Chapter 6

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

Zhenwu Xianzong is also known as the first battle sect of xiuxianjie!

From the most basic technique of refining body to the means of killing and cutting sword immortals, everything is fine. As the first master of Zhenwu Xianzong, what kind of physical fighting skill has he never seen? In his eyes, a woman's boxing is as young as a three-year-old child.

Even the "Zhenwu thirty six style Sanshou" practiced by the lowest level disciples of Zhenwu immortal sect is innumerable times more profound than this woman's boxing.

It's a physical fighting method practiced by the servants of Zhenwu Xianzong and the unsophisticated disciples. The real immortal practitioners have long abandoned such primitive fighting skills.

However, chen fan didn't want to argue with her or reveal the identity of her immortal cultivator, so she apologized cleanly:

"I really can't understand it. I shook my head because of other things. I'm sorry."

"Don't shake if you don't understand..." the woman continued. The old man in Tang costume next to her suddenly called out: "Ziqing, I'm sorry for coming back."

"All right, Grandpa."

The woman who called Ziqing answered back, then meimou glared at chen fan, then turned and walked back to the old man.

Chen Fan shook his head. This is really a disaster.

He looked at the old man in Tang costume and found that he was also a man with internal power, which was much more powerful than the woman with ponytail.

In terms of quantity, the old man in Tang Dynasty was in the middle of foundation building, which was higher than Chen Fanxiu. Ziqing was just at the beginning, but it was not yet in the early days of foundation construction.

Of course, there is no such simple comparison between those who cultivate immortals and those who practice martial arts.

There may be little difference in quantity, but the quality varies greatly. Just like the difference between a piece of tofu and a steel knife, no matter how big the tofu is, it will be split in two by a knife.

Like the old man in Tang costume, chen fan can hit ten with one hand.

After making it clear, his curiosity was almost exhausted, and he didn't watch Ziqing continue to fight. Instead, he found a willow not far away and sat down cross legged and began to practice himself.

He soon entered the state of cultivation, and with the operation of the "empty body formula", there was a vacuum period around him.

Chen Fan's strange behavior naturally attracted the attention of the Tang costume elders and Ziqing. Everyone came to exercise in the morning. How could anyone come and sit under the willow tree to sleep?

"Why?"

After watching for a while, the old man in Tang costume suddenly let out a sound of surprise.

"What's the matter, grandfather?" Ziqing asked strangely.

"Look at him carefully, what's the difference." The dignified color gradually appeared on the faces of the old people in Tang costume.

"What's different?" Ziqing frowned and continued to look. Is it no different?

"Watch his breath." The old man in Tang costume reminded.

After hearing this, Ziqing found out that the hateful child, who had just disturbed his practice, had his chest bulging high and then slowly sinking down between every breath. He was just like a blower. There are even two faint white gas from the nostrils, stretching and shrinking with breathing, such as two naughty snakes. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it.

"What's this?" Ziqing's eyebrows were slightly frowning.

"This is a very profound method of internal cultivation. It is said that only some martial masters of some ancient sects can do it. This kind of breathing, must have the extremely formidable innermost organ strength, takes a breath, can close in the water for a long time The old man in Tang costume said every word. "I didn't expect to see such an expert in my lifetime, and I'm so young. It's incredible."

"Hum." The ponytail woman was unconvinced. She hummed coldly: "it's just that she breathes harder. What's so great? You look too high on him, grandfather."

"You, you. I don't know the heaven and the earth. " The old man in Tang costume shook his head lovingly. "This kind of master can't do without decades of cultivation. I've only heard about it in hearsay, but I haven't seen it. In the face of you, you don't even need to move your hand. You can kill people just by exhaling. "

"So powerful?" A little doubt flashed in Ziqing's eyes.

Suddenly, something seemed to come to her mind. "Wait a minute, since he's an expert. Just now, he shook his head at me, not because he didn't understand me, but because he didn't like my boxing? "

"Well, grandfather, you blow him up. I'll try him later." Ziqing suddenly realized that a nameless anger was burning in her heart.

"Ah Looking at the granddaughter who is eager to try, the old man can only sigh helplessly.

But he's not going to stop anything. This young man may be an expert, but he has been in the army all his life. He has been in the land for a long time, and he is not afraid of it. What's more, it's just a normal competition.

They didn't wait long. About half an hour later, they saw the young man sitting under the willow tree open his mouth and spit out a white breath. The white breath shot out several meters like a drill, leaving a trace in the air, a little longer than yesterday.

"It's really an expert." The old man in Tang Dynasty's costume has a cold eye.

"It's OK. Brother Qi is here. No matter how high it is, it can be higher than the gun. In modern society, there are no martial arts masters who are not afraid of guns. "Ziqing is an expert in art. He is brave. Although he is surprised, he is not afraid.

