My Liver Experience in Reality

Chapter 62 Take the initiative to hunt dragons and cut leeks? [Two in one, please follow up! ! 】

The next day, around seven o'clock, Zhang Xuanchong came out of the dense forest.

There was dazzling light in his eyes, and there was always a smile on his face, as if he was extremely happy.

After entering the Taoist temple, he looked at a group of Taoist priests moving their bodies in the front yard in twos and threes, and greeted them with a smile.

At this time, Sun Xin came out from the side, and when he saw Zhang Xuanchong, he immediately ran over.

"Where did you go, and you didn't bring your mobile phone. Just now, two people called you. After I said you were not there, he asked me to tell you and call you back immediately when you come back."

"Just wander around."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, after Zhang Xuanchong's heart moved slightly, he immediately asked: "They said they didn't say anything, what is their name."

"Say it, one is Wang Shan and the other is Li Lin."

After hearing these two names, Zhang Xuanchong's face paused, and then immediately rushed towards the room.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, if one of the two called on the phone, it would be a bad thing, let alone two calling at the same time.

After returning to the room, he picked up his mobile phone, and without thinking about it, he called Wang Shan who was the first to call.

After the phone rang, it was connected immediately.

Listening to the noise coming from the opposite side, Zhang Xuanchong frowned a little: "Hello? What's the matter?"

"Master Zhang, is our agreement still valid?"

"That thing appeared again?"

When he was about to ask this sentence, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately suppressed the joy in his words, he didn't want the other party to notice his abnormality.

"Not sure, there may be, or there may not be. After all, we can't find traces of that thing before it shows up."

"Then you are looking for me for insurance?"

"Yes, we want Master Zhang to be able to..."

A burst of electric noise flashed across, cutting off what Wang Shan said, and when the call resumed, there was no sound from the other side.

Holding the phone, Zhang Xuanchong amplified his hearing to the limit, but even though he could hear every word and deed of everyone in the Taoist temple, he still couldn't hear any movement from the opposite side.

This changed his expression.

He immediately hung up the phone and dialed the number of Li Lin who called the second time. To his surprise, after a few rings, the phone was connected, which vetoed his previous thought.

"Is Wang Shan with you?"

"Yes, didn't you just talk to him?"

"It's nothing, I'm just asking, and besides..."

Zhang Xuanchong recalled the abnormality in the call just now, turned a corner and said: "I am in a Taoist temple in the Qinling Mountains, I will send you the location later, if you need it, come and pick me up directly."

"Yes, Master Zhang!"

The phone hung up immediately.

There was a hint of excitement on Henry Zhang's face, but then he hid the excitement. If possible, he hoped that they would not use his promise.

As for excitement?

Zhang Xuanchong just wanted to test how much blood was in that thing's body. After all, a hundred wild boars were not enough to stuff his teeth.

The effect of this 'turning Qi into soldiers' is so good that he thought it would directly drain the blood of the thing he killed and then apply it to him, but who knew it wasn't like that at all.

He drilled into the woods last night, found a group of wild boars, experimented, and found that all the wild boars killed by the "blood soldiers" were absorbed by the "blood soldiers". When it turned into qi and blood and returned to his body, the absorbed thing was absorbed by his blood-colored film like the medicinal power of Bigu Dan.

And what he will be drawn by the "blood soldier" is called the blood source, which means the source of qi and blood.

Regardless of the influence, as long as Zhang Xuanchong kills enough animals, he might be able to carve out a piece of the world for himself.

Therefore, Zhang Xuanchong expressed joy when he heard that something might appear.

……

"wrong……"

"Why should I wait for that thing to appear by itself, why can't I take the initiative to find that thing."

Suddenly, Zhang Xuanchong realized.

Isn't he out of breath?
Aren't those behemoths the best source of vitality?
He thought with bright eyes, Zhu Xia is so big, maybe there are so many old dragons and old snakes, maybe he can help him practice Xingyiquan to perfection and even beyond by relying on these things. ...

"The old snake is hard to find, but the Jiao is not easy to find."

"Snakes hide in the mountains, but Jiaos are in the water. The waters that can hide that thing are limited. As long as I search the Internet, I can find out how many rows of top-ranked waters there are in Zhuxia."

"but……"

Zhang Xuanchong seemed to think of something, and then shook his head slightly, temporarily suppressing his thoughts.

Can't be in a hurry, can't be in a hurry.

He still clearly remembered what his purpose was for coming here, this 'turning Qi into soldiers' was just a surprise, what he really wanted was the 'Qi training method' or 'Qi training method'.

After sending the location to Li Lin, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, turned around and left the room, heading towards the Sutra Pavilion.

……

A province in the north.

Under the scorching sun, Yue Zilong had just finished practicing boxing and was wiping the sweat off his body.

