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"This shabby martial arts gym doesn't even have a name. It's probably just garbage."
While walking, Jing Wuchen looked around the martial arts hall.
Suddenly, his steps stopped.
His eyes fell on the only word on the plaque.
"Wu?"
He frowned, always feeling that the plaque was hiding something, but after observing for a long time, he didn't find anything.
He couldn't help but smile disdainfully.
With a wave of his hand, a powerful force of energy shot out, heading towards the plaque with the word "Îä".
With the palm of his hand falling, he stepped directly into the martial arts gym without another glance. Because of a broken plaque, under his method, there was no other end¡ª¡ªonly to be smashed.
However, he did not know that his energy did not cause any harm to Wu Zibian, and did not even leave a trace.
After walking into the front hall, Wuchen directly struck out with his palm, wanting to destroy the front hall first.
But when he struck out with a palm that contained strong vitality, it failed to cause any movement. On the contrary, the eighteen pictures hanging on both sides of the wall suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
" Then without any lingering, knives, spears, swords, halberds eighteen kinds of weapons suddenly solidified above his head, covering him with the aura of destruction.
Wuchen's already sickly complexion suddenly changed, and under that pressure, his complexion suddenly became as white as a sheet of paper.
He understood that he had encountered a shocking crisis.
With the frivolity in his heart gone, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Almost immediately, he took out the Sky-shaking Stone given to him by the ancestor of Xuanwu.
As soon as the Sky-shaking Stone came out, it immediately exuded a dazzling light.
But in just a moment, under the pressure of eighteen kinds of weapons, it became dim and lackluster.
"What?"
Wuchen was shocked in his heart. He no longer had any means of resistance. He could only watch the eighteen kinds of weapons coming over his head, getting closer and closer.
Between the electric light and flint, eighteen types of condensed weapons passed by each other, and the clean ones could even scream, but they were instantly wiped out. Only the sky-shattering stone fell to the floor with a "crack".
"What's the noise?"
The drowsy Yi Feng was about to fall asleep. He was awakened by the sound and sat up.
Then he took Zhong Qing to the front hall and found that the hall was empty except for a stone that was much larger than a brick.
"wipe."
"What kind of unqualified bastard is throwing stones at my house?"
Yi Feng cursed loudly. When he got closer, he found that the floor had been smashed and collapsed. He felt heartbroken. He ran after him and saw that there was no one there.
"You unqualified bitch, I curse you for giving birth to a son with no ass."
Unable to find the rightful owner, Yi Feng could only curse and complain. After finishing the complaint, he ordered Zhong Qing: "Disciple, help me throw this broken stone away."
"It's Master."
Zhong Qing picked up the stone with difficulty and walked outside. After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and said: "Master, I think the size of the stone is quite suitable. How about I carry it to the door to fill the steps?"
Hearing what Zhong Qing said, Yi Feng's eyes lit up.
Don¡¯t tell me, it¡¯s true.
Thinking of this, Yi Feng nodded and said: "Okay, just leave it at the door. This unqualified bastard can be considered a thorn in the side."
¡° But this matter is also a joke to Yi Feng.
He has always been easy-going and has never had any grudges with anyone. Why would someone throw such a big stone at his martial arts studio?
I can¡¯t figure it out. I can¡¯t figure it out.
Because Zhong Qing was completely recovered, Yi Feng spent the next few days teaching Zhong Qing new boxing techniques and didn't go out much.
Xuanwu Sect.
Yao Ling'er came to the main hall and stood respectfully in front of Ning Xuanwu.
"Master, Senior Brother Wuchen has been here for so many days and there is no movement at all, something is wrong!" Yao Ling'er couldn't help but said.
Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu frowned slightly.
Logically speaking, after so many days, there should be news from Jing Wuchen no matter what, but there is no letter at all, which is indeed a bit abnormal.
"Wufeng, go down the mountain and have a look. Find Wuchen and join us together. Then come back and report to me."
The ancestor of Xuanwu looked at the cloaked man aside and ordered in a deep voice:??.
"Yes, Master."
Jing Wufeng nodded respectfully, waving his cloak behind him, and immediately disappeared into the hall (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com