After leaving Nirvana Peak, Su Ziming did not return to Nanjiao Peak directly, but took the opportunity to come to Changsheng Town.

As soon as he arrived in Changsheng Town, Su Ziming noticed two familiar slogans carved on the wall - thousands of fortunes are not rich, and thousands of children and grandchildren are endless.

If you have the money to copy your house, you will have a baby to raise.

The two slogans are almost the same as those more than 30 years ago, and the long-lost familiarity makes Su Ziming's heart full of feelings.

More than 30 years have passed, and I don't know how my parents and brothers are doing.

Coming to the familiar courtyard of the mayor's mansion, Su Ziming rang the familiar and unfamiliar doorbell.

"Bell Bell Bell ~"

With a few crisp knocks, a middle-aged guard walked out from behind the door.

Su Ziming glanced at the guards in front of him and found that the other party turned out to be a martial artist with great external strength.

Although the Outer Strength Martial Artist still exists like an ant in the eyes of the monk, he can be regarded as a small master to ordinary mortals.

A guard can have such a cultivation, and it seems that the family life should be good.

After seeing Su Ziming, the guard immediately shouted excitedly: "The third grandfather is back, it's the third grandfather who is back!"

！ ”

After a while, Su Ziming saw two familiar figures, the elderly Su Mu and the skinny Su Er.

"Mother, second brother!"

Su Ziming's lips trembled slightly, and a tear flashing in his eyes was quickly hidden by him.

In fact, through the name of the guard, Su Ziming was able to guess that his father Su Cundao was afraid that he had died.

In order not to touch the sadness of his family, Su Ziming deliberately avoided talking about sensitive matters, and instead asked about the situation at home.

When it came to the clansmen in the family, especially Su Ziwu, Su's mother unconsciously showed a proud look on her face, and she couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said: "Ziwu has been able to do it over the years, not only as the county lieutenant of the six counties, but also to make up a cabinet." ”

"It's Wu Ge." Su Lao Er beside him hurriedly reminded.

After Su Mu reacted, she nodded again and again: "Yes, it is the Martial Pavilion, because the strength of the Martial Pavilion masters is extraordinary, Ziwu is often rewarded by local immortal masters." (Immortal Master is the name given to a monk by mortals.) ）

Hearing Su's mother's story, Su Ziming hurriedly smiled and echoed: "Oh, Brother Ziwu is afraid that he has already entered the peak of his internal strength. ”

Su's mother also nodded as if she didn't understand, after all, how could she understand these things, but she was still happy for her son's achievements in her heart.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ziming informed Su's mother about his wife Gongsun Qi, Su Sibei and Su Sijin's children, and Su's mother smiled again when she got the news.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ziming learned from Su's mother that his eldest nephew Su Sijin was quite filial, and he went home to visit him every two or three years, and he also brought back a lot of good things.

For example: low-level dust removal charms, hemostatic pills, and life-prolonging herbs.

Hearing Su Mu's frequent praise of Su Sijin also made Su Ziming's impression of this dumb nephew change a little.

In the evening, Su Ziwu, who received the news, hurried back from the county seat, and also brought back eight young and strong warriors.

"Wu'er is back."

With Su Mu's cordial call, everyone glanced out.

"Third brother."

"Big brother."

The two brothers saw each other again and hugged each other excitedly.

Because of his martial arts practice, Su Ziwu, who is more than eighty years old, is still full of glory, but his slightly vicissitudes of arms are extraordinarily powerful.

Su Ziwu didn't hide it, and showed the realm on his body—the peak of his internal strength.

Feeling Su Ziwu's strength, Su Ziming couldn't help but praise again and again.

The martial arts realm of Nanqianzhou is divided into external strength, internal strength, rare transformation strength and legendary grandmaster, and each big realm is divided into three small realms: small success, big success, and peak.

The strength of the peak of internal strength is enough to resist the third-layer cultivators of Qi training, and among the mortals of the Su family, they belong to a small group of people standing at the top of the pyramid.

After the two brothers got acquainted, Su Ziwu took the initiative to introduce the martial arts pavilion he founded.

Now the Martial Pavilion founded by Su Ziwu has a total of 3,000 martial artists, and even surpasses the Su family's immortal cultivators in terms of numbers.