At this time, there was a sudden roar of an engine outside the courtyard, and then the half-open courtyard door was pushed open.

"Master, something happened!"

Hearing this, Yue Zilong couldn't help frowning when he saw Wang Zhong rushing in with an anxious face.

Before he could ask a question, the latter immediately spoke out after taking a few breaths.

"Master... No, it's Yue Qi. She brought a group of foreigners to our martial arts hall to make trouble, threatening to overthrow our martial arts hall."

"Several juniors couldn't bear the stimulation and were all injured. Then they notified me and asked me to come back and ask Master to come out and preside over the overall situation."

"What did you say?!!"

Yue Zilong's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and there was a flash of astonishment on his face. He was a little confused now, and he didn't understand why Yue Qi would do this.

But then the stunned look changed to a look of worry, "How are your junior brother and the others doing now?"

"There's nothing wrong with them. I've already had someone call an ambulance."

"The most important thing now is the matter in the martial arts hall. The other party called the reporter, and some Internet celebrities who made videos to gain popularity are blocking the martial arts hall. Judging by their appearance, it seems that they want to make the martial arts hall bad."

Wang Zhong's face was full of puzzlement, and he didn't understand what the other party's intention was.

But this does not prevent him from fully describing the matter.

Yue Zilong took a deep breath, threw the sweat towel in his hand, picked up the small gown next to him and put it on his body, put his mobile phone in his hands, and said to Wang Zhong: "Drive, let's go to the martial arts hall."

In the car, he hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the phone...

After half a ring, Yue Zilong took the phone from his ear as if he was relieved, and Wang Zhong, who was driving next to him, saw this scene from the corner of his eye and couldn't help asking:
"Master, did you call the uncle and the others?"

"After all, they came from the same sect. Although your master left the sect back then, at least there is still a bit of incense."

"If the martial arts hall is kicked, not only will I be ashamed, but even the Baji family will be ashamed."

A complex look appeared on Yue Zilong's face, and he said something quietly.

Decades ago, when the situation was ups and downs, a disciple of Bajimen woke up with enthusiasm and told his master that he was going to serve as a soldier to defend his family and country.

But the master forbade it, because this disciple was the guarantee for his retirement and the pillar of his lineage.

And once on the battlefield, no matter how high your boxing skills are, you can't say that you can save your life in the hail of bullets.

A conflict arose between the master and the disciple. Finally, the war ended and the disciple returned safely. But before he returned, the master was used as a stepping stone because of old age and frailty.

Since then, the disciple built a house where the master was buried, got married and had a son, but before he died, he still said "no regrets".

In the end, the pair of master and apprentice were buried together.

That disciple is Yue Zilong's grandfather.

……

After more than an hour, Wang Zhong parked the car firmly in a corner.

"Master, look..."

Wang Zhong's eyes were sharp, and he saw a group of people standing in front of him at a glance.

I got a reminder, after getting off the car, Yue Zilong also saw the group of people standing under the plaque, but what is strange is that the former with a rigid appearance, at this moment, feels like an ugly daughter-in-law when she sees her parents-in-law .

Putting these two completely different things on the same body is quite tearing.

There was only a distance of about ten meters, and the two walked for a few minutes before reaching the group of people.

Looking at the group of young men with strong physiques and tough expressions, Yue Zilong opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a vigorous voice.

"We are here not for you, but for it!"

The group of young people spread out to both sides, revealing the figure behind them, an old man with sharp eyes and a thin face.

The old man was wearing a cloth coat, with one hand behind his back and the other pointing to the plaque above his head.

"Eight poles..."

Yue Zilong muttered to himself.

"Let's go, I want to see who dares to kick the pavilion!"

After all, the old man turned around and walked in without giving any face, and the group of young people followed behind, walking around in obscurity.

"Master?"

Seeing that Master was in a daze, Wang Zhong called out lightly.

The shout brought Yue Zilong back to his senses, but he just raised his heels and followed behind. Wang Zhong was taken aback by his movement, but he followed immediately.

At this time, in the martial arts hall.

Yue Qi was sitting on the chair with great determination, looking at the group of "acquaintances" with angry faces on the opposite side with no expression on his face.

Standing behind her were a dozen strong white men with a height of about 1.9 meters. Judging from their build, they were very similar to the white man named Bob.

Next to it is a group of people who are holding equipment and aiming at the crowd to shoot continuously.

"Look, Master is here."

Among the martial arts disciples, someone yelled out.

Immediately, all the disciples regained their energy and looked towards the door.

"Oh?"

"Is it finally here?"

Looking at the crowd that suddenly became commotion, Yue Qi also turned his eyes slightly, and looked towards the door.

After a while, Yue Zilong and the people from Bajimen came to the martial arts disciples.

The former looked at Yue Qi surrounded by the crowd, his eyes could not help fluctuating for a few moments.

