"Nonsense! There are really flying swords and pills in the world, and things that take people's heads thousands of miles away, then they have to go, and the world is not in chaos for a long time. ”

Zhou Huanwen took two steps, returned to the crocodile leather swivel chair, shook it a few times, sat comfortably, picked up a jade lion paperweight and played with it in his hand, and picked up a Cuban cigar in his hand.

In the curling smoke, Zhou Huanwen's face looked extremely hideous, Wednesday and Thursday were his Zhou family's personal bodyguards, strong in martial arts, I don't know how many things he did for himself! But now, a wrist was scrapped, a shoulder bone was shattered, and he was completely disabled, and the opponent was still a second ancestor who robbed his own woman.

Although Lu Na not only has no good impression of Zhou Huanwen, but his hostility is not small, but the habit he has developed since he was a child, as long as he wants it, there is nothing he can't get. has long regarded Lu Na as his own forbidden body.

"Why did you waste that kid, dare to rob my woman! Go against me!" Thinking of the scene where Lu Na and Wang Zhong hooked their shoulders and hugged their waists, a strong fire of jealousy rushed to his brain!

"Young master, there really is!" Tuesday's old face was full of hills and ravines, as if he was recalling: "I don't know if I can take someone's head thousands of miles away, but when I was a child practicing boxing in Qingcheng Mountain, I once saw a person who practiced flying swords, and with a finger of his hand, the sword turned into white light and flew out, and circled around the thick and hugging tree, and the leaves and branches fell off with a clatter! After dozens of circles, a big tree was cut bare. ”

"What! Is there such a thing? Why didn't you tell me before!" Zhou Huanwen didn't look like he was lying when he saw Tuesday, not to mention that Tuesday had been with his old man for many years, and there was no reason to lie to himself with strange things, obviously he really saw it with his own eyes. "Isn't that a god? Now that person is still there!, invite me at all costs!"

"Young master!" Tuesday was a little embarrassed: "That person is not an immortal, and he still knows my master, but I died before I went down the mountain to learn art." ”

"Tuesday!" Zhou Huanwen was furious: "You are becoming more and more presumptuous, entertain me!"

Tuesday hurriedly shook his head: "Young master, there is really something about flying swords!" But I don't know at all, so it's hard to talk nonsense." That person is really dead, but at that time it seems that there was an apprentice who had a friendship with me on the mountain, and now I heard that he is the master of a small Taoist temple in Qingcheng Mountain. The young master is going to do great things, you might as well go and take a look, if you really have this ability, please be around, things will be much easier in the future. ”

"Oh!" Zhou Huanwen's interest was hooked: "Then you go and arrange it." When he went out on Tuesday, Zhou Huanwen dialed the phone again, but after a while, a woman in her twenties and sixties, dressed in a more bewitching manner, came in: "Zhou Gongzi, what are you looking for me again?" The voice was sweet and greasy, and as soon as he came in, he sat on Zhou Huanwen's lap, twisted his waist, and hooked Zhou Huanwen's neck with a pair of arms.

"Honghong, you go and check the details of these two female students!" Zhou Huanwen opened the drawer and threw out two chapters of photos, which were Zhang Yanran and Tong Ling, and then pinched his hips, from bottom to top, his hands swimming restlessly.

Honghong's body writhed like a water snake, and she let out a moan: "What's the matter, my eldest son Zhou, have taken a fancy to these two female students again?"

"You go to check the details for me, and it's arranged without any obstacles, see how I clean up the Wang family's kid!"

"Also, the dignified eldest son of the Zhou family, if a bad boy snatches the woman and spreads it to the capital, it won't make people laugh to death. Honghong's eyes were like silk, and he let out a giggle laugh, Zhou Huanwen's face was cold, and he suddenly pushed Honghong away: "Abolish my two subordinates, and rob me of women, you can't be so cheap, you, give me the phone call of that kid's big brother Wang Hai!"

