MTL - Rebirth – City Cultivation

"How can I not understand." Chen Fan smiled in his heart.

Zhenwu Xianzong is also known as the first battle of the immortal world!

From the most basic refining techniques to the methods of killing swords, all things are indispensable. As the first master of Zhenwu Xianzong, what kind of physical fighting has he not seen? The boxing method of a boxing woman is as tender as his three-year-old child in his eyes.

Even the ‘Zhongwu 36-type Sanshou’ practiced by the introductory disciples at the bottom of Zhenwu Xianzong is much more numerous than the woman’s boxing method.

It is the servant of the Emperor Wuzong and the flesh-and-mortem method that will not be cultivated by the disciples. The true cultivator will abandon such primitive battles.

However, Chen Fan did not want to argue with her, nor did he want to reveal his identity as a cultivator, so he simply apologized:

"I really don't understand. I used to shake my head because of other things. I am sorry."

"If you don't understand, don't shake it....." The woman will continue to say that the old Tang suitor suddenly shouted: "Zi Qing, come back, everyone apologizes."

"Okay, Grandpa."

The woman named Ziqing answered her voice and then took a look at Chen Fan before turning around and walking back to the old man.

Chen Fan shook his head, which was a curse from the sky.

He looked at the old man in Tang suit and found that the other party was actually an internal force, and he was much more powerful than a ponytail woman.

In terms of quantity, the old man of Tangzhuang is about to be in the middle of the foundation, which is higher than the current Chen Fanxiu. The ‘子卿’ is just getting started, and even the initial stage of the building has not yet arrived.

Of course, the immortal and the warrior cannot be compared simply.

There may not be a big gap between the people, but the quality is not the same. Just like a piece of tofu and a steel knife, the tofu is bigger and bigger, and it will be split in half.

Like the old Tang dynasty, Chen Fan can play ten in one hand.

After figuring out, his curiosity was almost exhausted, and he did not see his child continue to fight. Instead, I found a willow tree sitting cross-legged and not starting to practice.

He soon entered the state of cultivation, and with the operation of the 'empty refining body', there was another vacuum around it.

Chen Fan’s strange behavior naturally attracted the attention of the Tang suitants and his sons. Everyone was exercising in the morning. How can they sit and sleep under the willow tree?

"what?"

After watching it for a while, the old man in Tang costume suddenly made a surprise.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?" asked the child strangely.

"You look at him carefully, what's different." The old man's face gradually appeared dignified.

“Not the same?” Ziqing frowned and continued to look at it. Is it no different?

"Pay attention to his breathing." Tang suit the old man reminded.

It was said that Ziqing discovered that the abominable child who had just disturbed his practice had actually swelled up every time he breathed, and then the chest was high and then slowly recessed. The whole person was like a blower. There are even two faint white air spurting out of the nostrils. As the breathing expands and contracts, such as two naughty little snakes, you can't find it without looking carefully.

"This is?" Ziqing Xiumei slightly.

"This is a very high-level method of internal cultivation. It is said that only some ancient sects of martial arts can do it. This kind of breathing must have extremely powerful lungs, take a breath, and be able to close in the water for a long time. Time." The old man of Tang suit said one word at a time. "I didn't expect that I could see such a high person in my lifetime, and it was so young, it was incredible."

"Hey." The ponytail woman was not convinced, and she snorted: "It’s not that breathing is more powerful. What's so great, Grandpa, you look at him too high."

"You, you. I don't know how thick the earth is." The old man of Tang costume shook his head lovingly. "This kind of high-ranking person can't be done without decades of cultivation. I have only heard of it in rumors, I have never seen it. In the face of you, you don't need to move your hands, just exhale. You can kill."

“Is it so powerful?” Ziqing’s eyes flashed a suspicion.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. "Wait, he is a tall man. I just shook my head, I don't understand, but I can't see my boxing?"

"Well, Grandpa, you blow him up, I will let him try him." Ziqing suddenly realized that only a nameless anger ignited.

"Hey!" Looking at the granddaughter who was eager to try, the old man in Tang costume could only helplessly sigh.

But he is not prepared to stop anything. In the eyes of the young man, he may be a high-ranking person, but he has been in the fire for a lifetime, and he has come over the sea of ​​knives and mountains. He is not afraid of the land that has been in business for a long time, let alone a normal discussion.

They didn't wait for a long time. About half an hour later, the teenager sitting under the willow tree opened his mouth and spit out a white gas. This white gas shot a few meters like a train, leaving a trace in the air, longer than yesterday. A short paragraph.

"Sure enough, it is a high person." Tang suit the old man in the eyes of a condensation.

"Nothing, Qi Ge is here, can you be taller than a gun? In modern society, there are martial arts masters who are not afraid of guns."

Ziqing Yigao is daring, although he is surprised, but he is not afraid.

