In the main hall of the small building, Lian Ping is sitting on a hanging large calligraphy and painting under the walnut appreciation calligraphy and painting, the huge return wind on the word reveals a strong force, from the red seal of the inscription, the author is Lian Ping.

It's hard to believe that this lean and ordinary middle-aged man can write such shocking cursive characters that make people feel like they are facing the wind head-on. It can also be known that Lian Ping's qi cultivation kung fu is not bad, and he has been grinding for so long before he starts to Tibet, and it is estimated that the bottleneck is the same as the walnut on his hand.

His attention was all on the calligraphy and painting in his hands.

It seems to be pondering how to write more elegantly.

When Wu Mourning walked into the main hall, the apprentice who was waiting on the side coughed lightly, and Lian Ping put down the brush and raised his head.

Seeing that it was Wu Mourning, he was a little surprised for a while. To be honest, he has indeed forgotten Wu Mourning, the registered disciple he brought back, recently, and he has some guilt in his heart.

"Xinzhuo, but something?"

"Lianshi, can you retreat left and right?" Wu Mourning stepped forward and made a gesture, and there was a strange look in his voice. "I'm here today to detail the facts, and it's best to keep it secret for the time being."

Lian Ping couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Wu Mourning's gaze at the moment is extremely aggressive, and his temperament is even more of a frenzy to break through the cage, and it is actually a bit rude to act like this in front of him, and if it is serious, he will not respect the teacher.

However, Lian Ping still met Wu Mourning's request.

Quan Dangwu mourned that the young man was ignored and neglected, and he was aggrieved to ask for an explanation today, after all, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy didn't care about anything in one breath.

Who didn't have a teenage age?

"You all go down, don't let people disturb our master and apprentice for the time being."

The apprentices resigned in unison, and some curious people glanced at Wu Mourning, as if they were speculating about what this named disciple was going to do when he came to the hall master. It can't really be an explanation, if that's the case, then it's crazy and boundless, and even the master doesn't take it seriously.

Waiting for the others to walk out and bring the door, there was a distance, and Lian Ping picked up the brush again.

"Tell me something."

"Xinzhuo was invited by a friend to go out for a few days, and the first officer of the martial arts hall is afraid that he will not be able to contribute."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay to go out for a walk." Lian Ping didn't come back to it for a while, and he only felt that what Wu Mourning said was a little funny.

"Therefore, before the disciple goes out, he dares to ask Master Lian for two tricks."

One step forward, the blood is excited!

The original bookish martial mourning suddenly turned into that fierce evil star, and the majestic qi and blood that were wantonly urged, like a furnace cast by the day, exuding an amazing suffocating heat, wrapped in the pure martial arts, and turned this main hall into a battlefield with a roar in an instant!

There seemed to be a primordial belligerent shout in the air!

Knock knock knock!!

The heart is like a war drum beating, and the courage brought out by this step of martial mourning is no less than the winter thunder for the warrior, and it is fiercely slashed in the heart!

The brush in Lian Ping's hand shook suddenly, and a large drop of ink fell on the white rice paper, which was extremely dazzling. He stared at this named disciple in disbelief, it didn't seem to be the martial arts he knew, but a fierce beast that tore open the cage and unscrupulously showed its fangs and claws.

Fierce, fearless, and full of fighting spirit, this is the true face of a warrior!

surpassed the majestic blood of first-class martial artists, and in the violent beating of war drums, it was like a wave of waves sweeping towards Lian Ping. He clearly realized that the outrageous martial artist standing in front of him was already powerful beyond the limit of martial artists, reaching a realm that he had never reached in his life.

Enlightenment!

It must be the Enlightenment!

"Please teach me!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Mourning's figure disappeared in Lian Ping's field of vision, and then the violent strength was used, and the Eight Immortals Table that was blocked between the two was thrown up and thrown three stories high in an instant.

Feeling the fatal evil energy in front of him, Lian Ping burst out with a roar in a hurry, lifted the twelve layers of qi and blood that had been maintained for a lifetime, and pushed all the strength of his whole body forward, just to repel the thunderous bombardment of Wu Mourning!

Rumble!!

Countless flying rice papers were torn apart by the surging force at this moment.

Like a poignant white butterfly, fragile like duckweed and reeds in a storm.

Even the Eight Immortals table that was thrown to the highest point.

It seemed to have stopped for a moment in mid-air because of the furious roar.

From the reflection of the splashed ink, it can be vaguely seen that the two violent and ferocious figures are fist-to-fist, leg to leg, and several rounds of counter-moves have been completed between the flashes of the ink.

The power that Lian Ping burst out of was shocked and angry, which can be called a model of a first-class martial artist reaching the pinnacle, every move and every style perfectly fits the strength, containing a variety of changes and techniques to deal with extreme speed and great strength, and the power to break the limit of the human body has been exerted to a limit.

Even an elephant would be beaten to death in front of him!

However......

Moves! Break!

Strength! Open!

Blood! Town!

The simple and rough Wu Mourning ran over directly, like a mud heavy truck with full horsepower, or a vajra waffler who tore the tiger and leopard alive, and even stopped breathing when he was pressed.

One punch collapses the fight, and the door is wide open!

Suppress the counterattack with one palm and lock the inner circle!

The competition of qi and blood and strength was even more devastating and directly crushed all the way, and even the plane was as red as blood, but it was still steadily suppressed by Wu Mourning.

Even Wu Mourning could lift one leg and catch the fallen Eight Immortals Table.

"Lian Shi, I have opened my way. Since I am about to travel far away, I am here to share my feelings in order to repay me for taking care of Yushan. ”

Accompanied by the whispers of mourning.

The qi and blood strength that invaded Lian Ping's body shook together, and after completing the suppression, it simulated the kind of qi and blood pass when he broke through to Qizang, when the qi and blood pass was opened, it seemed thrilling in an instant, but in fact, it was an orderly martial rhythm like the division of yin and yang. Lian Ping's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly closed his eyes to feel this unavoidable opportunity.

It is extremely difficult to break through the pass grinding pulp.

Martial arts is the way of the limit.

After learning from the turtle for a long time, I lost the determination to forge ahead.

Wu Mian came over today to break his master's strength and mentality, and he just wanted to take this opportunity to show him the way.

If it weren't for the absolute strength to suppress, the perception of the perfect breakthrough of the robbery, and the overly keen senses, Wu Mian would never have dared to find the Lian Shi who came up to fight so boldly that he almost vomited blood. This is already a double crushing of strength and realm, Wu Mourning is here today to open a road for Lian Ping, a martial arts road!

The sound of the wind slowly stopped.

Lian Ping closed his eyes for a long time.

When Wu Mourning slowly put down the Eight Immortals Table that he was holding with all his strength on his legs, and landed on the ground with a heavy sound, Lian Ping opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with tears.

It was a tear for himself that had been wasted for so many years.

I actually need the next life to remind myself one day what martial arts are.

Only martial arts, unyielding!

Thou shalt not yield to others, nor shall thou shalt bend to thyself!