But then he looked at the old man at Bajimen, "Uncle Shi, you decide."

"That's your daughter."

Meng Quan squinted his eyes and looked at it twice, then asked a question uncertainly.

Yue Zilong looked at Yue Qi who looked at him like a stranger, and was silent for a moment before saying, "It used to be."

The former chuckled twice suddenly, and then said: "How to compare, let's draw the road."

"Compare?"

"I never said it was a contest."

"You don't even see if you are worthy!"

Yue Qi laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke.

After a while, she straightened up, stood up from the chair, looked at Meng Quan who had just spoken, and said in a cold voice: "Old man, your Baji is only the first one, and I will go one by one later." Find all the schools of boxing, and every time I go to a house, I will live broadcast the whole scene, so that all Xia people can see clearly how weak you are."

"Humph!"

"You don't have to worry about getting your tongue bitten if you talk big!"

Meng Quan's expression turned cold, and he no longer cared about Yue Zilong's relationship, "When I was practicing boxing, Lao Tzu, you didn't know where you were. You didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth at a young age. You can bully me with my head, what a joke!"

He glanced at the strong white man behind him disdainfully, but turned his head and whispered to the young man beside him: "After the fight starts, attack the vital points directly, don't hold back your hands, and don't be afraid of death! This group of people come Not good, if you are timid, you are likely to lose..."

Seeing all his sons, nephews and juniors listening to what he said, Meng Quan felt a little relieved, but looking at the group of white people who looked like robots without a trace of color in their eyes, for some reason, he suddenly had a kind of Bad feeling.

Yue Qi looked at the group of people whispering on the opposite side, and was very disdainful, so he only said softly:
"No killing!"

Hearing this, the dozen or so white men nodded in unison, and replied in a cold tone without the slightest ups and downs: "Yes, ma'am!"

After a while, the arena was emptied, leaving only two people on it.

Meng Fan put on airs and looked at the strong white man who was less than two meters away from him. He remembered his uncle's advice in his heart, his eyes were cold, but he only looked at the man's genitals, throat and other places from the corner of his eye. .

There is no referee in this competition, and it is all up to the two to play by themselves.

So after Meng Fan took a deep breath secretly, without reminding him, he immediately used the rushing step. Before he bent his knee, he kicked his right foot suddenly, and his left foot took advantage of the trend. In front of the white man.

boom!
Meng Fan stomped his right foot on the ground, only to hear a muffled sound. His waist and abdomen had already moved his arms, and he swung his elbows towards the heart of the white man, while his left hand had already secretly exerted strength and stored it under his body...

The white man watched his movements, and only bent his left arm forward to block his powerful elbow, but the latter didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart, he just bent his left foot and stomped it again, just right He stomped on the white man's right foot, and at the same time his left hand, which was secretly accumulating strength, also reached for the man's genitals at this time.

His speed was extremely fast, and the white man was hit by this fatal blow without even the slightest reaction time,
Under the arena, seeing the fatal blow, Meng Quan felt a chill in his lower body, but seeing Meng Fan succeed, he was still relieved.

But when he looked at the white man's still expressionless face, he felt a sudden chill in his heart: "Not good!"

The next operation of the other party seemed to verify that something was wrong in his heart.

When the vital point was hit, the white man's eyes fluctuated abruptly for a few moments, but then he regained his composure, but he immediately raised his right arm, covering Meng Fan's head with his pocket, and immediately exerted strength with all five fingers. Feel like your head is about to explode.

Afterwards, the former continued to move, and retracted his left arm, and with only one swing of his fist, it hit the latter's lower abdomen...

"Uh……"

Meng Fan only felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and subconsciously wanted to curl up, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously started drooling...

Snapped!
The white man suddenly let go of his right hand, causing the unconscious Meng Fan to lie down on the ground.

"Xiaofan!"

Seeing this scene, Meng Quan in the audience couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed to the ring directly to check the situation of the former.

Yue Zilong in the audience squinted his eyes and looked at the sweaty face of the white man.

He thought that the other party would not be in pain, and he could still beat Meng Fan like this after receiving a fatal blow, but now it seems that the other party will also be in pain, but the tolerance for pain is extremely high, so there is a way.

"Uncle Quan, I'm fine..."

Meng Fan looked at Meng Quan with some shame, and let him mess up the first game.

"it's okay no problem."

What else can Meng Quan say, he can only comfort, "We still have a chance."

……

"Uncle, we are in trouble."

Yue Zilong glanced at the weird walking posture of the white people on the ring, and said softly: "These white people should have undergone rigorous training, so they are extremely resistant to pain, so they still have fighting power after their vitals were injured just now."

"I know, I just noticed it."

After Meng Quan replied, he pulled a young man next to him to him and began to explain the strategy to him.

