The next day, Wu Ling walked out of the room very late, not because he slept lazily, but every time he woke up, he would recall the routines in his mind, and review them from time to time, in case of emergency, in this world of martial arts, the strong are always ready. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Ling has been pulled to Zama since he was a child, stretching his muscles, exercising his physical fitness, no matter the wind or rain, he has never stopped, and this good habit has made him have a strong physique.

At that time, the daily intensive training and weight-bearing ten-kilometer endurance run, rain or shine, even if Wu Ling was sick and had a fever, he would not stop today's martial arts training, because he always practiced what he firmly believed.

"As long as you interrupt your training, tomorrow or someday in the future, you will regret yourself today, and that is what you don't want to see now. ”

I remember that during the training at that time, before dawn, Wu Ling put on a weight-bearing sandbag, a bag of legs and arms, and carried a bulging balloon like a sticking to his body, swaying with Wu Ling's running.

When some road cleaning aunts saw it, they would scan Wu Ling with surprised eyes, but it was okay in winter, it wouldn't be so obvious, but then these cleaners would ask weakly, "Baby, don't you wear so little, isn't it cold?"

After several winter and summer solstices, this has honed such a martial arts genius, but unfortunately the world is different, the original world does not belong to him, the era of classes and homework exams every day does not belong to him, only now this title "Jianghu Martial Arts World" belongs to him.

After these days of training, Wu Ling finally figured out the source and end of this game system, the so-called main gods are just the means of the main gods to play, or a chess piece, although what Xiao Jing said that day is not clear, but after all, Wu Ling asked for a reason.

In order to distinguish different regions, similar to the server in reality, the supreme creator god began to divide his own authority, create and set up different powers, and the main gods of different sizes to govern their own territories.

Originally, under such a setting, the big world would be more stable and harmonious.

But one day, the supreme creator god suddenly disappeared into the big world, and all the main gods who were connected with the creation god did not know where he went.

But when the creator god first set up these main gods, he secretly set a gap that the main gods have not been able to cross so far, that is, the main gods themselves cannot control and change what happens in the big world at will, for example, if there is a big yellow dog about to die in the big world, no one can change its fate, death is death, and no strong force can bring it back to life.

Therefore, these main gods will secretly cultivate a group of main gods, that is, the so-called Wu Ling, the main gods, regardless of the identity of the main god of Wu Ling, from what Wu Ling feels, the old man of the main god must not be the main god of profit.

These main gods who want to dominate the entire Jianghu martial arts world will have a group of people who are also from the real world, who have gone through the screening of the main god, and finally become the main god of the main god, and complete a series of things related to the invasion of other main god realms for the main god.

Of course, what kind of main god there is, what kind of main god will be produced, everything in the world is like like a gathering, this kind of truth does not need to be explained too clearly, as the so-called close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black, the main god tempered by these ambitious main gods, the inner world is nothing more than two kinds, cunning and treacherous.

Although so far, Wu Ling has not really met anyone who is also from the real world, that is, he has not yet met another main godman, so he has not really comprehended their body technique, but Wu Ling is convinced that not everyone is as lucky as himself, with the ancient and peerless martial art - the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling recalled what the old man of the main god had said, don't use the dragon under the eyes of another main god, otherwise you will be coveted by the other party, but if it is swung in the form of a kill, it is estimated that the other party will not know who died under what kind of martial arts before he dies.

So Wu Ling didn't pay too much attention to it at all, after all, when he really encountered this kind of situation where he needed to use the dragon descending, the other party estimated that he and he must have reached a situation of non-death.

And at that time, don't say that Wu Ling will send him back to the west with the dragon without reservation, even if he fights all the means, he will not be better off the other party, this is the rivers and lakes, this is the fight, this is the promise you made to deceive me and ruin your body.

Wu Ling, who stood up and pushed the door, turned his head left and right, and the sound of crackling bones couldn't help but burst out, it is estimated that the pillow is not very accustomed, or Wu Ling has been lying for too long, in short, he is not very comfortable sleeping, although in this big world, as long as the dragon recalls in his mind, he can experience its mystery very well, but Wu Ling feels that since it is a martial arts technique, if he does not fight back and forth a few times in reality, he will not be able to relax his muscles and bones at all, so in the face of the oncoming morning dew breath, what Wu Ling wants to do most now is to play a set of martial arts exercises.

It's a pity that the dragon can't be used at will, it's really aggrieved, what can I do.

