I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 58 Please enlighten me (ask for a recommendation ticket and ask for a monthly ticket)
In the main hall of the small building, Lian Ping is sitting on the bottom plate of a large hanging calligraphy and painting walnut appreciating calligraphy and painting. The huge "Huifeng" on it reveals a sense of strength. Judging from the red seal of the signature, the author is Lian Ping.

It's hard to believe that this thin and ordinary middle-aged man can write such shocking cursive characters that make people feel like they are facing the strong wind head-on.It can also be known that Lian Ping's qi-nourishing skills are not bad, and after so long before Kaizang, the bottleneck is probably as polished as the walnut in his hand.

His attention is all on the calligraphy and painting in his hands.

It seems to be thinking about how to write more elegantly.

When Wu Mourn walked into the main hall, the apprentice who was waiting on the side coughed lightly, and Lian Ping put down his brush and raised his head.

Seeing that it was Wu Mourning, he was a little surprised for a while.To be honest, he has indeed somewhat forgotten Wu Mourn, the registered disciple he brought back, recently, and he feels a little guilty in his heart.

"Xinzhuo, is there something wrong?"

"Master Lian, can you retreat to the left and right?" Wu Mourn stepped forward and bowed, with a strange expression in his voice. "Today I came here to detail the facts, and it is best to keep it secret for the time being."

Lian Ping couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Wu Mourning's gaze at this moment is extremely aggressive, and his temperament is full of madness that breaks through the cage. It is actually a bit disrespectful to act like this in front of him. If it is serious, he will not respect the teacher.

However, Lian Ping still satisfied Wu Mourning's request.

Quan Dang Wu mourned that young people were neglected and neglected, and felt aggrieved today to ask for an explanation. After all, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy would ignore everything in one breath.

Who didn't have a teenager?

"You all go down, don't let people disturb our master and apprentice for the time being."

The apprentices left in unison, and some curious people glanced at Wu Mourning, as if they were guessing what this unnamed disciple came to find the owner of the hall.It can't be that I really want to come up with an explanation. If this is the case, then there is no limit to the madness, and even the master is not in the eyes.

After the others walked out and closed the door, after some distance, Lian Ping picked up the brush again.

"Tell me what it is."

"Xinzhuo is invited by a friend and is going out for a few days. I'm afraid the director of the martial arts hall will not be able to contribute."

"Oh, it's okay, it's good to go out and relax." Lian Ping didn't think about it for a while, but thought Wu Mour's words were a little funny.

"Therefore, before going out, the disciple dared to ask Lian Shi for advice on two tricks."

One step forward, the blood is stimulated!
Wu Mourning, who was originally bookish, turned into a fierce evil star in an invisible bang, and the majestic blood that was stimulated wantonly, like a furnace cast in the daytime, exuded an amazing suffocating heat, enveloping a pure warrior In an instant, the main hall turned into a roaring battlefield!
There seemed to be a primitive belligerent cry in the air!
Boom boom boom! ! !
The heart is beating like a battle drum, the courage brought out by Wu Mourning's step is no less than a winter thunderbolt to a warrior, it strikes fiercely in the heart!

The brush in Lian Ping's hand flicked suddenly, and large drops of ink fell on the white rice paper, which looked extremely dazzling.He stared at the registered disciple in disbelief, it seemed that it was not the Wu Xinzhuo he knew, but a ferocious beast that tore open the cage and showed its fangs and claws unscrupulously.

Fierce, fearless, and full of fighting spirit are the true colors of warriors!

Surpassing the majestic energy and blood of a first-class warrior, amidst the violent beating of war drums, it was like a tidal wave sweeping toward Lian Ping.He clearly realized that Wu Mourning standing in front of him was so ridiculously strong that he had already surpassed the limit of a warrior, reaching a level that he had never reached in his entire life.

Qizang!

It must be Qizang!

"Please enlighten me, Master Lian!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Mourning's figure disappeared from Lian Ping's vision, and then the violent force was used, and the Eight Immortals table blocked between the two was thrown up three stories high in an instant.

Feeling the deadly evil energy in front of him, Lian Ping let out a roar in a hurry, raised the twelve layers of qi and blood he had maintained for a lifetime, and pushed all the strength of his body forward, just to repel Wu Mourning's thunder Thunderbolt bombardment!
boom! !

Countless pieces of flying rice paper were torn apart by the turbulent force at this moment.

Like a poignant and flying white butterfly, fragile like duckweed and reeds in a storm.

Even the Eight Immortals table that was thrown to the highest point.

They all seemed to have stagnated in mid-air for a moment because of the violent roar.

From the reflection of the splashed ink, it can be seen vaguely that the two violent and ferocious figures are fist to fist, legs to legs, and they have completed several rounds of fighting moves while the ink light is flipping.

The strength erupted by Lian Ping, who was startled and angry, can be regarded as a classic example of a first-class martial artist reaching the pinnacle. The strength of the human body limit has been exerted to a limit.

Even if an elephant is in front of him, it will be beaten to death!

however……

moves!break!

Strength!open!

blood!town!

The simple and rude Wu Miao directly ran over him, like a heavy truck with a mud head at full power, or a King Kong warrior tearing tigers and leopards apart, he was so oppressed that he even stopped breathing.

With one punch, the door is wide open!

Suppress the counterattack with one palm, locking the inner circle!

The competition of qi, blood and strength was crushing all the way, and even the face was as red as blood, but it was still firmly suppressed by Wu Miao.

Even Wu Mourn was able to raise one leg to catch the falling Eight Immortals table.

"Master Lian, my way has been opened. Since I will travel far soon, I am here to share my insights, in order to repay my love for taking me to Yushan to take care of me."

Accompanied by Wu Mourning's whispers.

The qi and blood force that invaded Lian Ping's body was shocked. After the suppression was completed, it simulated when the qi and blood barrier was opened when he broke through to Qizang. The rhythm of martial arts.Lian Ping's eyes lit up, and he quickly closed his eyes to feel this rare opportunity.

It is extremely difficult to break through the pass.

Martial arts is the way of pursuing the limit.

After learning from the tortoise for a long time, I lost the determination to forge ahead.

Wu Mourning came here today and broke his master's vitality and mentality, so he wanted to take this opportunity to show him the way.

If there is no absolute strength to suppress, Jie Zhong's perfect breakthrough engraved in his bones, and his overly keen senses, Wu Mourn would never dare to be so bold to find the company master who came up to fight and almost vomited blood.This is already a double crush of strength and realm, Wu Mourning is here today to open a way for Lian Ping, a way of martial arts!
The sound of the strong wind slowly died down.

Lian Ping closed his eyes for a long time.

When Wu Mourn slowly put down the Eight Immortals table that was being lifted up by his legs, and there was a loud sound when it landed, Lian Ping opened his eyes, which were full of tears.

It was the tears of my wasted so many years.

One day, I actually need a younger generation to remind myself what is martial arts.

Wei Wu, can't bend!

Don't give in to others, and don't give in to yourself!

(End of this chapter)