Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland

Chen Wang's palm power was so strong and his Qi was so strong that the old boxer who had practiced the Great Sun Qi for many years was also amazed.

Fortunately, he had Chen Wang's medicine to regulate him, otherwise he would have to stay in bed for a long time again.

The old boxer never mentioned sparring with Chen Wang again.

It was too scary.

He couldn't explain Chen Wang's current realm.

It was just that he definitely couldn't reach the realm of Martial Saint.

"The realm of Martial Saint is the realm of Qi transformation, but the secrets of how to practice to Martial Saint are already top secret. Many martial arts sects don't have such a person as Martial Saint."

The old boxer Ning Huaian said.

Chen Wang said: "So which sects have Martial Saints?"

As long as there is one, Chen Wang has set a goal to quickly improve his strength in this world.

The old boxer said: "The head of the Wu family should be the Martial Saint, and there is also the master of Xuankong Mountain and the sword-wielding elder of the Sword Sect."

"The rest should be in the court, and there are still few in the martial arts world."

The Chu Dynasty has many masters in the three divisions of the one government. The power of the court is naturally greater than that of the martial arts world, otherwise the martial arts world will dominate the world.

Chen Wang nodded,

"Then I will go to visit them."

The old boxer was stunned for a moment,

"You want to learn martial arts?"

Chen Wang nodded and said: "Yes."

The old boxer said: "Even if there is such a unique skill, it will not be taught to you easily."

Chen Wang smiled and said: "You can try it."

The old boxer said: "If you practice to the realm of Martial Saint, you can kill and retreat freely even in thousands of iron armors, and the true qi transformation is extraordinary. Don't act rashly."

Chen Wang smiled and said: "Senior, don't worry."

He will not stay in Quyang City forever. Since he knows that there are Martial Saints in these places, he will naturally visit them to improve his strength.

While the two were talking, a servant brought a note saying that someone was visiting from outside.

This is the old boxer's residence, a new house specially bought for him by Chen Wang.

The old boxer took the note and took a look, his face sank: "No, send them away!"

The servant stammered: "There are quite a few of them, they are fierce and ferocious, and they seem to be gangs."

The old boxer glared and said: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

The servant nodded immediately, but after he took two steps, the old boxer called him back,

"Wait a minute."

The servant turned around and listened to the instructions respectfully.

The old boxer said: "I'd better go and tell them myself, so that no one will be angry with you. Even if I kill them to get back your face, you will lose your life."

The servant immediately felt warm in his heart.

The old boxer waved his hand and said to Chen Wang: "I have guests coming, so I won't keep you for now."

Chen Wang said: "Are they seeking revenge or visiting friends?"

The old boxer Ning Huaian said: "Why, are you interested?"

Chen Wang said: "If they are seeking revenge, I will just watch the fun, if they are visiting friends, I don't want to see them."

The old boxer laughed, and his gloomy mood just now was swept away.

He took Chen Wang's hand,

"Come on, I'll take you to see them."

Although this man's temperament is stubborn and hard, he is proud of his superiors and does not humiliate his subordinates. He cares about the life of a servant, which shows his heart.

Chen Wang and the others talked and laughed and walked out.

There were some people standing outside, looking very tough.

In the middle stood an old man, with a red face, smiling, and a very burly body.

Two strong men stood on his left and right. One had a dark face, like a violent bear, and the other had messy hair and a nine-ring golden sword on his waist, which was very eye-catching.

The red-faced old man clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

The old boxer said lightly: "What a grand show, you are worthy of being the elder of the Black Tiger Gang."

The red-faced old man laughed: "In front of my brother, what's the big deal? Brother, I am so happy to see that you are in good health!"

The old boxer said: "Oh? How do you know I have recovered?"

The red-faced old man smiled and said: "I came to Quyang City this time. I originally wanted to visit my brother, but I didn't expect that my brother had changed his place. After asking around, I found out that my brother had moved to a new home."

He looked at Chen Wang and said with a smile: "May I ask what this young master's name is?"

Chen Wang said lightly: "Chen Wang."

"So it's Mr. Chen. I heard that after Mr. Chen came to the door, he cured my brother with a few prescriptions. This kindness is really great."

Chen Wang smiled lightly and did not comment.

The old boxer frowned and said, "You asked someone to check me?"

The men behind the red-faced old man were very fierce, and the two burly men on the left and right gave people a great sense of oppression.

