"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet the legendary master here. Master Qian Fei, is it?"

Zhang Sangan laughed a few times and paced in front of Qian Fei, a qigong master who had always enjoyed a good reputation.

"Won the prize, the old gentleman passed the prize!"

Qian Fei, who was white-skinned and slightly rich, stood up and arched his hands, his expression was like a spring breeze, as if he didn't know that Zhang San was here to find a ballast at all.

Qigong was originally just a means of cultivation in both martial arts and cultivation, martial arts has the so-called "external training of muscles and bones, internal training of one breath", and cultivation of true has the saying of "practicing refinement and transformation of qi, practice of qi and transformation of spirit, and practice of spirit to return to emptiness". But after qigong rose to the genre, unlike martial arts, which pursues breaking through the limits of the human body, and cannot be like cultivating the truth to prove the way of heaven to achieve immortality, it is a patchwork of things, miscellaneous, and it is very shameful for the cultivation of truth and martial arts.

More than 10 years ago, there was a boom in special functions in the land of China, among which the most powerful was "qigong". The masters came out of the mountain one after another, propagating the vast supernatural powers and curing all diseases, seducing a group of foolish people. Over the years, with the prosperity of science, it has gradually declined.

Qian Fei was one of the "gods" of the year, and it is said that he could take things from the air and change the molecular structure. But what made him famous was that he claimed to have extinguished a fire in a primeval forest thousands of miles away.

"It is said that Master Qian Fei can call the wind and rain and fight cattle across the mountains. The wind was very hot and dry just now, and now there is no trace of it. Can the master blow a cool breeze casually to make my old Zhang cool and cool?"

Before the words fell, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up on the flat ground, and the "hulala" blew the two flags on the main building of the research institute to hunt and fly, and everyone's bodies were cool.

Qian Fei proudly hugged his fists in all directions and said, "Ashamed, ashamed!"

"Ah, it's really windy!" Zhang San stretched out his hand to touch his bald head, a little confused by the second monk.

Butterfly Dance laughed and trembled, but the others didn't dare to be so presumptuous, and lowered their heads and sighed.

This shit luck is really not covered!

"Yes, you don't remember the villain, please drink this cup. Don't get angry, poke me to death with one finger. ”

Zhang Sanhun didn't pay attention to the gust of wind, sneered, casually poured a full glass of red wine in the empty goblet on Zhang Baocheng's table, greeted Qian Fei slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

Qian Fei pinched the orchid finger, and the cup reached his lips, but he felt the air tighten suddenly, and with a soft "click", the glass suddenly shattered, leaving only a glass handle in his hand, and half a glass of red wine spilled on his shirt and pants.

"What do you mean?" Qian Fei slapped the table and pointed at Zhang San angrily.

Zhang stood on his three forked legs, his beard was all open, and he glared at Qian Fei menacingly. That means, Sample, Grandpa is just playing with you. Come on, come and bite me!

Qian Fei snorted coldly, looked at the rostrum and said:

"Mr. Long, Dean Lin, the institute hired me with a lot of money to cooperate with many major confidential projects. If you let people go wild, I'm afraid that no master will dare to come in the future!"

Long Chen was silent, his smile still the same.

Lin Bin squinted at the moon cake in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be studying one hundred and eight ways to eat it.

Butterfly Dance took a sip of tea, looking at it with a smile and a smile. Well, those who watch the drama are really not afraid of big occasions!

Qian Fei saw that the scene was wrong, and he also understood in his heart, and said in a fierce voice:

"The road is facing the sky, and each one goes to the other. Mr. Zhang, I respect you as a senior, and let you go again and again. Why is it so hard to force each other?"

"Why? Lao Tzu just doesn't like it. If you don't come out again, Lao Tzu will do it!"

Zhang San sneered on his face and turned the empty cup in his hand, but he was depressed in his heart. You ask why, how does Lao Tzu know! The above ordered Lao Tzu to touch the details of your kid, and then challenge the dragon clan, Lao Tzu dared to ask why?

