In just a few days, on the boundary of Foshan City, Guangdong, the martial arts dojo opened by the Japanese is considered to be unlucky. ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?．

Shouyuan Street in the north of the city, Snow Village Dojo. "Yaga, what are you doing!" shouted the cannon fodder at the door.

The visitor didn't answer, and he didn't stop, and went straight to the main hall. With a slap in the face, a fresh large pig's head was born! Then I heard a chaotic sound in the arena, sometimes mixed with the terrible screams of the Japanese. When the visitor reappeared at the door of the dojo, he saw this big man walking out with a half-dead Japanese man wearing a kimono and stepping on clogs under his arm.

"Hey, hey, wake up, I have a pair of words for you to give to the dojo, do you understand?" Xiang Ji slapped the unconscious Snow Village Daoist Gym Master awake, and pointed to a white banner with the words "The Sick Man of East Asia" written on it for him to see.

This Japanese pavilion owner is also a person who knows Chinese characters, and when he saw this character, his eyes suddenly widened with anger, how could he accept such an insult.

Another slap went down, and the old man successfully fainted again. Xiang Ji didn't intend to convince people with reason, he directly stunned people, and then pasted the banner on the head of the old man in Japan, and lived!

Snow Village Dojo, pawn!

Wuguan Street, Gangrouliu Wukan.

Pavilion owner: "Baga! You Chinese deceive people too much!"

Xiang Ji was speechless. Then, with a crackle and a sharp rub, a white banner fluttered lightly on the owner of the pavilion who had turned into a pig's head.

Gangrou Liuwu Hall, pawn!

Faluo Street Pass, Yamaguchi Dojo.

"What Your Excellency has done in the past few days is inevitably too compelling, do you really want to kill them all?" asked Akutagawa Ryuichi, the head of the Yamaguchi Dojo, angrily. Xiang Ji just smiled at this and did not answer.

Seeing that this strong man did not speak, but his feet were pressing step by step, the Japanese head finally could not bear the pressure and shouted loudly to strike first.

Facing the enemy who rose into the air and kicked over, Xiang Ji just shook his head, lightly let go of his feet, and threw a punch at will with his sideways. Akutagawa Ryuichi, who was hit hard in the abdomen in mid-air, bowed his body in pain, slammed into the floor from the air, covered his stomach with both hands, and salivated at the corners of his mouth. With just one blow, the head of the Yamaguchi Dojo had already lost his combat effectiveness.

This kid was stupid, wasn't he? He actually did this trick in front of me? Raise his legs but his knees, don't you understand? This guy has practiced before. Xiang Ji secretly despised it in his heart.

The head of the head coach was killed, and although there were many of the remaining minions, they were obviously bold, and the thunderbolt rubbed down violently, and everyone could only lie on the floor and scream.

Yamaguchi Dojo, Died ......

A very happy legend has been spreading in Foshan these days.

Legend has it that a martial arts master who is two feet tall, has a big waist and a round waist, and is as powerful as a door god, is looking for the bad luck of the Japanese all over the world in the city these days.

According to legend, this master is a hermit who practiced in the mountains, with strong martial arts, and his horizontal kung fu in a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt is invulnerable, and his strength is infinite. Somehow, the Japanese offended this master, and as a result, the entire Japanese martial arts hall in Foshan was overturned!

Haha! It's really a great pleasure! These little devils deserve to be unlucky, let them be arrogant on weekdays, and let them be arrogant again! When people talk about this matter after tea and dinner, they are all very happy, and this matter should be revealed!

Sitting in the lobby of the restaurant, Xiang Ji, who was waiting for the food to be served, heard these discussions and smiled lightly. Sure enough, gossip will inevitably go viral anywhere.

"Master Xiang, you really give us a long face in the martial arts world!" Several young people with long hands and feet and strong bodies at the same table gave Xiang Ji a thumbs up in admiration.

"Hehe, it's too much. Xiang Ji smiled reservedly.

These are all disciples of several local martial arts halls in Foshan City. As the head of the snake, they have lived a very aggrieved life in the past few years, and have been repeatedly provoked and bullied by Orientals, Westerners and other foreigners.

The local martial arts, who had long wanted to brew a counterattack, happened to meet Xiang Ji, a visitor from outside the world, and did what they had not been able to do for them. This time, it was difficult for Xiang Ji not to be noticed, and soon people from all walks of life came into contact with Xiang Ji.

And Xiang Ji also did not refuse, he also had ideas, he wanted to have more contact with the natives of his own plane, and the two sides got along very well.

In fact, Xiang Ji had already had some questions, he once asked the sky, what is the purpose of doing all this?

"If the Lord God wants to turn the tide in this world, what is the point of what it makes us do? No matter how powerful the martial arts are, how can they compare the lethality of guns in this world?"

"If the Lord God wants to make a difference, shouldn't he pass on some powerful technology to make it more immediate?" Xiang Ji once asked the sky.

[What is your impression of this world?] Instead of answering Xiang Ji's question head-on, the firmament asked another topic.

"What else can there be, this is just a real world, and it is absolutely impossible to rely on martial arts to defy the sky. ”

[For now, this is a normal standard plane, but do you see the name suffix?

"You mean?" Xiang Ji faintly grasped something.

