could completely restrain this guy came.

"Your boy's progress is really impressive."

After the chase was over, the old Taoist said calmly.

"Master, sit quietly and peacefully, old man."

Wei Wuji, who stopped running, suddenly made a move and pointed at the old Taoist chief's chest.

The qi and blood that were running due to the strong movement came out with Wei Wuji's guidance.

It is like a boiling river, and it is like a fiery magma hidden in the ground.

In the bubbling, the rich pure yang qi and blood are stimulated.

Under Wei Wuji's control, the pure yang qi and blood that were re-energized in the decay converged one by one.

The place that was pointed out by Wei Wuji, in terms of acupoints, is in the acupuncture points of human life and death.

As far as cultivation is concerned, it is the actual dantian.

The swirl-like black hole emits infinite suction power, engulfing the pure yang aura one after another.

A round blood golden pill, exuding a magnificent halo, is achieved in the sandalwood.

A golden pill of qi and blood seems to be a small sun.

The moment it appeared, it dispelled the endless darkness and took away the endless decay.

The years erode, the inevitable muscle skin sagging, instant tightening.

Wisps of white hair, turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An old man who looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old suddenly became a sturdy middle-aged man who looked to be forty or fifty years old at most.

Rejuvenation, naturally, does not reach the actual exaggeration.

The old man has become middle-aged, but it is also quite incredible.

A thunderbolt, in the midst of calm, suddenly exploded.

The old Taoist in his closed eyes raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

"Get out!"

"I'm too lazy to bother with you, you're not done yet, are you?"

Wei Wuji raised his eyes and said coldly.

Exploring the heavenly machine, carrying the cause and effect of sentient beings, and receiving it will also be received.

Aside from being a little uncomfortable, it's actually not a big deal.

Now, it's just a reaction that touches the power of the law, and it also wants to scare with a thunderbolt.

What do you really think you're afraid of?

Believe it or not, in the next second, you can summon an ancestor who plays with thunder.

The strong will seemed to touch the aura of the law in the underworld, and the thunder quietly retreated.

"You really practiced the ultimate inheritance of my Three Emperors?"

Not in the mood to pay attention to his own changes, the old Taoist stared directly at Wei Wuji.

Unspeakable surprise, unspeakable apprehension.

At the moment of its own inheritance, this set of mastery is only a rumored record.

Patriarchs of the past generations have also tried to practice, but all of them ended up exhausted.

Wei Wuji didn't say much, and in the haze behind him, three figures appeared.

I really don't know where the supreme inheritance of the Three Emperors comes from.

If it weren't for the Dao of the Three Emperors of the Immortal World, Wei Wuji would have had a lot of difficulties if he wanted to practice.

In reality, it is no longer a simple transmission of boxing, but a supreme cultivation method.

With the current law confinement, it seems to be a prison-like world, and it is a bit too much to think about cultivating the supreme cultivation method.

"Good!"

"It's so good!"

"When I see the ancestor in the future, I won't have nothing to explain after all!"

The old Taoist elder was extremely happy and laughed.

"In your current state, you can't cultivate at all, and you have almost five hundred lifespans."

"See the ancestor, you better wait slowly."

Wei Wuji said with a smile.

The achievement of Qi and Blood Jindan is a real martial arts master.

Not to mention many means, the most important thing is to break free from the life limit.

"I practiced the Tao all my life, but in the end I took the path of martial arts."

I let go of the burden in my heart, and I really cared about my own situation.

Joy, no doubt is for sure.

However, in addition to joy, there seems to be a trace of regret.

Martial arts Jindan is never the path that pure Taoist cultivation should take.

"The Tao is the Tao, and the martial arts are also the Tao."

"Why are you obsessed with this?"

Then Wei Wuji found two books out of nowhere.

"How you choose is ultimately up to you, Master."

A book carries the wisdom of Wei Wuji's qi cultivation.

Another book carries the wisdom of qi and blood cultivation.

When it comes to the three gods like Wei Wuji, one flower blooms, and half a step into the realm of Da Luo's freedom.

There is no clear definition of what is meant by cultivation.

No matter what way it is, the essence of cultivation is nothing more than essence and spirit.

"You're ······"

A voice of surprise came from the staircase.

Looking at the old Taoist who looked at the image of a middle-aged man, Xu Ying and Yuan Bing, they were all in disbelief and dumbfounded.

"You have achieved the Jindan cultivation?"

"It can't be!"

"My master told me that hundreds of years ago, there might still be this possibility."

"Hundreds of years later, the world has changed, and there is no longer such a possibility."

Yuan Bing was dumbfounded, incredulous, and unconsciously whispered to himself.

"With such insight, your daughter has an extraordinary heritage."

"It's a bit of an orthodox way of Xingyi Boxing, and it's more about Wing Chun."

"You are Yan Xuanji's disciple?"

"Last time, I didn't pay much attention."

With a sweep of his eyes, Yuan Bingdi was in his heart.

"Well, the disciple can't be called, but he just relied on the relationship to let the teacher teach for a while."

Yuan Bing smiled slightly embarrassed.