Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Bazi's skills were cultivated from the martial arts world, especially three years ago, he met an expert who gave him pointers on the Haichuan, making his skills much more advanced!

He was once so proud of the whole street, until he met Mi Xuan later and lost to him.

Even if he were to fight with Mi Xuan, Bazi would not lose in one move.

And with Jiang Wuchen's kick, Bazi actually had no way of dodging it.

"How are you?" The Ghost Sister reacted, her gaze becoming gentle as she looked at Bazi.

Bazi took a few deep breaths and then smiled bitterly, "A light internal injury... In the night of the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid... "It's going to be suspended."

"Hmm?" Ghost Sister was shocked, he never thought that the strength behind Jiang Wuchen's kick would actually be so strong. He could not help but clench his fist, "I no longer have a way out, I can't lose again!" She then shifted her gaze to the wine cup on the table. She picked it up and carefully sniffed. "It's fake?"

Bazi immediately shook his head, "Uh, I don't know."

Ghost Sister placed his wine cup on the table heavily and looked down through the window.

Jiang Wuchen had already returned to the first floor's hall. Young Master Zheng, Yang Ling and the others were drinking and waiting for him.

"Brother Chen, Ghost Sister... What did you say? " Young Master Zheng asked nervously.

Jiang Wuchen laughed indifferently, "She is very easy to talk about, the matter of compensation has already been settled, there is no need for me to pay."

When they heard that there was no need to lose money, they all understood.

Someone at the side said: "It must be Brother Ling that greeted Ghost Sister."

Yang Ling held a glass of beer and said with a smile, "We are all on the same side, Ghost Sister and I can talk. Didn't you guys see that just now, when he passed by me, he even greeted and nodded at me."

"Yeah, yeah."

A few people agreed.

Yang Ling took out the Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes and passed them to Jiang Wuchen, "Brother Chen, your martial arts are really not bad. One look and you can tell that you have true skills, why didn't I know about you before?"

Jiang Wuchen took the cigarette and lit it up, he did not smoke for a long time, and the smell was still bitter and heavy, with a slight spiciness in his throat, "I just turned over here last week."

"Oh!" Yang Ling slapped his forehead, "I remember now. I heard from your class's Hei Dan that when you just arrived, you almost pissed off your class teacher to death?"

"That wasn't done by the Brother Chen, it was just an old horse having a heart attack." Young Master Zheng was spouting nonsense.

At this moment, the noisy music from the heavy metals disappeared, followed by a deep cello voice. This voice was filled with a deathly feeling, as if someone had died somewhere.

"Damn, whose family is playing the music for mourning?"

"Don't know today is little brother Ling's birthday?" "Damn."

A few of them started cursing, and then turned to look at the source of the sound. On a small stage in the distance, a middle-aged man was sitting in the middle, holding a large cello that had lost its luster.

Death of the Swan!

Jiang Wuchen's pupils constricted. It was rare to hear music like this in this kind of place these days, this person's skills were superb, the zither music was filled with complicated emotions, his anger towards fate, his battle for fear of death, and his relief after comprehending life …

This complex meaning was beyond Jiang Wuchen's expectations. He had truly agreed to that sentence, and there were also people who liked nature within the Floating City.

"Fuck, kick him out." Yang Ling angrily asked, "Who found him?"

One of the boys hurriedly came over and apologized, "Sorry, Little Brother Ling, I was the one looking for this guy. He said he knew how to play the cello, so I let him come over and cheer up.

Even an ordinary person could hear the meaning behind his words. This person's attainments in zither music was not low at all.

However, the lyre was not suitable for him. The man went up to say a few words, but the middle-aged man bitterly shook his head, stood up, and walked away with the cello.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ling, I really don't know about this kind of stuff." The man kept apologizing.

"Forget it, you didn't do it on purpose. Then, has the little empress come yet? get her to come over and do a steel pipe dance to cheer everyone up. " Yang Ling said.

"Coming. Let her perform."

A long-haired beauty wearing a short black skirt stepped onto the stage, aimed at Yang Ling's table and smiled charmingly. Then, she twisted her slim waist and started to jump, following the rhythmic movements of the music, her snake-like body made all kinds of enticing movements.

"That... Who pays? "

A few of them were drinking, but the middle-aged man who was down and out walked over, holding onto his cello, and looked at Jiang Wuchen and the rest with blurry eyes.

"Give money?" F * ck me, the things you pulled just now sounded so bad, and you still have the nerve to ask for money? Do you want a slap in the face? " A young man stood up and swore.

"Ignore him and get him out of here." Yang Ling said in disdain.

"One song for three hundred yuan, half a song for one hundred and fifty yuan!"

"F * ck me, do you not understand human speech …"

"Alright." Jiang Wuchen shouted.

The man immediately stopped talking, just now when Jiang Wuchen had revealed his power, with one fighting a dozen, he had clearly seen it.

"This piece is not bad. It can be seen that it has undergone professional training." Jiang Wuchen laughed, and touched his pockets, but unfortunately, his pockets were also very clean, and he said to the Young Master Zheng beside him: "Give him a thousand yuan."

"Ah?" "Ugh …" "Alright." Young Master Zheng immediately took out his phone, "Do you have WeChat and Alipay, Uncle?"

The middle-aged man took out two 2-D card from his pocket, "Both."

"Rub." Young Master Zheng unhappily swept through the two dimensions and transferred him a thousand dollars.

"Thank you, Boss. Your martial arts are quite good too. You've reached the Martial Master realm at such a young age. What a great opportunity."

Jiang Wuchen's originally relaxed face instantly froze for a moment. Martial masters were a realm in Martial Cultivation. Martial artists, Martial Masters, Grandmasters, and Sovereign.

The Martial Cultivation was different from ordinary martial arts lovers. He treated martial arts as a form of cultivation, a form of self-improvement, a form of unceasingly breaking through potential. This was the Martial Cultivation.

To be able to tell Jiang Wuchen's realm in one go, compared to the fact that this person was also from the same sect, and being able to tell Jiang Wuchen's realm was sufficient to show that this person was not inferior to the Martial Cultivation in terms of cultivation.

Climbing out of hell, living a new life wasn't easy, Jiang Wuchen wanted revenge, and it was important for him to raise his own power. This kind of power surrounded his own strength, as well as the strength of the people around him.

"Sit down and have a drink." Jiang Wuchen invited.

"Is it appropriate?"

"If I say it's appropriate, then it's appropriate."

"Alright."

The middle aged man sat down beside Jiang Wuchen, looking at the beer on the table and licked his lips, as if he was extremely thirsty.

Jiang Wuchen opened a can of black beer for him. The middle-aged man raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then burped, "Awesome."

"What's your name?" Yov Wu! "