Chapter 33: Yellow Can't

Lao Wang was shocked to realize that there was someone behind him at this time. This is obviously an extremely terrifying and incredible thing for Lao Wang.

It is widely spread in the martial arts world, and there is a mantra in Taijiquan, which is called that a feather cannot be added, and flies and insects cannot fall. That is, the perception of the outside world is incredibly keen, and the control of one's whole body has also reached an absolutely comfortable state. A very skilled martial arts master, it is said that he can make the bird unable to fly in his hand. The bird can't fly out in the hand, because if it wants to fly, it must kick the ground with its legs, in the hands of the Tai Chi master, as soon as the bird kicks, the strength of the kick is melted away and canceled. So it can't fly out. This is a general explanation. One might say that birds fly by flapping their wings, and this explanation makes no sense. In fact, a clever martial arts master can control the changes in the surrounding airflow, so that the bird's claws and wings have no way to borrow power, which is equivalent to artificially creating a small vacuum environment. Such an explanation is easily accepted by modern people.

Of course, this kind of realm is the human body's perceptual ability to reach an unfathomable realm, whether it is cultivating the Fa or practicing martial arts, it is not an easy level to reach. Of course, Lao Wang has already reached such a state. But today, this person can pat him on the shoulder without noticing it in advance, which is definitely a shocking thing.

"Are you, Lao Huang, can't you be yellow?" Lao Wang carefully identified and blurted out. I immediately thought of it, don't startle a few people in the distance, and immediately shut up.

Next to him was a middle-aged Taoist priest, who looked very different from ordinary people. I saw him:

The crane top turtle back, phoenix eyes and thick eyebrows, double eyebrows into the sideburns, ruddy complexion, elegant demeanor. Wearing a Taiyi pure yang scarf, wearing a gossip coat with yellow marks on a blue background, a water and fire silk ribbon tied around his waist, and a pair of cloud shoes under his feet. A sword is slanted behind his back, and a whisk in his hand is dusty. It is really like the birth of Da Luo Jinxian.

The Taoist priest looked at Lao Wang with a smile, not without the intention of promoting narrowness.

"Don't worry, I've sealed off this space, and no one can hear you even if you shout through your throat. ”

"That woman is in danger, it's important to save people, why are you stopping me?" Lao Wang looked at a few people in the distance, it seemed that the woman was really a little dangerous, and the three big men could definitely take her away if they caught a chicken.

"Yes, the world is sinister, you haven't experienced enough, Xiao Wang. You wait quietly and see the reversed plot. Huang Bu still smiled, teasing Lao Wang. They have been friends for many years, and the way of inheritance is unknown, and everyone has his secrets. But when a group of people and Lao Wang wandered the rivers and lakes in high spirits and traveled through the white mountains and black waters, Lao Wang was still a little Wang.

Even if he is a young man, in the eyes of a group of old monsters, it is not enough to see after all.

"Boss Tiger, this little king is too young, don't delay our business, don't affect our overall strength. If something happens to him, someone has to take care of him, and if he doesn't take care of him properly, I'm sorry for Mr. Wang. I'll find a chance to let him go home. Among the brothers, Hu Bugui is the most eloquent.

It is said that practice to the highest level,

"It's all your illusion?"

"The human heart is more brilliant than any clever illusion. ”