"Okay, good, good, everyone saw it, he forced me to make a move, and I couldn't complain about someone if I was killed or injured. Zhang San, if you have the ability, just stand still, and try it by my thunderbolt. ”

Qian Fei slowly paced out, took a horse step five or six meters in front of Zhang San, stretched out his arms, and began to draw circles with his hands.

Zhang San stood with his chest folded indifferently, didn't bother to look, and closed his eyes.

Everyone waited quietly for a minute, only to see Qian Fei shaking his head and muttering to himself.

"It's too close, the power of the Heavenly Thunder Palm is too great, don't hurt the innocent people behind. ”

As he spoke, he moved back three or four meters.

Posture again, gesture twice, and then pause and say, "It's still too close." So he continued to retreat two or three meters.

Qian Fei had already reached the edge of the carpet this retreat, and quickly turned around and rushed out, anxious like a lost dog, panicked like a fish that slipped through the net.

Zhang San snorted coldly, his eyes were like lightning, he crushed the glass in his hand, and dozens of cold stars flew out.

Han Xing chased after Qian Fei's head, but saw a red cloud sweeping by.

Dozens of cold stars are like mud cows entering the sea, and they are put into the cup of the remaining wine of the butterfly dance. The glass shards swirled rapidly in the glass, billowing white smoke, as if an invisible hand was frantically churning the ice cubes to make a cocktail.

As soon as Butterfly Dance let go, the glass burst in the air, and the fragments splattered everywhere.

Zhang San wants to find out the waste, which can also be said to be a favor. But if you kill someone on the spot, you don't pay attention to the research institute.

Zhang San jumped off the stage and was about to chase after him, but was blocked by Butterfly Dance.

As the two approached, their arms trembled, and an invisible force spread, and several nearby tablecloths trembled. Rao is Man Jianghong was twenty or thirty meters away, and he also felt that his breathing was suddenly suffocated. Gandharva, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, and her pupils faintly flashed with a bright green light.

Taking advantage of this sluggish work, Qian Fei ran into the aisle with a cigarette, shouting to himself: "It's okay to say that you are not allowed to move......"

"Oops, this kid is so funny!"

Butterfly Dance bent over and laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, as if she didn't realize that Zhang San was angry, and Shi Shiran walked back.

Everyone also laughed, and the tense atmosphere at the scene suddenly eased.

Zhang San was hung in the ping, staring at the back of Butterfly Dance, and his mood was very complicated.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and sooner or later the front waves will be shot to death on the beach!

He thought about it for a while, restrained his momentum, gave up the pursuit of Qian Fei, slowly walked into the ring, and bowed his hand to the seat of the research institute, and said:

"Old and talented, just now I helped the Long officials a little favor, not enough to worry about. Otherwise, these scammers will not only cheat money, but also delay the research here. I don't know anything about it, so I ask the seniors of Gandharva. The thousand-year-old ancient training of the dragon clan is not allowed to be a disciple outside the mountain, why do you go out of the mountain today?"

Sure enough, the trouble began! The observers perked up.

Only a loud sound of the piano was heard, as if gold and iron were striking each other, and everyone's hearts trembled violently. In the aftermath, a round and jade voice said:

"There are no dragons out of the mountain today, only one aunt who came to visit her nephew. ”

"The Ancient Voice!"

With an exclamation, everyone found that a guqin appeared on the case in front of Gandapo. The two shoulders are round and bulging into the shape of a full moon, the color is brownish red, and the scales of the snake belly dragon are broken all over the body.

There was a whisper below.

"This is the Yueqin during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, and Master Xuanzang, who learned scriptures from the West, also used it to subdue the demons, and it originally fell into the hands of the eight heavenly dragons. ”

"Gandharva is the god of incense and music, so she is worthy of using this magic weapon. Legend has it that when Master Xuanzang played the piano, all the gods and demons would listen!"

"Wait, we'll have to run faster. As soon as this piano came out, everyone was shocked. ”

"Shhh......h

Man Jianghong was taken aback.

