Martial Arts Master Chapter 132: Late night visitor

When a group of Tiangao City came out of the locker room and met with the Xiushan Trial Team, Jiang Shuiyan and Huang Bing couldn’t help but carefully identify them and tried to search for the familiar figure. Unfortunately, they failed to do so. Regret for nothing.

After recognizing Lou Cheng, they remembered some forgotten details. For example, in the provincial youth competition, Lou Cheng represented the "Gushan Wuguan" and where he is currently located is Gushan Wu. Pavilion!

No wonder I met him!

——After the youth game, the warriors watched the battle videos of Loucheng more and more repeatedly. Except for a few who turned into fans, no one would watch the video again and again. It is related to the game, but not important. Things, the speed at which primates can forget things is amazing.

Of course, if Xiushan uttered the words "Gushan Wuguan" straightforwardly when determining the exchange schedule at the beginning, it would not be difficult for Jiang Shuiyan and others to find out and associate it with each other, but after they arrived in the city, Some players didn’t even see the signboard of the martial arts hall until they were drawn here. As for the martial artist who recognized the four characters, more thoughts have been placed on the upcoming game, and the content is almost passed by. Just casually said: "Oh, Gushan Wuguan......"

Seeing that Lou Cheng did not appear, Jiang Shuiyan was a little disappointed, but when she scanned her eyes, she found that Monk Wen Guang was holding a mobile phone and was poking and drawing with an index finger, which seemed very difficult.

I don’t know why, she always feels that the scene of the monk holding the modern technology product is against the peace, so she turned her head and smiled: "Master, do you want to help?"

Teach the elderly to use mobile phones, I am the best at it!

The moment Jiang Shuiyan just turned her head, Monk Wenguang pressed his finger to lock the screen, and then he laughed and said, "Donor Jiang is interested, the poor monk is just writing an email, there is nothing to help." /

Yo, I know how to write emails on my mobile phone! Jiang Shuiyan laughed secretly and praised sincerely:

"Master, you are really following the trend of the times."

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell." Monk Wenguang put his hands together and answered with a smile.

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"Zhe!" "Zhe!" "Zhe!"

In the power room dedicated to the inner disciple, the low and deep ancient sounds continue to echo, as if a subtle and mysterious feeling penetrates the world.

Lou Cheng has an empty thermos cup behind him. I stand up and down, holding a hidden mercury shot with my hands together, letting it prance and fall gently, rolling out a rhythm slowly, oppression by external force and subtle feelings , With the polishing and moisturizing of the body and spirit.

This is the practice method of "zhe" created by Fei Dan of "Io Hou". Lou Cheng carried forward and not only used it here, but also during the practice of "Ice Department" and "Fire Department". When visualizing the "Ice Containment of the Great River", the "Frozen Heaven and Earth", and the "Liaoyuan" and "Blessings of the Rong", there are also related parts.

As he tempered again and again, wonderful changes occurred in the semi-enclosed power room. While the temperature rose, there was scorching heat hidden, while the breeze was rustling, and the surface of the metal equipment became colder to the touch, and the two intertwined. Formed into a whirlpool, rotating slowly, it was strangely balanced.

I don't know how long it took, Lou Cheng made a close and ended the internal training.

When he put down the huge shot and exhaled a breath of breath between his chest and abdomen, the heat and cold in the power room immediately became unbalanced, opposing each other, and there was a gust of wind, even a shallow mist, which was fleeting!

Lou Cheng bent over and picked up the towel and wiped the sweat on his face. He looked a little tired, but his body was unusually refreshing. He lifted the items and walked out of the room, planning to find a venue to practice his fists.

"Brother Lou Cheng!"

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw his cousin Qi Yunfei's boyfriend Ding Yanbo standing beside him with his hands down, standing very straight.

"No rest at noon?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.

Ding Yanbo said with excitement and joy: "We only practice in the morning."

So wait here!

"I heard Feifei say, have you got the certificate of amateur ninth rank?" Lou Cheng asked casually with one hand in his pocket.

After studying at Xiushan No.1 Middle School, the girl Qi Yunfei was like a husky who broke free of the chain. She only went home once a month. She usually led her roommates and classmates to play around, or date her boyfriend.

Fortunately, the midterm exam gave her a blow, and then she settled down and started studying seriously.

"Yes, yes, it didn't take long." Ding Yanbo replied cautiously, but the corners of his eyebrows and eyes revealed the joy and pride in his heart.

"Yes, I have only practiced martial arts for half a year, and my body hasn't fully developed yet, so I can get the ninth amateur rank. It's pretty good, and I hope to eat this bowl of rice." Lou Cheng did not stingy with his praise.