Wang Zhong didn't know that Zhou Huanwen was calculating himself, but he also expected that the other party would not give up, but the soldiers would block, and the water would come to the earth, so he didn't have to use his life on the calculation of intrigue.

After eating ten years of medicinal diet, great tonic medicinal materials, with the outer door kung fu of iron sand palm, Wang Zhong's whole body muscles and bones, physical strength, several times better than ordinary people, now every rì practice the inner boxing, one move and one style, with breathing and breathing, the whole body limbs and hundreds of remains, five internal organs and six organs thick jīng blood, marrow, liquid practice into the inner family real strength, in order to match the fists and feet, and strive to play every move, every style, all to play the full potential.

The mind was completely immersed in the boxing technique, and he kept cultivating both inside and outside, and Wang Zhong's internal organs that were injured by Wednesday's shock have been recuperated and have been healed by more than half.

Under the scorching heat, Wang Zhong's fists and feet whirred, his body jumped, like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, a leopard jumping and a wolf running, his hands sometimes became tiger claws, eagle claws, sometimes palms, fists, and condensed into a crane's beak, moving and flashing on the plum blossom pile where Lu Na usually practiced, the strong wind from the fists and feet seemed to blow the leaves next to him rustling, and the bones and joints when the whole body swam converged into a special sound.

Practicing to the "ape running style!", Wang Zhong took nine deep breaths in a row, and suddenly felt a spicy pain in his lungs, and couldn't help coughing hard!

Cough! Another mouthful of blood-streaked thick phlegm, dark sè, full of iron sand dust accumulated in the lungs for many years.

Wang Zhong was exhausted, only to feel that his body was unprecedentedly refreshed, his breathing was smooth, his ears and eyes were much clearer, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl, the sound pierced through the golden cracked stones, and the lake in the distance trembled. Wang Zhong got up, took off his upper body, and exposed his sturdy body, his skin and flesh were white and red, slightly black, and under the scorching sun, there was no trace of oil and sweat!

Since learning the inner family Xingyi boxing, Wang Zhong has practiced hard all night, and his actions are all in the fist, and his movements all the time are in the fist, without a little fetters and distractions, and the blood, marrow, and liquid of the whole body have turned into the true strength of the inner family, where is there still a little bit that can leak out!

With the breathing movement of the fist, Wang Zhong swished, jumped off the plum blossom pile, and hit the ground with one palm! Bang! A plum blossom pile in front of him seemed to be violently pushed up in the ground, and jumped up from the soil. However, it was Wang Zhong who slapped the iron sand palm gong on the root of the wooden stake with the luck method of beating cattle across the mountain, and it shook up.

Volleyed a somersault, grabbed the jumping stake with the claws of the eagle, and transported the internal strength and external strength together, and grabbed the middle of the stake to pieces, and the sawdust flew all over the place, as if someone suddenly put a cannon palm.

Breaking the wooden stake at once, whether it is the inner house or the outer house, can do it, but to break the wooden stake to pieces, you need to first use the internal strength to break the wooden fiber, and then use the muscles and bones of the outer family to pinch and slag.

Wang Zhong shot to abolish Wednesday's wrist, which is the kung fu of both internal and external cultivation, but the internal strength was handed over, and he was defeated by Wednesday, so he was counterattacked and injured his internal organs, but the flesh and bones collided, and he suffered a big loss on Wednesday.

"Sister Nana, this kid seems to have not stopped since the morning! Could it be that even Sister Nana, a big beauty, can't arouse his interest?" Tong Ling couldn't help but stick out her tongue when she heard the screaming and loud outside, and turned her head to Lu Na and asked.

In the room, Lu Na, Zhang Yanran, and Tong Ling were playing cards, eating snacks, and watching TV. Since the turmoil of that day, the three girls have been familiar with it, and they often play when they have nothing to do, no, it just happens to be a double holiday, Tong Ling dragged Zhang Yanran to play cards again, and you can also pout Wang Zhong's cooking, but Wang Zhong is practicing boxing every day in addition to eating and sleeping. Even Lu Na was holding her breath, let alone the other two.

