Chapter 134: Some Descendants of Ancient Martial Arts
Chu Simeng didn't understand what was going on at all.
I only know that my grandfather's health has been getting worse and worse in recent days.
Especially after returning from Mount Tai, it is even more old.
It turned out that he could still walk tremblingly, and he could only stay in bed for the past two days.
But just today, behind the colorful mist that enveloped the world.
Chu Simeng found that a lot of colorful mist was converging towards Grandpa Tai's room.
This kind of abnormality frightened Chu Simeng at that time.
There were similar events in ancient times, some of the once highly prestigious heroes.
When he dies, he often triggers visions of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth share sorrow.
She also thought that the old man would not suddenly be unable to hold on and return to the West.
quickly pushed the door open, but saw it, which made it difficult for her to understand a scene.
Colorful mist shrouded the old man.
She wanted to ask, but her grandfather stretched out his hand and motioned for her to be quiet.
Not long after, the old man, who was shrouded in colorful mist, actually got off the bed directly.
With a flushed face, he came to the courtyard and began to practice boxing.
Chu Simeng was almost stupid, and there was a pile of paste in his head.
I was surprised and worried, the old man could only be in bed, why did he suddenly become alive and start practicing boxing?
What the hell is going on.
"Grandpa Tai began to break through, and the plot began. ”
Chu Nanming saw all this through the perspective of God and said to himself in his heart.
It's all under his control.
Or that grandpa's breakthrough was intentional by him.
Grandpa's identity and prestige are here.
His breakthrough does not need propaganda at all.
Next, it will inevitably be known.
Of course, at this moment, the boxing master who breaks through the limit is not only Grandpa himself.
While Chu Nanming was observing Grandpa Tai's breakthrough, the picture in front of him was still moving, and other pictures appeared.
Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, is in one room.
An old monk, as thin as wood, was sitting cross-legged, surrounded by a colorful mist.
Many monks in Shaolin gathered in the distance and talked about it.
"Old abbot, this can't be to feather and ascend to immortal, right?"
"The old abbot hasn't eaten for more than ten days, I'm afraid it's ......"
Many monks around were also looking at the phenomenon in front of them with awe on their faces.
It is also completely unclear about the situation, during this time, the old abbot has not eaten for more than ten days, only drank very little water, and is about to sit here.
But just now, when everyone was stunned by the changes around them, a little monk ran out in surprise, saying that the old abbot had become an immortal.
These monks, just then all gathered, saw a scene that they couldn't understand.
Among the Wudang Sect, an elder who had been seriously injured and was now bedridden was shrouded in colorful mist.
In the vertical and horizontal mountains, among the villages of the Miao people.
One of the Miao religions, an old wizard in his last years, was also shrouded in colorful mist.
In the land of China, this incredible change is taking place in some ancient sects.
These people are basically incapacitated.
There are quite a few, all of them bedridden.
Or even on the verge of death.
When these people were young, they were all masters in the national art world.
This is also exactly the people that Chu Nanming has chosen, so that these masters can directly break through at the first time when the aura of heaven and earth recovers.
They go straight from being bedridden and on the verge of death, and then they become alive and renewed.
When news comes out in the future, it will inevitably cause a sensation.
While making everyone aware of the era of aura revival and the real existence of cultivation, they can also obtain a large number of emotional points.
Therefore, Chu Nanming still has many criteria for choosing these people who break through at the first time.
First, it is natural to be the heirs of some ancient martial arts.
Second, there is a certain degree of popularity, grandpa is like this, many people know it, and it is naturally the best.
Thirdly, if you are not in good physical condition, it is better to be bedridden and dying.
It was based on these points that Chu Nanming screened in the world.
It's finally settled, some people.
Of course, in order to spread this kind of news, Chu Nanming still made some layouts for several of them.
The picture in front of Chu Nanming's eyes began to change like a movie clip, from domestic to foreign.
All this he has laid out is not just in China.
In India, a well-known ancient yoga master, now more than 100 years old, has been bedridden for decades, and at this time he is also shrouded in colorful fog and is breaking through the limits of the human body.
In Thailand, a descendant of ancient Muay Thai lying on the bed, his eyes widened, staring at everything in front of him, feeling the changes in his body.
In Brazil, an inheritor of ancient Jiu-Jitsu is practicing ancient Jiu-Jitsu with excitement on his face.
In the United States, a Chinese Guoshu master who absconded from the United States is now suffering from a life-and-death crisis.
And in Europe, in the Holy See, an old pope who has just gotten out of bed is singing an old ballad.
Chu Nanming's eyes flashed, a lot of pictures.
"You are all the ones I have chosen. ”
"Someone who is favored by the King behind the scenes. ”
The picture in front of Chu Nanming's eyes was finally fixed on his grandfather's body.
With the exertion of the grandfather's Xingyi fist, the sound of the tiger's roar came out.
The sound of the tiger roaring was very real.
Chu Simeng, who was standing not far away, was staring at his grandfather with a worried face, completely defenseless, and was suddenly shocked by this tiger roar.
was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his stunned eyes instantly turned into horror.
Fortunately, I held on to the door frame and was not scared to sit on the ground.
Chu Nanming saw it clearly, and the top of Chu Simeng's head appeared, and the emotional point was +0.101.
But soon, Chu Simeng came back to his senses.
The pale face did not mean to regain the color of blood at all.
"What's going on?"
"I seem to hear a tiger roaring, how is that possible?"
"Could it be, just had an auditory hallucination?"
Just as Chu Simeng was thinking, all kinds of thoughts were emerging in his mind.
She stared at her grandfather's eyes and suddenly widened.
I only saw that between the swings of Grandpa Tai's fist, the colorful mist stirred.
The colorful weapon turned out to form a fierce tiger, a mottled tiger, with teeth and claws, and she even saw the fangs that bloomed with cold light.
It seemed to be a hungry tiger that made a pounce on it.
Immediately after that, the hungry tiger moved, and flew in the direction of Chu Simeng.
Chu Simeng's eyes widened, her whole body stiffened, as if she was imprisoned, and she couldn't make a single move at this moment with the boxing techniques she usually practiced.
Chu Simeng, who could have been able to support it, was so frightened this time that he fell directly to the ground.
Sentiment +0.105.
Chu Nanming saw the words "Increased emotional points" appeared above Chu Simeng's head again.
"It seems that my sister-in-law's courage is not so big, although I usually show that I am a tigress. ”