Gandharva won't be able to pick up this extremely precious Yueqin to split her brain, then there is only one possibility, using the sound of the qin as a weapon!

Sound is also a weapon. The noise is irritating and deathly, and the high-intensity and low-frequency infrasound waves can cause the body and internal organs to resonate and shatter, killing people invisibly.

But what does the magic weapon mean?

Here Man Jianghong was thinking nonsense, but over there Zhang San smiled and said:

"Twenty years ago, Zhang was reckless and ignorant, bewitched by others, and challenged the eight heavenly dragons in the Wushan ring, and was chopped down by Emperor Shakti's palm. This grace does not dare or forget, so that it can be improved in the future. Today, I am fortunate to meet the dragon clan, and the old man is willing to use the dead remains to beg for the guidance of the eight heavenly dragons. Of course, Qiandapo, you have a good experience, but in fact, you are too old, and your qi and blood have declined. Presumably, the eight heavenly dragons are all like this. Then, as long as someone in the dragon clan can beat me, they can play. ”

As soon as Zhang San's words came out, there was an uproar below.

Twenty years ago, a merchant wanted to buy out Wushan for 99 years, but the dragon people refused to move away from the place where they had lived for generations, and defeated the evil forces they gathered. The merchant is not an easy person, and he invites the world's masters to set up a ring in the valley to determine the ownership of Wushan.

During that time, Wushan County was overcrowded, and even the government was unable to control the situation. The dragon people refused all the help boxing, and the eight Tianlong personally attacked, and the water and rice did not enter for three days and three nights, and one hundred and eight people were defeated in a row in the ring, almost all the underworld masters were wiped out, which shocked the world.

Oh, it turned out that Zhang San suffered a loss at that time, and he had been in his arms for so many years. The people in the martial arts suddenly realized.

The observers were a little surprised, the heart said that this three is not a bloody and strong Leng Touqing, a few years ago, he also washed his hands in a golden basin, how can he have the courage to fight the dragon clan alone today? This seems to be testing the bottom line, or to force out the rhythm of the strongest combat power of the dragon clan!

That's really not a good deal!

First of all, it is inconvenient for Long Chen to express his position, doesn't that mean that there is no one in the Dragon Clan, and he has to rely on the power of the disciples outside the mountain? Although Long Wu and Long Jiu are famous, after all, they are young, and their realm is a little worse, and they are not enough to look down on peak figures such as Shang Zhang San. Gandharva's cultivation must be profound, but she is seventy or eighty years old, and she can still stand in the ring?

"Auntie, I'll go!" Long Jiu took the lead in asking Ying.

"Jiu'er, can you beat him?"

"If you can't beat it, you have to try it to know. ”

"Nonsense!"

Gandharva glared, and her mask was covered with a layer of frost. Long Jiu was frightened, and his face turned red and he retreated.

Gandapo casually flicked on the piano, a wisp of quiet piano sound came, as if the spring breeze turned into rain, the sun melted snow, everyone only felt that suddenly a heart lost its landing, as if the floating clouds and willow catkins had no roots, and the world was wide and far.

It's amazing! Man Jianghong's heart sank.

Zhang San's challenge is very abrupt, reasonable and unreasonable. He wants to take revenge, today is indeed the best time, he can't go to Wushan to find abuse. But a person who washes his hands of gold should let go of any hatred, and there must be something strange about this matter! But the current situation has forced Qianda Po to make a quick choice, at least the prestige of the thousand-year-old dragon clan cannot be degraded!

