"What place is this? Am I not dead?" Bruce Lee looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him. There were white marble pillars standing at the four corners of the room. The surrounding walls were all made of white stone bricks. Orchids carved from gold were among the white stones.

The coquettish blooms, the blue gauze curtains rippled with the wind, and I was in this ten-meter-high building.

If a martial artist hadn't cultivated the calmness he should have, he would have fainted long ago. Two words kept popping up in his mind: luxury. The faint scent of sandalwood filled his side, and specks of fine particles shot into the hollow carved windows.

Under the sunshine, I looked carefully. Under me was a soft wooden bed, decorated with exquisite carvings. On top of me was a brocade quilt. Turning sideways, the first thing I saw looked like a woman's boudoir.

The guqin stands in the corner and the bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dressing table. The whole room is so fresh and relaxing.

"Here, why did I end up in a woman's boudoir?" Bruce Lee thought he was in a woman's room. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that I had a sexual outburst last night?

At this time, the Tan wooden door was opened, and an old man wearing a navy blue robe walked in from the outside. The old man had silver hair, the wrinkles on his face were clearly visible, and a white goatee that almost reached his chest.

It gives people the feeling of "immortal spirit."

Bruce Lee lifted the quilt covering himself, walked out of bed, and sat at the round wooden table in the center of the room. The center of the round wooden table was made of marble. It was as luxurious as it wanted. Bruce Lee was stunned.

I bought a cup of tea and took a sip. "Hey, old man, are you making a movie?"

The old man looked at Bruce Lee with a strange look, as if he didn't know why, and his eyes were round. This was the first time he heard the new term movie.

"Stop pretending, go and call your director."

The old man didn't speak. He didn't know why the son in front of him would say such nonsense. At this time, Bruce Lee still didn't react. He was no longer in the world he was in.

Bruce Lee walked up to the old man, touched the wrinkles on his face, and then stretched out his hand to pull his snow-white goatee. The old man looked like he was in pain, "Okay, stop pretending, don't be so dedicated.

Call your director."

"Xiaolong, what nonsense are you talking about?" Under the goatee, his lips were slightly opened, and an old voice came over.

"That's right, I thought you were playing a mute." He patted the old man's mouth.

"Xiaolong, you kid won't become confused after being slapped. I am your father."

Bruce Lee opened his mouth wide, "Dad?"

The old man nodded. This made Bruce Lee confused. Thinking of the matter of discussing the script just now, he seemed to have a terrible headache. Then he appeared here. In this strange environment, thinking about it, he denied the idea of ​​making a movie.

, if so, why don’t I have any impression? There is only one explanation, that is, I died and then was reborn! But these are mysterious things.

Bruce Lee pulled his hair with both hands, trying his best to think of all kinds of words. At this time, the old man, Bruce Lee's father, supported Bruce Lee, helped Bruce Lee to the bed again, and then sat down himself, "Bruce Lee, you can't remember

Are you done? Do you still know who hurt you, and do you still know my name?"

"What is this place?" Bruce Lee asked in a deep voice.

"Xuangu Empire, Panlong Province."

When Bruce Lee heard the words "Xuangu Empire", he suddenly felt a splitting headache. Some scenes, like fragments of photos, were floating in his mind, but he just couldn't put them together. Bruce Lee hit his head hard.

, "Ah~"

The miserable sound passed through the sky. At this time, there was thunder and lightning in the sky, and a ray of light pierced the sky, seeming to tear a hole in the sky. The sound floated far away, as if it had surpassed this national boundary.

The old man suddenly felt a powerful wave of mental power coming out of Bruce Lee's mouth. Along with this deafening sound, it felt like it was going to burst a person's head. There was thunder in the sky and strong winds howling.

, the unclosed window made a "crackling" sound when it was opened. The strong wind blew into the house, and the stools in the house were overturned to the ground. The old man's snow-white goat's beard that reached his chest was floating in the wind, and his figure was

There was also some shaking. I was looking at Bruce Lee. At this time, Bruce Lee was as calm as a mountain, with his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. He still maintained the posture of shouting just now, as if he was not disturbed by the external celestial phenomena, and looked like the outside world had nothing to do with me.

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The old man took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, moved his palms from top to bottom, and moved his energy to his Dantian. He suddenly felt an invisible oppression around him. This was the power of the spirit. The power of the spirit formed an invisible barrier around him, as if he wanted to

It blocks the spiritual power of the outside world, but the spiritual power of the outside world is so strong. With just one blow, the spiritual power of the outside world turns into a sphere that can be seen with the naked eye. There is also thunder on the sphere, which impacts the old man's spirit.

The barrier, the mental barrier suddenly tore a hole.

