The Great Tao Chronicle

The arrival of An Qisheng attracted the attention of many people, and many people talked about it.

He stopped and swept across several pavilions from the corner of his eye. There were about twenty or thirty people present. Most of them were in good spirits and had a strong breath. Obviously, they all had a foundation.

"Any friend here again?"

A calm and gentle voice sounded in the pavilion on the left.

An Qisheng looked sideways slightly, it was a young man in his twenties or thirties.

He stepped on cloth shoes, wore black clothes, had silver hair, a handsome face, and a slender figure.

He spoke slowly, but suppressed the voices of the others present.

It can be seen that this silver-haired youth has a very special status. No matter who he is in the pavilion, he is inadvertently staying away from him and trying to get closer.

"An Qisheng, when passing through Treasure Island, he had to come to Yangming to worship the mountain."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly as a greeting.

He was a little surprised.

The silver-haired youth didn't seem to be much older than him, but he had a restrained aura, a bit like Wang Zhixuan's.

He is actually a powerful expert.

"An Qisheng......"

The silver-haired youth pondered for a while, as if he didn't expect any master to call this name.

But looking at the big dragon shaking when he stepped, his feet seemed to be slow and fast, the breath between his eyebrows was restrained, and he had kung fu while walking, so he was obviously a master.

"My name is Jing Xiaolou, teacher's disciple. Today, I am here to receive all of your friends."

Jing Xiaolou stood up, returned the salute, and said with a smile:

"My teacher will be delighted that Brother An can come to visit."

"Huh? The little gentleman actually recognized him?"

"Why can he go in? An Qisheng, what kind of expert calls this name?"

"An Qisheng? Which boxing master's disciple is this?"

An Qisheng hadn't spoken yet, and everyone present was already in an uproar.

Although the Grand Master is easy-going and willing to give advice to his younger generation, not everyone is qualified to visit him, not self-confidence, but all martial arts practitioners in the world.

There is not even a threshold, and there is no need to do anything else.

There were many people present who came to visit many times, but they often failed to pass the test. He De He Neng, this mediocre young man, was recognized just by looking at it?

"My friends, but you can't trust someone in Jing?"

Jing Xiaolou looked around and spoke softly.

His voice was neither slow nor slow, but it was like a spring breeze blowing. Although it was gentle, it could not be ignored. It swept away many noisy sounds.

"Mr. little man's vision, we can naturally trust it."

One person gritted his teeth and got up, cupped his hands and said:

"It's just that I came here three times and couldn't see the great master. Even if this person caught the eyes of the little gentleman, he should show his hand and convince us."

"Yes, little sir."

The others did not dare to coax again, but they should also talk to the man who spoke.

"Your name is Ren Kaiyu, you practice fighting in the army, have you been a soldier for a few years?"

Jing Xiaolou slowly got up, his voice was flat:

"Ming Jin goes hand in hand, the masculine martial arts in the army are in your hands, and it is estimated that you can compare with the dark Jin, so you are not convinced, right?"

"Yes."

Ren Kaiyu gritted his teeth.

Of course, he could see that An Qisheng got on with his kung fu, but he was trapped in the dark for a long time. After he was discharged from the army, he had no instructions, and was very eager to see the great master.

Although he was a little offended, he couldn't help but stand up.

Phew!

Jing Xiaolou was about to speak when a sudden movement occurred in his heart, and he looked up.

I saw An Qisheng smiled slightly and walked step by step towards the pavilion where Ren Kaiyu was.

"Huh? Do you want to start?"

Ren Kaiyu's eyes narrowed, the muscles on his arms bulged, and the fist prints were squeezed tightly.

An Qisheng was not in a hurry or slow, just over ten meters, walked a full twenty steps, and stopped under the steps of the pavilion.

"you!"

Ren Kaiyu's heart skipped a beat, his clenched fists could not help but spread out, staring blankly behind An Qisheng.

Behind him, on the pure white slate, the footprints are clearly visible from far to near!

"Hush!"

Everyone in the pavilions took a deep breath.

The stone slabs outside the pavilion are all high-quality stones selected from Yangming Mountain. They are the hardest, but they think they can't destroy them without tools.

But at the feet of this young man, it was as fragile as tofu.

The difference is really huge.

"You can show your dark energy every step of the way, and if you lift it lightly, it's a great achievement?"

Ren Kaiyu's heart was shocked, and he cupped his hands with a wry smile:

"It's my dog's eyes that look down on people, and I ask my friends not to take offense."

"Those who don't know don't blame them."

An Qisheng exhaled slightly.

Although his dark energy has not been fully refined, after Xinguo's battle with the swordsman, he has become more and more adept at mastering it.

When he first became dark energy, he made six or seven times at most, but now, he has made fifty times, and the problem is not too big.

"Brother An's dark energy is already deep, and the transformation of energy is not far away. If you friends can also do this, I will bow to greet you."

Jing Xiaolou was not surprised, he cupped his hands towards the surroundings, his eyes fell on Ren Kaiyu:

"The martial arts in the military are the most ferocious, and in three years, a person who does not know kung fu can make great achievements, and it can also be cruel to the physical body.

After you leave the army, you will no longer be treated as an army, and there is no tiger or wolf medicine to fill the gap. Your body is already strong from the outside. What you need to do now is not to be brave and diligent, but to go home and warm up. "

"Mr. Xie Xiao's instructions."

Ren Kaiyu bowed and thanked him.

"Coming back in three or five years, it's going to be dark."

Jing Xiaolou smiled slightly, walked to the pavilion, and waved his hand slightly:

"Brother An, please come with me."

An Qisheng nodded ~www.novelmt.com~ and walked into the manor in tandem with Jing Xiaolou.

"Brother Ren! You can't do it here, look elsewhere!"

A short man walked up to Ren Kaiyu and said indignantly:

"It is said that Grandmaster Xue is best to guide the younger generation and give pointers on kung fu. Now, it seems that he is also a person who depends on the food!"

Ren Kaiyu's eyes widened, and when he raised his hand, he slapped him.

Snapped!

Ren Kaiyu's hands were extremely strong, and he didn't show mercy. With just one slap, the short man flew three meters away.

"what!"

He was dizzy, his cheeks were high and swollen, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with an incredible expression:

"Brother Ren, are you hitting me?"

"It's still light to hit you!"

Ren Kaiyu's face was gloomy, and he cursed:

"Grandmaster Xue has been a man of martial arts all his life, and it's something you can question as a bastard? Get out of here!"

"good!"

The low man staggered to his feet, gritted his teeth and walked away.

......

In the manor, the pure white stone floor has no gaps, there are rockeries on both sides, flowers and plants are faint, and at the end of the line of sight, there is an artificial lake, steaming water.

On the river bank, Xuanfeng buildings rise and fall one after another, with an indescribable rhythm.

Although the palace is so large, the cost of building such a manor in these mountains will naturally not be much lower.

While walking, Jing Xiaolou suddenly slowed down and walked side by side with An Qisheng:

"That Ren Kaiyu has been a soldier for a few years. He was forced to retire because of fighting and wounding in the army. He is reckless, but he is not bad. Brother An, don't take it to heart."

"Where are you talking?"

An Qisheng smiled dumbly:

"Brother Jing, don't worry, I never hold grudges in my heart."

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