Scattered inexplicably, Chen Zhen was like a puddle of mud that couldn't hold the wall, collapsed, lay on the ground and convulsed, and was almost killed by Zhang Wu.

When he first subdued Tie Gui, he still had to use his hands to use this kind of strength, and today, boxing has long been supernatural, pinching the hearts of others in the air, those immortals in ancient times, the means are not much stronger than him.

The style of national art and the attainment of striking skills are not weaker than pure killing methods, but ordinary people can't practice them.

So far, Zhang Wu has realized some truths, killing people is just a strategy, and it is good to use it when shocking people's hearts.

If you kill too much, your boxing skills will become vicious, and your personality will change and go to the dark side.

And the best policy is to surrender others, that kind of pleasure is far more pleasant than killing, the enemy has become your subordinate, or respectful to you, looking up to you, that kind of satisfaction can improve people's spiritual cultivation, and the spirit is cultivated in this way, and can accumulate the temperament of a saint.

Everyone present was shocked, all of them were shocked, Nie Jiugong stared at Zhang Wu without blinking, as if he wanted to get to know this person again.

"Xiaoyou's boxing skills are beyond the world's guesses, the striking skills are in line with the Tao, and they are amazing, which is really beyond people's reach!" Tang Bo sighed sincerely, bent down slightly, and hugged Zhang Wuxing with a fist salute, which is a respect for people with superb skills.

"Thank you seniors for your compliments, these small skills of the kid are still far behind, and I dare not call it big, "People respect me, and I pay you back."

In the end, Yu Wanxiang didn't make a move, this guy was dressed as a Taoist priest, with a cyan robe, a Taiji diagram printed on it, a Taoist bun on his head, and a Qingfeng sword behind him, with blazing eyes and a very elegant style.

Even if he saw Zhang Wu showing his might, he still did not weaken his aura and was full of confidence.

Zhang Wu looked at Yu Wanxiang quietly, cultivating the way of ancient sacrifices, he really had never seen this kind of kung fu, but he had practiced the Great Dance Technique, as well as stepping on the gang, these things were all created to communicate with the gods.

In ancient times, there were more books such as "Zhou Li" and "Book of Rites" to record sacrifices, the emperor wanted to go to Mount Tai to sacrifice to the sky, the monarch was granted by God, the gods were bigger than the emperor, the wind and clouds in the sky changed, the sun and the moon were running, the mountains and rocks and trees on the ground, birds and beasts, were all dominated by the gods, and the ancients believed in this set of things.

In modern times, some gods have been derived, asking for divine arts, gods fighting, and seeing the sacrificial techniques of seeing a doctor, communicating with ghosts and gods, and obtaining the blessing of mysterious powers.

In Zhang Wu's view, this is just self-hypnosis, the effect of the mind, but he also believes that there are real gods and Buddhas, because they are often in harmony with the Tao, they can perceive different things, travel the universe with their hearts, peek into the mysteries of heaven and earth, and understand the way of heaven and man, which is the best boxing technique.

"Brother Yu, are we fighting, or are we fighting?"

"Everything!"

"I heard Uncle Tom introduce you just now, you can survey the sky and wipe the earth, isn't that the means of the gods?"

"The little Taoist technique is not worth mentioning," Yu Wanxiang didn't say much.

"That's right, I've realized something recently, I often have visions, and I can predict the future, why don't we compare this?"

"Yes!"

Taoism pays attention to opening the mouth and dispersing the spirit, and the intention is to move the fire and work the cold, and people will leak their essence and spirit as soon as they speak, and their thoughts will waste their body functions, so they are not allowed to talk more.

Many boxing techniques are also involved in Taoist things, including Xingyi boxing, practicing boxing and boxing are not allowed to speak, and if you miss that breath, you can't get out of kung fu.

"Brother Yu, will you come first or will I come first?"

"You first!"

Zhang Wu stopped talking, adjusted his physical and mental state, walked and stopped in place, occasionally overlooking the sacred mountain, stopping to observe the earth, spying on the veins of mountains and rivers, the mysteries of the world, and constantly pinching the knuckles with his right hand.

Seeing him like this, Yu Wanxiang's face immediately became serious, knowing that this guy was profound, and his boxing skills were beyond the physical body, and he began to cultivate his spirit, meditate, think hard, and comprehend the principles of heaven and earth with his soul.

Zhang Wu turned around for a while, his face was solemn, and there were even signs of dust in his heart, and he shivered.

opened his mouth and said: "Brother Yu, you have a catastrophe, the people of your Longmen sect habitually sleep on the kang of the earth, after three days, you will disassemble the grass mats on the kang, spread them one by one, and then use these grasses to wrap yourself in it, and finally use these artemisia grass to tie yourself, you can really pierce into it!"

After just a few words, Zhang Wu somehow, his whole body trembled, as if there was a great terror covering him, and he hallucinated in front of him, traveling through time and space, and going to many years later.

At that time, he was already a god, omniscient, the sun, moon and stars were all in his heart, and he didn't know when he began to get used to sleeping on the earthen kang, maybe it was very cold in winter?

Until one day, he was wandering too weakly, and his body didn't feel it, but he held the straw mat in his hand, and it was not enough to eat a kang mat, until he ate several layers of straw mats on the kang, and those grasses were not digested, how to eat it, how to tie it out, and he became a hedgehog and still eat......

And at this time, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Wu has been blackened, covered by dark clouds, and there are signs of closure on the top of his head, and he is dying!

Yu Wanxiang trembled, suffered from soul loss, his pupils dilated, and he was immersed in some legends and couldn't extricate himself, because every generation of Longmen sect patriarchs was in this scene when they died, and there was an unknown addition.

The hundreds of immortals on the field, almost including the elites of the various major valve sects in Taiyuan, were all helpless, and they couldn't see why, the scene was mysterious and quiet, and there was boundless oppressive power, so that everyone didn't dare to speak.

Until Zhang Wu, who was lying on the ground, twitched violently, his head flashed green, and he woke up......

I got up and touched my body, which was real, and I was relieved.

Go to see Yu Wanxiang, this guy has been scared to the point that his buttocks are urinating, his mouth is wide open, his mouth is open, and he is in a puddle of water, how can he still have the atmosphere of a Taoist master?

This guy has broken the spiritual defense line has been broken, what Zhang Wu is talking about is the most terrifying thing that all fortune tellers and people who look at divination think are the most terrifying, what people are most afraid of is not death, but weird and ominous, living in panic all day long, and finally not ending well.

"Brother Yu wake up!" Zhang Wu took a deep breath, his lungs opened and closed, and he drank loudly, which had the effect of drinking a stick on the head.

Let Yu Wanxiang cut the spirit, sweat like rain, instantly soaked, as if drenched in the heavy rain, the ground became a river, the first thing he woke up was to kneel down for Zhang Wu: "Brother Zhang save me!"

A dignified immortal, Ning Gang does not break, the spine does not bend, and his character is precious, he will kneel down to others, it is incredible!

How frightened must this child be?

Zhang Wu just told two sentences of the story of the straw mat, although it sounds a little weird, but are you like this?

"You hurry up, my hunch is not accurate, but in the future, you will still use less of this kind of kung fu, first, fortune-telling leaks the heavenly machine and there is retribution, and second, the way of the priest is not so easy to cultivate, how can the gods blaspheme?"

"There are strict requirements for ancient sacrificial rituals, the gods and the earth are sacrificed by the Son of Heaven, the princes and doctors sacrifice the mountains and rivers, and the Shishu can only sacrifice to the ancestors and the god of the stove, we are just ordinary people with superb boxing skills, and the gods also need qualifications, we are not enough!"