Wu Ling, who was puzzled, flashed the butler's treacherous face in his mind, so a strange idea was born in his heart, that is, to let the butler teach him the martial arts.

So Wu Ling didn't say a word, and went straight to the storefront of Junzi Yanmen, and sure enough, the housekeeper stood there, crossed hands, leaning on his waist, and leaning on the corner of the signboard with his crooked body.

When Wu Ling saw the appearance of the housekeeper, he gradually felt the urge to torture him, and when he wanted to call his name, he found that he didn't know the name of the housekeeper at this time.

There was a slightly clever shopkeeper next to him, he was the first to discover Wu Ling's existence, so he hurriedly elbowed the housekeeper, and finally kept calling, "Nuo Nuonuo, the adult is here, the adult is here!"

The originally high-ranking housekeeper was naturally not so pestled by his subordinates, but he turned his head and scolded the shopkeeper for a bloody spurt, and still didn't notice Wu Ling behind him.

"you banana peeler, don't you turn your elbow out? I must think that there is a killing god Wu Ling, and my status will decline, I tell you, if I become the master of the gentleman's door in the future, I will take you the first to open the brush!"

Wu Ling stared at the butler's roar as he moved behind him, and then said lightly, "Oh, I'm the God of Killing?"

The housekeeper was scolding, and there was room for someone behind him to intervene, and turning around indiscriminately was a random scolding.

Unexpectedly, the more he scolded, the quieter he became, and the more he scolded, the more he became crying, until he really cried in the end, probably because he was frightened when he turned around and fixed his eyes to see Wu Ling's appearance, and he almost didn't kneel down and beg for mercy.

The howling and crying housekeeper kept teardrops the size of beans, and his crying tone was still the same, no matter the crowd around him, after all, his net worth and life mattered, and his face was a fart, "Great god, it's a great god, which rabbit cub without eyes will say that you are a killing god, this looks like a killing god, okay, how handsome this is, a typical martial arts star descends to earth, this is a typical great god, woo woo." ”

In the end, the housekeeper couldn't make it up at all, so he just begged Wu Ling not to blame him, and he visited the ancestor of the guy in the shop thousands of times in his heart.

Grandma's, wouldn't it be good to say that the killing god Wu Ling is here, what kind of elbow pestle do you use to pestle me, I don't know if I've been scared by him so much that I'm alive with my buttocks, I'm about to lose face in front of my subordinates, you kid is good, come and pestle my back at this time, let me think that you bitches have bullied me, then it's okay.

It's a pity that my good days are over, I just appeased Wu Ling now, don't you offend again, I'll go to your grandmother's, if Lao Tzu has three long and two short, Lao Tzu will definitely pull you as a backpad.

The housekeeper was crying and looking at Wu Ling's eyes, although the tears were pretending to be held back, but he still hoped that Wu Ling could let himself go, didn't he still have the whereabouts of the door cutter and told him yet, Wu Ling would not really be ruthless and kill me.

Wu Ling naturally looked at all this in front of him, the housekeeper's pretentiousness had to be said to be superior, judging from his status as a figure, he was really too forbearing, of course, it was precisely in this way that he was able to avoid the massacre of the Junzimen, after all, his father died unclear, no matter how he said it, the housekeeper would not give up the opportunity for revenge so easily.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling pretended to be serious and said lightly: "Okay, whether it's killing gods or great gods, I have something to do with you, come with me." ”

When the housekeeper saw Wu Ling's ill-intentioned demeanor, his heart tightened slightly, he didn't really want to kill people, right?

The stunned housekeeper lowered his head, didn't dare to say a word, and followed Wu Ling in a hurry, ignoring the eyes of the people around him, and kept praying for the future.

"Heavenly spirit, earth spirit, grandpa and grandma, you manifest your spirit, kill the gods, don't ...... spirits"

Passing through the Taoist wall, the two came to a vacant place in Junzi Yanmen, only to see Wu Ling stretching his arms, and the sound of beeping was endless, and the housekeeper saw this situation, and thought that Wu Ling was about to make a move, and he was almost so frightened that he was about to squirt out of feces and urine.

"No, I still have a lot of work to do, don't go to see my dead ghost father so soon!"

Just when the pale-faced butler was about to lose his breath, Wu Ling changed back to Xiao Su's expression, bent his snow-white young teeth, his eyebrows were slightly curled, he smiled, and said lightly, "I saw that your boxing technique was very unusual that day, I don't know if you can use it again, and teach me by the way?"

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