The house that Chen Wang bought for him was in the rich area, and some people around were shocked by their momentum.

These people are definitely not ordinary gangsters.

The red-faced old man laughed: "Brother, I am also concerned about you. I came to your mansion today and didn't invite me in to sit down?"

The old boxer sneered,

"If you want to come to see me, just come by yourself. Bring so many people here, are you going to tell me that you are doing well now, or do you want to find someone to blacken me?"

The red-faced old man was stunned and laughed: "Brother, you are still so humorous."

"There are many of your old subordinates here, I just brought them to visit you."

The old boxer sneered, "Haha, if you don't agree, leave here quickly. I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you."

After the voice fell, the people around him didn't show any dissatisfaction on their faces.

The Black Tiger Gang is a big gang in the world.

It involves many businesses. It is said that there are thousands of disciples, all of whom are extremely fierce.

The red-faced old man was not angry when he heard it, and smiled and said, "Brother, although you don't want to see them, I can't not see my old brother, right?"

He waved his hand, and these people left quickly.

Although there were many people, they didn't cause any trouble, but the sense of oppression was too strong.

The old boxer Ning Huaian looked at the red-faced old man with a squint, and the red-faced old man kept smiling.

The two old men looked at each other from a distance.

Chen Wang was also watching the excitement with a smile on the side.

There seemed to be some contradictions between the two old men, and this contradiction was so big that Old Ning was afraid that these people would kill people in front of his door.

But the next moment, the behavior of the red-faced old man made him stunned for a moment.

The red-faced old man stepped forward and bowed his head, saying loudly: "Greetings to my senior brother!"

He knelt down suddenly and kowtowed with a bang.

Bang, bang, bang!

Without saying anything, he kowtowed three times in a row.

Although he restrained his strength, he also broke the blue bricks on the ground.

The status of this old man is very high, and he has a Black Tiger Gang under his command.

But now that he did this in front of his door on the street, the old boxer was also stunned.

The red-faced old man smiled and said: "Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face, senior brother, just look at the face of the dead master, don't bother with me."

The old boxer Ning Huaian left with a wave of his sleeves and walked into the house.

If it were someone else, he would definitely feel left out there, either feeling ashamed to leave, or in a dilemma.

But this red-faced old man was a ruthless man who bowed his head and bowed. He stood up, flicked the dirt on his knees, and walked in with a smile.

When he passed by Chen Wang, he smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, please come in."

Chen Wang smiled,

It's interesting.

They walked in together.

The old boxer sat down in the garden angrily, and seemed unwilling to pay attention to the red-faced old man.

The red-faced old man looked at the house and was amazed.

"Well, this house is good, very impressive, and the layout is very good. Oh? Why is the rockery broken?"

The old boxer didn't say anything.

Chen Wang also smiled on the side, leaving the red-faced old man to hold it in.

The red-faced old man came to the garden, knelt down again, and kowtowed three times to the old boxer.

"Brother, don't think that I am a villain who changes with the wind. Seeing that you have recovered, I am happy for you from the bottom of my heart. This time I came to visit you sincerely."

Ning Huaian snorted coldly: "Why are you, the elder of the Black Tiger Gang, so polite? Don't do this kind of courtesy, I can't bear it!"

The red-faced old man blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "You didn't say something right before, brother, I am not an elder anymore, I am the leader of the Black Tiger Gang now."

The old boxer sneered: "Oh, you are so cruel! Where is the original leader Qin? Did you kill him?"

The red-faced old man was called Hong Dingbang. He shook his head and said calmly: "The leader Qin died when fighting with the demons."

When he said this, he was very calm. He didn't have the majesty of standing in front of the door before, nor did he have the rogue spirit later, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

The old boxer was silent for a long time, and then he slowly said: "When did it happen?"

Hong Dingbang said in a deep voice: "Half a year ago."

The old boxer stepped forward and slapped him, without saying anything.

Crackling, there were several big slaps, and the face of the red-faced old man was swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't fight back, just kneeled there straight.

"Fuck you, I'm disabled, not dead, is it difficult to come to tell me the news?"

The old boxer cursed.

Hong Dingbang said blankly: "When I went there, he only had one breath left, and he asked me not to tell you about this."

The old boxer sighed, his eyes were a little red,

"Xiao Qin is half of my apprentice, and you are older than him, do you listen to him?"

He exhaled a long breath, and the whole person seemed to have aged a few years in an instant.