Sure enough, Qianda Po smiled lightly, like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

"The dragon clan has not been out of the mountain for a long time, and all cats and dogs have jumped out. Over the years, the seven killings of the rivers and lakes have been unlimited. The old body has a song of 'Pure Heart Mantra', please listen carefully. ”

"Wait, Gandharva. If I can't resist your pure heart mantra, everyone present is afraid that they will all die, and it will be so bad that the scene will be bloody. Since the dragon clan is powerful with martial arts, and the eight heavenly dragons are the predecessors, how about we fight according to the rules? As long as someone in the dragon clan can win my Red Flame Palm, Zhang is at his disposal. If I'm lucky enough not to lose, everyone will never interfere with the river water from now on. ”

If he resists the sound of the piano of Gandapo, he will always be in a passive position, and Zhang San is really not sure. However, if you want to compete in palm power, you are only afraid of butterfly dance and flower rong, and they will not play.

There was a lot of talk on the field.

"Zhang San is not a wasted name, the red flame palm is fierce and unparalleled, and there are really few people in the world who can hard-connect. ”

"The lightness of the butterfly dance can be resisted, and the power can be dissolved with speed. But if it's hard connected, I'm afraid it's enough. ”

"Although Qiandapo's skills are extraordinary, she is old and her blood has declined, so I don't know if she can withstand it. ”

......

"The frog at the bottom of the well!" the wood-like chasing life came out without a head, and Man Jianghong was suddenly in awe.

The pursuit of life was no longer silent, and only the laughter of Gandapo was heard over there, which continued, and the sound of the wind and waves was covered up for a while.

"After hearing for a long time, the red flame palm was just and fierce, and the true qi invaded the opponent's meridians, like a flame burning. The meridians are broken, the breath is blocked, and this person is wasted. There are a few untalented disciples of the Dragon Clan, and they just happened to learn the best in the rivers and lakes. Ice Spirit, you go. ”

"Ah...... Yes!"

True Qi invaded and burned the meridians! When Man Jianghong heard this, fear arose. "Ant moving" is a magic skill that can disperse the opponent's blow force, but cannot disperse the true qi. In particular, if the true qi is dispersed or the true qi, if you encounter someone like Zhang San, "like a flame burning", wouldn't it be a spark that will cause a "fire" all over the body?

He was worried here, the ice spirit over there had already stepped onto the stage timidly and walked in front of Zhang San.

Zhang San looked her up and down, and his heart was afraid, so he sent a junior disciple with flowers and bones to fight, and he would not lose face if he lost. As long as you challenge the dragon clan yourself, the result is not stipulated, does this count?

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

Long Wulongjiu, who has a hard bridge and a hard horse, doesn't need to send a delicate little girl to fight, do you want to give up?

Seeing Bing Ling on the field, Long Jiu seemed to remember something, and with a look of surprise, he raised his fist at his little niece encouragingly.

Long Wu was unsteady, and hurriedly said to Qiandapo: "Auntie, you can't call Bing Lingshang, it's too dangerous!"

Gandharva snorted: "What do you know, I used to be too spoiled by her! ”

Long Chen looked at his daughter on the stage lovingly, and then turned his head to look at Butterfly Dance.

The latter understood, and nodded quietly.

If Bing Ling is in danger of being injured and desperately offends Gandapo, he will also take action!

In the midst of a "buzzing" discussion, Man Jianghong saw Wang Huse in the front row with his mouth wide open, a shiny hala hanging on his chin and dangling, eager to pounce and strangle him.

Zhang San deliberately exaggerated his strength, shouted angrily in his mouth, the bones of his body roared, the green tendons burst out, his eyes widened angrily, he raised his palm the size of a fan, and slapped it towards Bing Ling.

Bing Ling was already scared when he saw his fierce and vicious appearance, and when he saw the dark red palm that was swollen and deformed, where did he dare to raise his hand to pick it up, and he was so frightened that he shrank and turned his back and ran.

Where is this martial arts master, it is clearly a frightened little girl!

Everyone at the scene was sweating for her, but no one expected such a scene, and they couldn't help but stare at her and laugh.

Gandapo's face couldn't hold it, and she snorted, "Go back!"

"Yes!"

Bing Ling turned around and slowly rubbed in front of Zhang San, his eyelids didn't dare to lift, and he couldn't help shrinking.