Different from her grandfather, she has been sought after since she was born. In addition to her superior family background, she has never come into contact with a real martial arts master. Naturally, she has the courage of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

The smart young people who lean on the off-road vehicles also notice the things here and come here early. His face was cold, and he put his hand behind his waist, as if he could take out something at any time.

Chen Fan stood up after his success, a little dissatisfied.

Although the progress of cultivation in this precious place is faster than that in other places, it is far less than that of absorbing the aura of medicine directly yesterday.

He turned his head and was surprised to find that the woman in ponytail and the old man in Tang costume did not leave. Instead, he stood by and looked at him.

Seeing that he woke up, the old man in Tang costume came forward with a smile, hugged his fist and said, "I don't know that my little brother is a fellow in Wulin. I'm Wei Fu. Where do you come from? Where do you learn from? "

"Wei Fu?"

Where do you think you've heard the name?

Chen Fan didn't care. How could he remember all the people he had seen five hundred years ago.

Seeing the posture of the master and the grandson, I think I noticed something wrong with the vision of his cultivation just now.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "I'm not a martial arts practitioner. If I insist, I'm just a monk."

Those who cultivate immortals can't speak. They can't understand what they say.

What is most similar to those who cultivate immortals on the earth are the first-class alchemists, Taoists, and heavenly masters in ancient Taoist legends. They are not monks.

"A monk? Is that the right way? " The old man in Tang costume wondered, is there a warrior in daomen?

"Don't talk to him, grandfather. Let me see what he's like first. " Ziqing looked at Chen Fan coldly and said, "I just asked you why you shook your head. You said you didn't understand. You lied to me? Yes, I have the ability to try my hand. "

"Is this the rhythm of a duel?"

Chen Fan feels very fresh. For many years, no one has dared to challenge the "northern xuanxianzun" of Zhenwu Xianzong, let alone a pretty girl.

"Should I satisfy you? Or to satisfy you! "

However, bullying a little girl always feels like losing his face.

Facing this valiant horsetail girl, chen fan spread out her hands and said, "I'm just a monk. I know how to refine Qi. You don't know how to dance with guns and fight. You misunderstood me. "

"Hum, I looked disdainful just now when I was fighting. Now I'm pretending to be a fool. Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" The woman in the white Training Shirt gave a cold hum and didn't believe it.

"Little friend, it's no big deal to have a hand in hand. Although my granddaughter is not proficient in martial arts, and her internal strength is not yet small, her family boxing is also somewhat popular. You can just point her out. " The old man in Tang Dynasty also advised.

Although he said so, he was still a little surprised.

After his name was announced, the boy had never heard of it. Although he was disappointed, he was also relieved. After all, he had met people who were respectful after he recognized him.

"Ah."

Chen Fan shook his head and saw that Ziqing, who had already put on a good posture, knew that it was no good not to show her hand.

He picked a leaf from the willow beside him, gathered Zhenyuan and flicked his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

A dark shadow shot out instantly, as fast as lightning, across the woman's cheek, and finally hit the willow more than ten meters away.

"Dong!" A sound, like the sound of a bullet into the wood, bowl mouth thick willow fierce shaking, like being severely hit, leaves like rain.

"Be careful!"

The dark shadow of the old man in Tang costume suddenly changed his face and blurted out. But before he finished speaking, he found that it was too late.

"What's this?" Ziqing was stunned. Her long hair on the right side was even broken, and the Crystal Earrings fell down.

She touched her cheek and found a trace of blood. Turning his head, he saw a willow leaf nailed on the back of the willow tree. The willow leaf was like a piece of iron, penetrating into the wood.

"Flying flowers and leaves can hurt people?"

The old man in Tang Dynasty's costume always mentioned his throat. Seeing that his granddaughter was ok, he took a long breath.

He said with a bitter smile: "I didn't expect that I could see such martial arts in my lifetime. It's amazing. Not to mention my granddaughter, even if I come forward, I can't be a little friend. "

After that, he bowed his body with a solemn Fist: "it's the master in front of me, it's Meng Lang and my granddaughter."

He thought that he overestimated chen fan as much as possible, but he didn't expect that he was an immortal martial arts master.

Chen Fan's hand means what, the presence of four people may only be clear to him. Those who can do Chen Fan's job are already the first-class masters of martial arts and Taoism. Looking at China, they are few and far between.

Regardless of the wound on her face, Ziqing ran to the willow tree, picked the willow leaf inserted into the tree, and looked at Chen Fan strangely"How can you use this soft leaf to cut off my hair and earrings and nail them into the willow tree?"

Even the tough man who was ready to take out the gun was stunned on the spot.

He followed the leader for many years and was stunned when he saw this kind of martial arts for the first time. If you meet an enemy like Chen fan, you can kill people with a leaf or a card, and you can't even take out your gun?

It's terrible!

He was in a cold sweat.

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