Cai Donglai, who was originally thinking about how to deal with the increasingly fierce state of Nie Kong, was worried that he had been waiting for a whole morning but never saw Nie Kong's arrival. The tight string was not only not sent down, but became tighter. He was in a daze, and he was confused about what he ate and did everything he did, and he couldn't practice seriously. He even had a poor sleep at night. He got up early, looked at the slow shallow moonlight outside the window, waiting for another dawn to arrive.

Another bitter wait was fruitless.

"Isn't he coming?" Cai Donglai finally calmed down and continued to summarize the gains and losses of this period. He thought in his mind that if there was no news in a few days, he would go and take a look.

At dawn three days later, a sound that was not loud but filled with impact was faintly heard in Cai Donglai's ears.

"Zhou Wudao, Nie Kong came to ask for advice."

Cai Donglai suddenly opened his eyes, rushed out of the room, and jumped to the deepest courtyard behind him. He saw the familiar figure standing barefoot in front of Zhou Wudao, the director of the Nanjuncheng Branch of the Martial Arts Academy, with a strong sense of fighting.

Zhou Wudao, the dean of Nanjun City, who was floating white bearded and had a fairy-like appearance. Zhou Wudao, the dean of Nanjun City, who rarely interfered in the affairs of the courtyard, was not a paradise. He had been suffering from injuries for many years, otherwise he would not have been trapped in the realm of martial artists for many years and would have made no progress.

"Okay, okay, okay, Wu is angry and perfect, the whole Nanjun City is blind." Zhou Wudao stared at Nie Kong for a long time, saying three times, and his words were filled with great irony.

"Student..." Nie Kong was about to speak again, but Zhou Wudao waved his hand gently: "You have enjoyed the same style as Cai Donglai. You will see a different world with me." After saying that, his body fluttered, and his shadow was as fast as a illusion. Nie Kong's face changed and his body continued to retreat to avoid the opponent's attack, but found that he could not avoid Zhou Wudao's breath locking no matter what. He knew that as long as he was not careful, he would be immediately hit by the opponent's erratic pair of erratic palms.

He has been chased and tried to find a gap to fight back. The more he wanted to find the opportunity, the more he could not find it. The more he was chased and beaten, the vicious cycle was so exhausted that Nie Kong was breathing heavily. If Fang Yin Solution had not opened up the road for him, such a battle would have been exhausted.

Zhou Wudao and Cai Donglai were actually shocked. What kind of monster is this? He has such powerful continuous combat ability. Not to mention that he is a martial artist, I think the peak "qi" of the martial artist is not enough to support such high-intensity combat. Zhou Wudao, who has been immersed in martial arts for decades, is already breathless. As the attacking party, he has absolute initiative and does not need to make any more thoughts to judge. The exhausted "qi" is much smaller.

The longer the practice, the more refined the control of "qi" will be, and the less exhaustion will be. Zhou Wudao's state has stagnated due to injury. The so-called misfortune is the basis of good fortune. Over the years, the control of "qi" has reached the extreme fineness, and long-term combat is not a problem for him.

"stupid!"

Nie Kong, who was helplessly avoiding, suddenly felt his heart tightening, and a loud shout exploded in his body, which made Nie Kong's thinking stop for half a beat. It was this half beat that prevented him from avoiding a palm from Zhou Wudao. After his thoughts turned around, his palm had arrived, and it was too late to hide.

He made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and roared, preparing to be attacked by this attack. He swung his right fist directly into Zhou Wudao's chest, exchanging his injuries for injuries.

Zhou Wudao attacked with one palm, moved his body several inches, and gave up his left shoulder to Nie Kong. He had to change it, and at the lowest cost.

The moment Zhou Wudao's actions were taken, Nie Kong's eyes showed a beast-like light. He understood that the sound of stupidity and Zhou Wudao's movement finally woke up the things he had been thinking about for three days. The martial arts became full of anger. It was time to become a martial artist, but he always felt that something was hindering him. At this moment, he understood.

If you are brave, martial arts are brave. Without the courage to fight to the death, how can you continue to move forward on the path of cruel martial arts practice?

"ah!!!!"

Nie Kong did not hide, and resisted the palm of Zhou Wudao's solid state. Blood spurted out, and he took several steps in a row. His face turned pale, but his face was filled with incomparable excitement. His fists clenched, and a terrifying aura burst out from his body, which immediately spread throughout the martial arts academy. Cai Donglai's face changed, his body redirected, and disappeared without a trace. Such an aura appeared in Nanjun City, which inevitably attracted people's attention. The years-forgotten friends made Cai Donglai know Nie Kong's thoughts. He wanted to completely disappear the reputation of being burdened with more than ten years, and to make all those who questioned and did not believe him see with their own eyes the achievements that could make Nanjun City tremble.

"Fight again tomorrow." Zhou Wudao suggested. Nie Kong, who was still bleeding from his mouth, half lowered his head, his eyelids rolled up, staring at Zhou Wudao like a beast, nodded slowly, and retracted his body. He finally knew what the difference between martial artists and martial artists was. It was a huge gap that could not be crossed, far from the difference between the same realm. No wonder when Dan Tai Fuyu stepped into the martial artist, the entire Dan Tai family and even the entire Nanjun City were shocked.

It turns out that this is the realm of a martial artist, a completely different world.

Nie Kongtu, who had jumped to the air, stagnated for several seconds, completing the unique transformation of the martial arts realm, and a brief fit between the energy of heaven and earth and the "qi" of his own cultivation.

Zhou Wudao looked at his back, and the bright colors in his eyes immediately dimmed again. The sorrow that was so painful that it was deep in thirty years, and he still couldn't let go of it. Looking at Nie Kong, he let the Buddha see himself back then, from being judged to not be able to practice to becoming a martial artist with his own efforts, and then becoming a genius in the mouth of others in just a few years, all the way to the realm of martial artist concentrating. If it weren't for that time, how could Zhou Wudao today be in such a small place in Nanjun City, what a ridiculous realm of martial artist concentrating.

In the Martial Arts Academy, several mentors and students who had good cultivation and who were still practicing hard in the academy all sensed the surging aura, rushed out from the place where they were practicing and rushed towards the place where they sensed the aura.

"Everyone is back, there are friends from the dean who come from afar, so don't make a fuss." Cai Donglai appeared at the intersection and scolded coldly.

Seeing the students returning, Cai Donglai breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the rising sun in the east, narrowed his eyes, and murmured: "This Nanjun City is really too small. Nie Kong, your stage is not here."

At this time, Nie Kong, who was running away from Nanjun City, stood on the Qingqing Mountain, looking at the stone chamber of the ancestral worship that was closed by him, looking at the still-existing ruins, looking at the familiar grass and trees, regardless of the dry blood at the corners of his mouth and the dark redness invaded his chest, kneeling down on his knees, arms spreading to the sky, and silent roars were far more powerful than shouting loudly.

"I can be stronger, I must be stronger..."

"Boy, stop shouting, you're very impatient. I'm here. It's easy to train an acquired junior like you. Come and see me quickly. If you feel good, you can just give me some advice. You can make you a congenital strongman." Abrupt, a cold and sinister voice rushed over, making people sweat.
Chapter completed!