Man Jianghong was not in a hurry, because Hua Rong said that the ice spirit was unfathomable, but now that he was like this, he was afraid that he would be killed with just one palm. Seeing Zhang San slowly raise his hand again, he was so anxious that he jumped up from his seat, shouting as he ran:

"Wait a minute, Senior Zhang. ”

Zhang San hurriedly put down his hand, a smile instantly hung on his face, and asked respectfully, "What's the matter with the young man?"

"I'm going to take your hand on behalf of this girl!"

Man Jianghong straightened his chest and stood in front of Bing Ling, feeling that he was willing to be broken for a while.

Everyone looked at each other, and Long Jiu stomped his feet in anger. Your grandmother's just did a great deed, and she started to make two mistakes again!

"The infatuated son holds a grudge for a long time!"

Hearing a long sigh from his side, Long Chen almost squirted out a sip of tea. The heart said that this is the same thing when an old sour Confucian speaks, what are you sighing like a generation of red makeup like summer flowers, nonsense!

Butterfly Dance had a pretty face, glanced at him, and said in his heart, fool, that kid is chasing your daughter, you are a blind father. Your daughter is the future saint of the dragon clan, but she is innocent and has no consciousness, that kid is also stupid, and your aunt is even more stubborn and stubborn.

Before Zhang San could answer, Qiandapo's face sank like water, and she shouted: "Is there no one in the dragon clan?

Man Jianghong retreated to the side in a daze and silently picked up the nameless method. If the situation is not right, I will insert myself in the middle of them.

After all, he had only saved everyone's lives, and it was not easy for Qianda Po to drive him away, sighed, and said softly to Bing Ling: "Pranayama and meditation, Bing'er." If there is no obstacle in the heart, there is no terror. There is no terror, far away from upside-down dreams, nirvana. ”

Bing Ling slowly adjusted his breathing, looked up at Zhang San, and said:

Zhang ...... Senior Zhang, you have to be careful. ”

This sentence was said inexplicably, and everyone was stunned. Does she want Zhang San to be careful and not hurt herself, or does she want Zhang San to be careful and not to be injured by herself?

At the scene, only Hua Rong showed a narrow smile, and said in his heart, Old man Zhang, you are hanging!

"Senior Zhang, I really don't want to hurt you, you better admit defeat. Last time, I accidentally slapped the sunspot, and the bones almost broke, and I was about to run away when I saw my shadow from a long distance. ”

"Who is the master of the sunspot?" Zhang San asked in a deep voice.

"Kuroko is a big dog raised by Grandpa Asura. He was so angry that his beard was cocked, but I didn't mean to. ”

Bing Ling stomped her foot slightly, and there was a hint of a girl's grievance in her words. After hearing this, everyone laughed again, and even Lin Bin, who had been nervous and tightened his face, couldn't help laughing. Wang Hu looked at her beautiful and delicate appearance, her bones were crispy, and she said in her heart that if Lao Tzu had admitted defeat a long time ago, she would have beaten a fart.

Zhang San couldn't cry or laugh, but what kind of person he was, how could he be impetuous at a critical moment. Immediately snorted coldly, raised his right palm, and prepared to attack.

Seeing that he didn't listen, Bing Ling crossed his hands in front of his chest, his eyes seemed to be looking at nothing, and gradually entered the realm of selflessness.

Zhang San sensed that there was pressure faintly coming from all directions, and the ice spirit in front of him seemed to be in a huge energy vortex, his clothes fluttering like a goddess, and the momentum of all beings came out of his body.

A subtle, ethereal, and vast aura seems to originate from the heavens, and it seems to have originated from the sea, and suddenly hovered in the ring. It seems that the gaze of the goddess passes through the long time and space, and is projected onto the earth.

Zhang San, who had rich combat experience, felt an irresistible feeling of powerlessness in an instant, not weaker than when he was slashed out of the ring by the first-generation grandmaster Long Tian, and even surpassed Yu Canghai, who was the first in the outer sect of the South China Sea Sect and the fourth layer of qi refining.