"I heard Feifei say, you seem to have only spent a month?" Ding Yanbo asked curiously while smiling.

"That's it." Lou Cheng passed the stage of showing off as a child, and affirmed, "Practice hard, as long as you work hard, you will have a chance!"

He is suggesting that if Ding Yanbo can improve to the amateur level and general physical fitness, the internal training method he gets will not be hidden.

Ding Yanbo heard Qin Rui mentioned similar things several times before, and after hearing the song, he knew the elegance and immediately replied excitedly:

"Yes, Brother Lou Cheng!"

Nodded slightly, Lou Cheng didn't say much, and searched another venue, first responded to Yan Zheke's news, then hammered out his fists and kicks, making slaps and vigor.

Here, he focuses on the 13th "Xue Mang" and the 19th "Cold Biting" of the "Ice Department". They are used ingeniously and with one mind. There are too many changes to explore, not Say that you can throw it aside once you have mastered it.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lou Cheng felt the lack of energy, finished the exercise, took a bath, and put on clean and fresh clothes.

"After practicing this way, I feel so fulfilled." He "snickered" and sent a message to Yan Zheke.

Yan Zheke was still in the family activities, and it took a few minutes before he "eyes pierced" and said: "Our oranges work hard, I am ashamed!"

"Hey, there is a goal ahead that is very motivational." Lou Cheng said with an expression of "showing arm muscles", "To be honest, guarding the will will give me continuous motivation, but there is no urgent matter and If the situation happens, there is no way to "sprint", step by step, step by step, not very aggressive."

Of course, more calm and lasting.

"Then should I give you a sense of crisis?" Yan Zheke "covered his mouth with a smirk", "Actually, you are so tired, and I am also very distressed. Come on and defeat the Great Demon King Peng Leyun! "

"Yeah!" Lou Cheng said with a smile instead of rhetoric, "The more you stay with me, the more time I have to rest."

After leaving the Gushan Martial Arts Hall, he stopped by to see his grandparents, and then returned home slowly, lying on the bed unimaginatively, chatting with Yan Zheke while reading novels, and had a very relaxed life , Emptied the exhaustion of the mind.

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The night is dark, inside a temple at the foot of Xiushan.

Monk Wen Guang was turning his rosary with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he couldn't stand up straight, he didn't move, he bounced to the entrance of the wing room, opened the door, and looked at the two people outside and said:

"So fast?"

One of the figures is majestic, tall and restrained, but between expectation and expectation, it has a somewhat intimidating meaning. In summer, snakes, insects, rats and ants seem to be inexplicably angry and retreat.

The big guy laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Donor Dong, please." Monk Wen Guang raised his palm.

When Dong Shaoyang entered the house boldly, Wen Guang turned his head and looked at another person again, his expression became respectful and said: "Senior Sinhuo please."

The visitor has deep eye sockets, a straight nose, grey hair, fire-concealed eyes, and looks like a middle-aged man. He is the "Sinfire Heavenly King"!

"Sinfire Heavenly Lord" nodded lightly, and walked silently.

When Wen Guang closed the door, Dong Shaoyang took a few steps and asked with great interest:

"Master, when do you start?"

"Nanwu Amitabha, Dong Shizhu, don't worry about it." Wen Guang replied in surprise.

"I'm in a hurry." Dong Shaoyang's face was wide-eyed, and he laughed, "Since he won the provincial youth championship, I have been unconvinced. I want to find a chance to compete with him and see who He is the first person among the young martial artists in Xing Province!"

"Unfortunately, there is no order, I can't do it. I have to bear with my eyes. Now I finally have a chance. Master, why don't you make me rush?"

He has a mature face~IndoMTL.com~He has a bold posture and seems to be in his thirties, but what is revealed is that he may be under twenty-six, or even twenty-two!

"But we have to wait for the time." Monk Wen Guang persuaded him.

At this moment, the "Sinhuo Tianjun" who has not spoken said in a low voice:

"Can't alarm the place."

"Senior Sinfire, I know, I know." Dong Shaoyang replied with a smile, and turned to look at Wen Guang. "The goal is only one experience of life and death? This is too little, I haven't seen a blood ring. Warriors are inherently weaker!"

"This is the purpose of let Dong Donor you come." Wen Guang folded his hands together and smiled slightly.

When Dong Shaoyang heard this, he laughed and said:

"Okay! Then I will let him experience what it means to be between life and death!"

Wen is no first, Wu is no second, and the heart of contending for hegemony, without exception!