"This guy is a madman, he wants to live forever! he wants to become an immortal! he wants to be Zhang Sanfeng! There are still such people, do you say he is a madman?" Lu Na played a card fiercely: "Every time I am so angry, I am angry when I mention him, if I can't cook, I would have kicked him away." ”

While he was talking, Tong Ling's mobile phone rang and he answered the call. "Who is it?" asked Zhang Yanran. "That taekwondo Yu Zhongming and Huang Yong, please let us go out to sing, will you go?" Tong Ling played another card.

"What's so fun about the little boys! Zhang Yanran's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain.

"Ahh ”

"What's the matter!" Zhang Yanran casually glanced out of the window, "I just think that they are all little boys now, too naïve, too pretentious! No interest! By the way, Sister Nana, I heard that you are also a master, can you teach us to practice martial arts?"

Lu Na pouted out the window, "Okay." It's past four o'clock in the afternoon, you two don't go back today, eat and sleep here, go out shopping at night, buy some necessary things, and I can teach you the basics early tomorrow morning. Well, it's time to tell that kid to cook!"

Tong Ling and Zhang Yanran both nodded and applauded.

At this time, Zhou Huanwen was taken to a Taoist temple on Hexi Mountain on Tuesday. The front hall of this temple is incense offerings, the back is very clean, pilgrims can not come in, there are dozens of quiet rooms with red walls and green tiles, and the courtyard trees are deep, it is a good to go out.

"Young master, people have been invited by me from Qingcheng Mountain, young master, please see!" Tuesday led Zhou Huanwen into the inner hall, and a deep chill came to his face.

The whole inner hall is very dark, only the sound of deep breathing can be heard, and with the breathing, a little white light rises and falls, which is very weird.

Zhou Huanwen raised his eyes and looked carefully, a Taoist priest sat on the futon in the depths of the inner hall, and a three-foot-long box was placed in front of him. As soon as the Taoist priest inhaled, the white light rushed up from the box, and Zhou Huanwen felt a cold breath erupt.

The Taoist priest exhaled, and the white light fell back into the box.

"Legend has it that those who practice flying swords, cast a good sword by themselves, quench it with painstaking efforts, and then use a special mental method every day to breathe on the sword, wash the sword with medicinal materials, and after a few decades, they can practice this stunt, although it is a legend, I think it is not groundless, all those who practice weapons, practice for a long time, people seem to communicate with weapons, and use them to be supernatural, when the gun of the martial god Yue Fei Yue Wang Ye is a spirit xìng, the Yue family army can break 20,000 gold soldiers in Zhuxian Town with 800 people and horses, but it is not really like the legend of thousands of miles away to take people's heads, then I don't know。 ”

Tuesday was explaining to Zhou Huanwen. The Taoist priest stood up suddenly, pointed with his hand, and the white light in the box suddenly jumped, as if a lightning bolt had struck out of thin air, and the room was lit up.

As soon as the white light rushed over, Zhou Huanwen was startled, and hurriedly climbed down, and the white light had already flown out. Seeing the sound of brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing outside, white light scurrying up and down around a big tree in the courtyard, and the branches fell one after another, which made Zhou Huanwen stunned.

"Zhou Gongzi doesn't need to panic!" The Taoist priest pointed with his hand, and the white light flew back again, only to hear the sound of gold and iron, and then fell back into the box, and the room was gloomy, and it became deep again.

"The flying sword is not a missile, it is a rumor to take the head of a person thousands of miles away, the poor road has been refining the sword since the age of fifteen, and has been cultivating for forty years now, but it can only be used freely within dozens of zhang, and the head of the person is taken in an instant, even if you fight hard, you can only fly the sword out of twenty or thirty miles, the world's weapons, after practicing for a long time, there is naturally a reason for communication, and the gun of Lord Yue is also like this, but it is a pity that it has been lost for a long time. In fact, all weapons in the world have a method of sacrifice, but the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, favored by countless ancestors, and the method has been passed down from generation to generation. ”

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