Among the 3,000 warriors, sixty percent are stuck in the outer strength of the small success, three percent are stuck in the external strength of the big success, and there are dozens of martial artists who are born of internal strength.

In the huge martial pavilion, the most outstanding and potential monks were the eight people brought back by Su Ziwu.

The eight of them were all internal strength martial artists under the age of forty, and they were considered gifted beings among mortals.

In the face of Su Ziwu's enthusiastic introduction, Su Ziming only glanced at it with his spare eyes, and did not mean to stay at all.

If it weren't for Su Ziwu's face, Su Ziming wouldn't have wasted even a second on a few people.

In less than a second, Su Ziming knew the strength of the eight people well; The seven of them were all stuck in the internal strength of Xiaocheng, and the other was a little unexpected, exuding the aura of the peak of internal strength, and the realm was on par with Su Ziwu, the master and founder of the Martial Pavilion.

In terms of age, Su Ziwu is very different from the young man in front of him.

Seeing Su Ziming's gaze looking back, Su Ziwu took the opportunity to introduce: "This is Brother Wei's proud disciple Tianqi, the strongest man in the Martial Pavilion, even Brother Wei is not an opponent, known as a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard, at the age of twenty-seven he has reached the peak of his internal strength, and the most promising martial artist among mortals to enter the realm of transformation strength." ”

Listening to Su Ziwu's proud praise in front of him, Su Ziming couldn't help but laugh and said, "Big brother, you are really incompetent as the pavilion master!" ”

"You mean?"

Su Ziwu was a little confused, rubbing his hands and looking at Su Ziming suspiciously.

Seeing this, Su Ziming no longer concealed it, and chuckled: "This kid is hiding his cultivation, you don't even see it, hahaha..."

"You say the apocalypse hides the cultivation?"

Su Ziwu looked at his disciple, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then turned to ecstasy.

This disciple of his own has already shown the cultivation of the peak of internal strength, if he goes further, wouldn't it be better!

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Energize!

The martial arts pavilion that he founded single-handedly actually has a martial artist in charge; If the news spreads, the reputation of the Martial Pavilion will definitely rise, even if it is the martial arts holy land in the hearts of the mortals of the Su family, it is not impossible.

After all, there are more than a dozen martial artists at the peak of the Su family's internal strength, but there is only one hundred-year-old martial artist; Unlike the old man, Su Tianqi is not yet thirty years old now!

Su Ziwu's eyes kept looking at this disciple, and Su Tianqi was uncomfortable.

Seeing that the Su family's immortal master had exposed his cultivation, Su Ziming was not deliberately concealing it, and his body exuded the aura that a martial artist should have.

"Good, good, good, Apocalypse is worthy of being the most proud disciple of the teacher..."

After feeling all this, Su Ziwu happily raised his arms and shouted like a child.

The rest of the warriors also showed shocked expressions.

In the whole house, only Su Ziming and Su Mu are the most stable; Su Mu's determination comes from knowing very little, and Su Ziming's determination comes from not caring.

The status of the realm of Huajin Xiaocheng among mortals can be compared to the Jiedan among the monks of Nan Qianzhou, and in Su Ziming's eyes, he is just a junior with the strength of the fourth layer of Qi training.

"Apocalypse, how did you break through the strength?"

At this moment, Su Tianqi was already surrounded by a group of martial artists, and they all wanted to know how Su Tianqi had entered this realm where no one had been promoted for many years without the guidance of a strong man.

In the face of everyone's fiery gaze, Su Tianqi did not change his face and explained to Su Ziwu and the others: "There was once a sloppy fat immortal who taught his disciples a set of exercises, and told his disciples that this exercise can help me cultivate all the way to the legendary grandmaster realm. ”

After listening to Su Tianqi's explanation, the people around him were not only shocked but also deeply suspicious, after all, why did the immortals teach you the exercises because they are not related to you.

But no warrior is willing to offend a great elder, so no one investigates it in detail.

They knew that Su Tianqi had exercises in his hands that could be cultivated to the Grandmaster realm, and this was enough.

However, Su Ziming was aroused by Su Tianqi's words, and he waved his sleeves lightly, and an invisible force instantly brought the package of unrelated people and others outside the house.

There were only five people left in the house, including Su Mu, Su Ziwu, Su Lao Er, and Su Tianqi.