[Although the strength of this world's plane has not yet reached the level of the natural plane, it is already higher than most ordinary standard planes," said the firmament.

[Extremely high energy intensity, judged by the strength of the plane of the Grandmaster World of the Republic of China, the free energy filled by its heaven and earth is already quite abundant, and it may evolve and upgrade to a new natural plane at any time.] And this kind of evolution, that is what requires this world to produce enough strong people. ]

[Therefore, the Juggernaut will ask us to find ways to promote the development of this dimensional national art.] Juggernaut needs heroes who are one against a hundred, not scientists and scholars, do you understand?]

"Oh, is that so? It just so happens that a few local martial artists have come to visit me these days, so wouldn't it be good if I passed on the strength of pulling mountains to them, which should promote the development of the world's martial arts in the direction of nature, right?" Xiang Ji pondered.

[You're free, but it doesn't mean much.] The strength of the plane of the Chu Han world is much higher than that of the Grandmaster world of the Republic of China, and the cultivation exercises of that plane are honestly not very suitable for this world] The sky is noncommittal about this.

[You have the strength to pull out the mountain in your own cultivation, you should feel something.] This kind of exercise has very high requirements for people's qualifications, and with the soul strength and physical qualifications of the human beings in the Chu and Han worlds, not many people can cultivate it to the fullest, let alone the human beings in this world]

[Although the Grandmaster of the Republic of China is also a plane on the verge of evolution, the strength of the plane is still far worse than that of the Chu and Han worlds, even if it really evolves into a natural plane, I am afraid that it is still not as strong as the Chu and Han worlds in terms of plane strength]

"In other words, even if I pass on the mantra, the people of this world may not be able to practice anything, and in the end, it is likely to be the same level when I was in the Chu Han world, right?" Xiang Ji also understood.

[Almost, the soul strength of the human beings in this world is a little higher than when you first entered the Chu Han world, but forcibly cultivating this kind of exercise, the effect is not much better.] It is possible that only one or two geniuses have been lucky enough to emerge in the past hundred years, and they can cultivate the strength of pulling the mountain to the level of nascent strength. If you're unlucky, maybe there won't be anyone like this for another one or two hundred years.]

The above is what Xiang Ji and Cangqiong have discussed, although he is not optimistic about the future of Bashan Jin in this world, but Xiang Ji still decided to do something, how much to help the suffering people in this world.

He himself has cultivated the strength of pulling out the mountain, and he has also seen the power of this exercise in Xiang Yu's hands, so he still has a certain understanding of this exercise. The cultivation method of pulling out the mountain is extremely rough, and it is completely tailored for talented strongmen, as for people with ordinary qualifications, then I'm very sorry, there is nothing for you here.

This kind of exercise places extreme emphasis on the strength of the physical body, and the body must be tempered to a level of strength that is close to inhuman, and the qi and blood of the whole body must be surging to a fairly high level, so that the threshold of internal vitality can be obtained. Therefore, this requires that the stronger the cultivator's body, the better, and it is best to be the kind of person who is born with divine power, so that the probability of success in cultivation will be relatively large. This Xiang Yu is a typical example, this guy's ** is naturally strong like a monster.

Just because, the primitive and crude cultivation method of pulling out the mountain strength is too devastating to the body, and there is no way to maintain health in its cultivation system, and some are just crazy squeezing of the body's potential, and without a good body, it can't support the destruction of the exercises at all, and in the end it can only stop at a level where the cultivation of external skills has been successful.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiang Ji had strengthened it with the main god, the qi that he cultivated from the mountain strength could bless the human body in a short period of time after being drummed, making people feel greater, and it could also be blessed and injected into the weapon armor like the legendary internal force, which had the characteristics of a part of the internal force.

So this kind of energy, which has no effect of nourishing the body, and whose nature is as simple and crude as its effect, is simply inferior to the qi and blood in the concept of national arts. Fortunately, the qi and blood energy in the inner fist can also strengthen the body and make people healthy and long-lived. In terms of health and fitness, consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, the strength of pulling the mountain is really not as good as the inner fist in this plane. At least in the more than ten years that Xiang Ji has been in the Chu and Han worlds, he has never heard of any master who can maintain a fairly peak combat effectiveness at the age of seventy or eighty like the old boxers of this world.

It is precisely because he knows that Bashan Jin is a big man with flesh-eating qualifications, so most of the people Xiang Ji wants from local martial artists are young people with great strength and strong bodies, and many of them are famous strong men among their peers since they were young.

Even so, Xiang Ji didn't have much expectation for these young people to cultivate mountain strength. Teach them hand in hand today, what they can achieve in the future can only depend on their own creation, Xiang Ji sighed.

However, even if you can't cultivate your strength in the end, this exercise can be regarded as an excellent external skill if you put it on the level of the grandmaster of the Republic of China. Anyway, I talked to their division commander at the beginning, and my ancestral martial arts originated from the battle array, and it was cultivated for people who were born with divine power. If you can't become famous in your cultivation, you can't blame me.

Thinking of this, Xiang Ji let go of his worries and happily talked and laughed with the little apprentices on the table again.

But what Xiang Ji didn't know was that the conspiracy against him on the Japanese side had quietly unfolded at this time.