I am the Tai Sui Xian in the world

Chapter 17 Martial Arts
In the Bai family martial arts hall, the old man Bai's laughter echoed.

With her face covered in stone powder, Lan Qingqing shuddered and hid behind Li Xingsui.

Why doesn't this old white man look like a good person?

Laughter, why are you so villainous!

Li Xingsui didn't think so and applauded Old Man Bai.

handsome!so handsome!
This is the decision!
He wants to learn this!
Immediately afterwards, the white old man, who was still in high spirits just now, flushed and turned pale again, with a little bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and his body swayed.

The two hurried up to support him.

"Grandpa Bai, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's an old injury. I'm happy today!"

Old Man Bai laughed loudly and vomited blood again.

Li Xingsui checked the old man's injuries, pulled off his clothes, and found a blue-black palm print on the old man's chest.

"This...is the old injury that Wang Qiangren said?"

"I was beaten by the Black Wolf cub of the Black Wolf Gang before," Old Man Bai grinned, "It's a pity that boy didn't follow martial ethics, so I beat the prosthesis of one of his hands."

"Have you never been to the hospital?" Lan Qingqing asked.

"Of course I have, I get angry when I mention this," Old Man Bai blew out a stream of white air from his nose.

"The group of idiots in Wuyuan City Hospital took the money from Changsheng Medicine and told me that if I want to be cured, I have to take out my heart and replace it with an iron bump!"

"It costs 100 million to replace the iron knot! From now on, the annual maintenance will cost 50! Even if I sell the martial arts gym, I don't even have that much money!"

Lan Qingqing nodded in agreement, "Changsheng Company, it's really black-hearted!"

Bai Shi has been working as a duck for three years, and he only earned nearly [-] yuan.

Pay 100 million first, 50 per year, who can afford this except those rich people who take advantage of them!

"Don't you want to find an ancient doctor?" Lan Qingqing asked.

300 years ago, during the previous dynasty, Changsheng Company still had mechanical medical technology, but it had not yet appeared.

Those warriors who were injured could not wait to die.

At that time, herbal medicine and ancient medicine were very developed.

"There is no such thing as an ancient doctor now. Those who are capable are dug up by the Changsheng Company. Even the production of herbal medicines is controlled by the Changsheng Company. Those who have a reputation are just a few who are controlled by the Changsheng Company and have the name of an ancient doctor. Head, sensationalist quack."

Old man Bai is too lazy to care so much.

Since ancient times, the Yiwu family, and now even the Guwu, in Wuyuan City, which is known as the source of martial arts, has declined, and the mechanical skeletal martial arts have dominated the mainstream, and even a higher level of metamorphosis martial arts has appeared...

These martial arts schools on Martial Arts Street 32 ​​are just remnants of the old era.

On Li Xingsui's side, he also judged Old Man Bai's situation through his clever induction.

The internal organs were injured, and a strange force lingered within them.

If you don't use force and just be an ordinary person, you should be able to live for another three to five years.

If you use force, you may die suddenly at any time!
The old man really didn't have a few years to live.

Li Xingsui thinks for a while.

He had never studied martial arts or medicine, so he didn't know how to deal with this situation.

But he has an idea!

"Inspiration: 98.7"

An inspiration that claims to be able to realize all impossible miracles.

The source seems to be the ancient body of Tai Sui with endless vitality.

Under this inspiration, he was suppressed by the five declining Qi.

The last time he was shot by ghosts and gods, even his internal organs were smashed, and they were all repaired by inspiration.

Treating the old man's injury shouldn't be a problem.

He wouldn't mind if he could save old man Bai by spending one or two points of inspiration.

Worst case, speed up the search for ghosts and gods.

The problem is, he can't control the effect of his magic on others.

The suppression of the Five Decline Qi and the repair of his injuries were largely due to the spontaneous operation of his spiritual machine.

"My dear grandson, I'm fine. I'm just tired. Just take a rest."

Seeing Li Xingsui distracted, the old man Bai thought he was worried about something, so he smiled and said, "I'm old, I'm useless! As long as you can pass on the martial arts of our Bai family, I can die in peace."

"Old man, if one improves his martial arts, can he also improve his control over the body's energy and blood?" Li Xingsui asked.

In fact, he wanted to ask if he could improve his control over the inspiration, but he just changed the term.

"Of course, otherwise what are we doing martial arts?" The old man Bai laughed.

Li Xingsui nodded, this gave him another reason to practice martial arts.

The old man Bai began to popularize science for the two of them, including the realm of martial arts.

From the initial non-introduction, to the enterprising energy, also known as bright energy, dark energy, transformation energy, and finally Baodan Wusheng!

When the energy is bright, a warrior can have a rough control over his own energy and blood.

When you reach An Jin, you are called a martial artist, and you can already control the energy and blood all over your body.

Huajin is called the master, Qi and blood open up [-] orifice points all over the body.

Bao Dan, named Wu Sheng, has its acupoints crushed and mixed together to form a great elixir of Qi and blood.

Walking on land, one person can rival thousands of troops!Ghosts and gods make changes!
"Baodan Martial Saint..." Lan Qingqing remembered something.

In her family's genealogy, it is recorded that her ancestor, one of the twelve ghost generals who founded the Qinggu Kingdom, completed the last and most massive battle to quell the troubled times.

It was to break through the capital of the 'Wu Dynasty', the last fortress, which is now Wuyuan City!
And their opponents were the strongest men in the Wu Dynasty at that time.

As the last emperor of Wu Dynasty, he was entrusted with the emperor's armor and the emperor's sword.

Entering the court is not trendy, praise is not famous, and the sword is on the palace.

No., the mighty and invincible general!
This is not a boast, nor is it an exaggeration by future generations, but it is truly invincible on land.

Her ancestors of the Lan family were not those coquettish bitches who liked to brag and tamper with historical facts. There were many praises for the mighty and invincible general in the narrative.

He said that man was a real monster, even if he faced the combined forces of twelve ghosts, gods and generals, he would still be able to survive.

What's even more frightening is that the imperial armor blessed by Fang Shu is coming, and a hail of bullets is blowing like a spring breeze.

In the end, if it wasn't for the most mysterious of the twelve ghost generals, who was willing to be captured without a fight, Wuyuan City might not be able to defeat it...

And this mighty and invincible general was the only Martial Sage who held Dan in the Wu Dynasty at that time!
There are only two martial sages in such a huge dynasty, which shows the gold content of this martial sage.

"My grandson Baishi, you should look like a martial saint!" The old man Bai was still smiling with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Lan Qingqing curled her lips, what does the appearance of a martial saint mean, she can also give birth...ah bah bah bah!
She is the descendant of the twelve ghost generals!
All the remnants of the previous dynasty are all the remnants of the previous dynasty!
Immediately afterwards, Li Xingsui suddenly thought of a question.

It doesn't matter what the Martial Saint is.

The question is, if he practices martial arts, how long will it take to succeed?

If it takes a long time, it will take ten or eight years to achieve success, and you will have to practice hard day and night.

Then he still has to find another way to deal with ghosts and gods.

He's just on vacation, so why are you so tired?
Speaking of which, his inspiration panel.

It seems like I can add some more?

(End of this chapter)