The other side was more exciting. The group of people who were called by Yue Qi to broadcast live broadcasted the shameless and even useless Chinese martial arts. She was very happy to hear these remarks.

"continue?"

"continue!"

.........

"Are you sure this is really possible?"

An old Caucasian woman dressed as a lady looked at the live broadcast on the screen and asked a question with some uncertainty.

"Why not?"

"Although all the hands we sent out secretly were stopped by that country, on the bright side, they don't prohibit commercial competition."

"From what Bob said, that person is also practicing boxing. When we make things big, it's fine if he doesn't stand up. We just reaped a wave. If he stands up, we will kill two birds with one stone and reap him too. Already!"

"That's good."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief, and she looked at the picture on the screen again: "Very well, it's already the second one."

"As expected of the elite who came out of the training camp..."

On that screen, the white man was clamping the calf that was attacking his own vitals between his legs, and he sent his attacker flying with just one punch.

...............

at dusk.

Inside the Taoist Temple.

"Brother Zhang, come and see this."

Qingli took the mobile phone, ran to Zhang Xuanchong, and said to him as if offering a treasure.

"Oh?"

Zhang Xuanchong was sitting on the steps, blowing the mountain breeze, hearing what he said, he suddenly became a little interested.

"Let me see……"

Hearing the reply, Qingli immediately handed the phone to him. The latter took a look and saw that it was a video, and his interest immediately decreased a lot.

Zhang Xuanchong thought so in his heart, and clicked play on his hand.

The video was not long, only about five minutes in total. After watching it twice, his interest lost a lot. Just when he was about to return the phone, the content of the video suddenly changed.

"This is……"

"Yue Zilong, Wang Zhong, and... Yue Qi?"

With a move in Zhang Xuanchong's heart, he pulled the video back a bit, and the appearance of the three people flashed on the screen again, which made him sure that he was not mistaken.

Looking at the faces of the three, his eyes fluctuated slightly for a few moments.

"interesting."

He began to carefully look at the contents inside...

A few minutes later, Zhang Xuanchong returned the phone to Qingli. After pondering for a moment, he looked at the latter and asked, "How long is this video?"

"This... seems to be from this morning. I heard people in the comment area say that this is a clip from this morning's up host live broadcast."

"what happened?"

"Nothing, just ask casually."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, my master and uncle asked me to come over and treat you to a drink."

He slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered the business.

"Okay, you lead the way."

"However, have you finished copying the Qingjing Sutra?"

Looking at his happy appearance, Zhang Xuanchong couldn't help but joked.

"Oh, my master allowed me to play with my mobile phone."

Seeing him staring at his mobile phone, Qingli quickly explained and urged: "Let's go quickly."

"Ah."

Looking at the green carp walking like the wind, Zhang Xuanchong chuckled twice, but then there was only thought on his face.

Although the video just now had been edited, he could still see something in it.

This Yue Qi dragged a group of foreigners and wanted to overthrow the Baji gate where his father was, that's why this happened.

It doesn't matter anything else, what is worth thinking about is the origin of that group of white people.

For some reason, he felt that the body shape of this group of white people was very similar to the white people he had secretly plotted against.

It can be said that it was carved out of the same mold, the only difference is that the latter is not as durable as these people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuanchong suddenly flashed in Zhang Xuanchong's heart the fragment of the white man's counterattack after being hit hard at the vitals, although the bullet screen said that the white man's opponent was weak and powerless.

But in his opinion, in this short five-minute video, the three Bajiquan masters on stage are all good players, and their speed and strength are much higher than ordinary people.

In this case, if the white people still behave like this, then the origin of this group of white people is interesting.

"Here we are, Master and the others are inside."

Suddenly, the voice of the green carp sounded, making Zhang Xuanchong stop thinking.

Looking at the dark red wooden door in front of him, he knocked on the door, and then pushed it in. At this time, the two elders were already in place, and there were three opened wine jars on the table, plus three bottles filled with dark yellow wine. wine bowl.

"The two Taoists are really very elegant."

He reached out and gave the two of them a thumbs up.

Then he walked to the table and half sat down.

"What are you talking about today?" Looking at the expressions on the faces of the two, Zhang Xuanchong asked slowly.

Drinking is never for the sake of drinking, at least not just for drinking.

"..."

"Master Zhang, what do you think of the video Fang Cai Qingli showed you?"

"Oh?"

A funny look flashed across Zhang Xuanchong's face, "I said, two old Taoists, you two don't expect me to go out to support boxing, do you?"

While playing with the wine bowl, he looked at the two with funny eyes.

No wonder, he was still wondering why Qing Li could play with his mobile phone before he finished copying the "Qing Jing Jing", and even specially showed him a video, which turned out to be designed by these two bull noses.

"As for it? You two are so old, why worry about so many things."

"Have you given up seeking the Tao?"

"Never give up."

Shouyang shook his head slowly.

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