"If you die, then die. There's no point in being afraid in this chaotic world."

He looked down at the red-faced old man,

"Get up, why are you pretending to be a coward? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

The red-faced old man stood up, rubbed his face, took a breath, and said, "I see you have a good relationship with this Mr. Chen, otherwise you wouldn't hit me in front of him."

The old boxer cursed angrily, "You are full of these ghost thoughts!"

At his age, he has experienced many battles in his life. Many colleagues and like-minded friends have died at the hands of demons.

After a brief sadness, he has already let it go.

If he himself hadn't been treated by Chen Wang, he would have been like a living dead, and he might have passed away one day.

The old boxer said, "You came to Quyang City this time, and brought so many good fighters with you. You didn't come just to see me, did you?"

Hong Dingbang said, "Yes, Zhu Shaoxiong in the gang wants to compete for the position of the junior martial arts commentator, so I naturally have to bring people to support him."

The old boxer turned his face and said, "If you don't want to talk, get out."

He turned against him so quickly that Chen Wang was stunned for a moment.

But Hong Dingbang didn't take it seriously. He cleared his throat and said, "Is this Mr. Chen your disciple?"

The old boxer said: "Oh, he is my old friend."

Chen Wang said: "Senior Ning has been kind enough to pass on his skills to me."

The old boxer couldn't help but straighten his waist when he heard this.

Chen Wang's slap sent him flying backwards, leaving him unable to fight back.

His face lit up when he heard the words "The Grace of Passing on the Art".

Hong Dingbang was a little puzzled. He didn't know why his senior brother, who had a stubborn temper, seemed to straighten up after hearing these words.

When the disciple's skills are not yet complete, he is proud of his master. After the disciple becomes famous, the master will use the disciple's influence to become famous.

It's just that his senior brother is an innate strong man, why should he borrow the name of a young man?

The key is that he doesn't know this young man either.

Hong Dingbang was a little puzzled, but after a moment, he said slowly: "I received news that a big demon blood was born outside Quyang City, so I came here specially."

The old boxer's expression changed.

"Great goblin blood?! Is this news confirmed?"

Hong Dingbang said in a deep voice: "Nine times out of ten, there is no mistake. Qingliumen and Xishanmen, these two major sects have come. It is said that people from the Imperial Demon Slaying Department and the Demon Suppressing Department have also come, just for this matter. thing."

Although the old boxer has extraordinary knowledge, he doesn't know much about the affairs in the world and the court. This is the first time he has heard about it.

Chen Wang heard the word big goblin blood for the first time, and he glanced at the old boxer.

The old boxer said: "The great demon is much more powerful than ordinary demons. After death, it hides its essence and blood in the ground, or is sealed by a master. When it is born again, it will attract many people to fight for it."

"This great goblin blood is also an excellent treasure for warriors. If it can be refined, it can greatly improve the body and strengthen the qi and blood. It is comparable to extraordinary things."

Chen Wang's eyes lit up,

"This is good stuff"!

Hong Dingbang thought to himself: "This kid doesn't even know the blood of the great goblin. He doesn't have a very powerful background, and he is definitely not a member of the imperial court."

He was a little curious about Chen Wang's identity.

Hong Dingbang is now in charge of the Black Tiger Gang. He didn't think too much at this time. He cupped his fist at Ning Huaian and said,

"Senior brother, I want to ask you to take action on this matter. There are many innate masters coming this time. To be honest, I am not sure."

Ning Huaian said: "Do you want to fight with the court?"

Hong Dingbang said: "The imperial court did not say that the imperial court must take away the blood essence after it is born. Jianghu sects also have this opportunity, don't they?"

Ning Huaian said: "I can't help you with this matter, and I don't want to get involved in it."

Hong Dingbang said: "I know that the gap between you and my brother cannot be eliminated with a few words, but this time I received news that people from the Sky Demon Alliance will definitely come."

Hearing the words "Sky Demon Alliance", Ning Huaian's eyes showed a trace of murderous intent.

But he took a deep look at Hong Dingbang and said calmly: "Even so, I will naturally deal with the people from the Sky Demon Alliance when I find them, and I don't need to use your hands."

Hong Dingbang wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Ning Huaian.

"There is no need to talk about the rights and wrongs of the past. Xiao Qin is gone. You can manage the Black Tiger Gang properly for him. If you want to come here for tea in the future, I welcome you. There is no need to say anything else."