"Pfft~" The old man couldn't bear the impact and oppression of this mental power, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was as pale as paper, and a few wrinkles suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had aged for several years in this moment.

The old man took a deep breath and tried to use the power of the Nine Suns in his Dantian, but sadly, the old man found that he could not use it no matter how hard he used it. Then another stream of blood spurted out, which showed that the mental shock wave just now had a huge impact on the old man.

A big impact.

"Is this the thunder power of heaven?" A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth. He knew that the impact just now was the spiritual power transformed from the thunder power of heaven.

At this time, Bruce Lee also woke up and saw the blood at the corner of the old man's mouth and a pool of blood on the ground, "Dad, are you okay?"

When the old man heard Bruce Lee's words, he turned his head and grabbed Bruce Lee's hands tightly, his voice a little excited. "Bruce, have you remembered? You finally remembered."

"Yeah." Bruce Lee smiled and nodded, "Dad, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just be okay!"

After the roar just now, Bruce Lee finally pieced together those memory fragments, but there are still some things that he just can't remember no matter how hard he tries. He knows what kind of world this world is. To use the vocabulary of his previous life, this world is a cultivation world.

era, an era of fantasy.

He also knew the name of the old man in front of him who claimed to be his father. He was Li Qianshun, the current head of the "Li Mansion", and the original name of the owner of this body was actually Li Zhen, and Xiaolong was also his nickname, just like

In his previous life, his original name was Li Zhenfan, and his nicknames were Xifeng and Xiaolong.

As for why the owner of this body was injured, Bruce Lee also knew some of the reasons. It was the work of a boy from the Long family. This boy was the son of the head of the Long family. It seemed that the boy from the Long family was laughing at the owner of this body, that is,

Li Zhen was a good-for-nothing. Li Zhen was so angry that he immediately wanted to duel with that kid. At that time, Li Zhen looked very ugly, but the outcome was also ugly.

With just one palm, Li Zhen was beaten by the boy from the Long family until he vomited blood and fainted. He felt that his internal organs were exploding. After fainting, he didn't know anything. When he woke up again, the soul of the owner of this body had already disappeared.

Became the soul of Bruce Lee.

Along the way of cultivation, you can seize fortune, master reincarnation, and steal destiny! These are all legends in legends. In this human world, no one has been able to cultivate them. You must start from the physical realm. The physical realm is divided into ten levels, and then progress.

It is the Heavenly Spirit Realm, followed by the Earthly Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and then reaches the legendary realm of seizing fortune, controlling reincarnation, and stealing destiny.

And the realm of this body is only the third level of the physical realm, while the boy from the Long family is the ninth level of the physical realm. There is a big difference in strength. No wonder the boy from the Long family said that this body is a waste.

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By the way, the boy from the Long family is still a genius. He is considered a leader among the younger generation. In other words, he is also an awesome figure in Panlong Province. You must know that Li Qianshun's current state is only the state of the tenth heaven of the physical body.

, and the head of the Long family, the father of the boy from the Long family is also a strong man in the tenth level of the physical body, and the boy from the Long family is only one realm different from them, but you must know that the cultivation of this realm is very difficult,

Some people can't break through the physical realm after practicing all their lives. For example, Li Qianshun and the head of the Long family have been practicing for decades, and they have been stuck in the physical realm without moving forward. But he, the boy from the Long family, just practiced

It took more than ten years to reach the tenth level of the physical body, and the difference between before and after is obvious.

Bruce Lee's brain only had this information for the time being, and he knew nothing about the rest. The people he knew were limited to these few people, and the classification of levels along the way of cultivation.

At this time, the sandalwood-carved door was opened, and a woman walked in from the door. This woman's dress was very fashionable.

Bruce Lee couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him. Beauty, this was Bruce Lee's first reaction. She felt a little breathtakingly beautiful. This woman was wearing a blue green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt with mist and green grass, and a light blue dress.

The green water is a thin haze, the shoulders are cut into a waist and the waist is plain, and the muscles are like fat and blue. Fold the slender waist and take a slight step, showing the bright wrists in the gauze.

"Master, what was the cause of the thunder and lightning just now? Master, are you okay?" The woman lowered her head and exclaimed, and then she saw Bruce Lee living beside the bed, safe and sound.

Bruce Lee didn't know this woman's name, and he didn't have this body's memory. His memory was somewhat incomplete.

"It's okay, take good care of him." After saying that, Li Qianshun walked out beside him.

After going out, Li Qianshun looked at the sky and took a deep breath, "I don't know how Xiaolong can communicate with the power of thunder. The legendary power of thunder can only be communicated by the Dragon Emperor in the heaven, but the Dragon Emperor has disappeared.
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