Unlike her grandfather, she was sought after by everyone, and with the superiority of her family, she never touched the real master of martial arts. Naturally, she has a burdock that is not afraid of tigers.

The fine young man who leaned on the off-road vehicle also noticed the things here and walked over early. His face was cold and his hands were behind his waist, and he seemed to be able to pick up anything at any time.

Chen Fan got up and stood up, and he was a little dissatisfied.

This cultivation treasure is certainly faster than other places, but it is a lot worse than the aura that directly absorbed the medicine yesterday.

He turned his head and suddenly found that the ponytail woman and the Tang suit old man did not leave, but stood by and looked at him.

Seeing that he woke up, the old man in Tang suit smiled and stepped forward and said: "I don't know that the little brother was also the same as the martial arts. In Wei Wei, dare to ask where the little brother is from? Where is the teacher?"

"Wei Fu?"

Seems to have heard of this name?

Chen Fan did not care. He had seen the people who had seen him in the past 500 years. How could he remember all?

Seeing the posture of this grandson and grandson, it is estimated that he had just noticed the misunderstanding of his vision during cultivation.

Chen Fan shook his head faintly: "I am not a martial artist. If I have to say something, I am barely counted as a monk."

The immortal can't say it, and they can't understand it.

The most like the earth and the cultivators are the alchemists, Taoists, and heavenly masters in the ancient Taoist legends. They are not the monks.

"The monk? Is it the door?" Tang suit the old man doubts, the Taoist also has a warrior?

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense with him. Let me try him first." Ziqing looked at Chen Fandao coldly. "I just asked you what you are shaking your head. You can't read it. Can you lie to me? Yes, Have the ability to try your hand."

"Is this the rhythm of a duel?"

Chen Fan feels very fresh. For many years, no one dares to challenge the martial arts sect of the martial arts fairy tales, not to mention a beautiful and beautiful girl.

"I should satisfy you? Or satisfy you!"

However, bullying a little girl always feels that he has lost the face of his sect.

In the face of this heroic ponytail woman, Chen Fan said with both hands: "I am just a person who cultivates the Tao. I will point out the temperament. The guns are good, the fights are really ignorant, you misunderstand."

"Hey, just watching me punch my fists and look disdainful, now I am still stupid and tender, when I am a three-year-old?" The white exercise shirt woman snorted, not convinced.

"Little friends, take a hand to discuss what is nothing. Although my granddaughter is not good at martial arts, the internal strength has not yet become small, but the boxing skills of the family have a bit of fire. You can just point to her." The old Tang dynasty also advised .

Although he said so in his mouth, there is still some confusion in his heart.

After the name was reported, the boy had never heard of it, and although he was somewhat disappointed, he also took a sigh of relief. After all, he met someone who had been respectful after he had recognized his identity.

"Hey."

Chen Fan shook his head and saw that he had already set aside his posture and had a pretty face. He knew that it would not work without revealing one hand.

He picked a leaf from the wicker next to him, condensed the real yuan, and slammed it.

"Hey!"

A black shadow shot instantly, lightning fast, crossed the woman's cheek, and finally hit the willow tree more than ten meters away.

"Oh!", as if the bullets were shot into the wood, the thick willows of the bowl trembled fiercely, as if they were struck by violently, and the leaves fell like rain.

"Be careful!"

In the moment when the shadow of the old man in the Tang Dynasty was changed, his face changed greatly and he blurted out, but he did not finish it and found that it was already late.

"Is this?" Ziqing was shocked. The long hair on her right side was broken, and the crystal earrings fell.

She touched her cheek and found a trace of blood. Turning around, I saw a piece of willow on the willow tree behind it. This piece of willow is like a piece of iron, and it is three points into the wood.

"Can you pick up the leaves, can you hurt people?"

The old man of Tangzhuang mentioned the throat and saw that his granddaughter was fine, and he was relieved.

He smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that I could see such martial arts in my lifetime. It is really my skill. Don't say my granddaughter, it is when I go forward, and I can't be a small friend."

After talking about the solemn clenching fist: "It turned out to be a master, and it was me and my granddaughter Meng Lang."

The heart of the Tangzong old man was shocked like a river. Before he thought he would overestimate Chen Fan, he did not expect this boy to be a martial artist who was not born.

What Chen Chen means in this hand, the presence of four people may only be clear to him. It is already the first-class figure of the master of Taishan Beidou in the martial arts field, and there are only a handful of people who look at China.

Ziqing refused to hurt her face. She ran to the willow tree and took off the willow leaf inserted into the tree. I watched Chen Fan incredulously:

"You cut off my hair and earrings with this soft leaf and nailed it into the willow. How is this possible?"

Even the fine men who are preparing to shoot their guns are on the spot.

He followed the leadership for many years, and the first time he saw such martial arts, he could not help but be stunned. If you meet an enemy like Chen Fan, can you kill a person with a leaf and a card, and you can't get out of your gun?

terrible!

His heart was cold and sweaty.