The Unscrupulous Veterinarian Chapter 322: All People Practice Martial Arts
All people practice martial arts
"Let's go! Qingqing, big brother will show you the magnificent mountains and rivers of our Chinese clan." Murong Feng hugged Qingqing's slender waist and swooped towards the earth...
In three days, they left their footprints everywhere in China, including the majestic and steep mountains, the magnificent Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. After three days of walking, Murong Feng's mind was greatly sublimated. China's great mountains and rivers are as good as any in China.
People can't let go of it. Why is China called the mainland of China? It's because it is the hometown of God.
During the three days, Murong Feng and Qing Qing walked in the sky without shying away from their figures. Countless people saw Murong Feng and Qing Qing who were like gods. There were even more rumors about them in China. For a time,
The words of the gods are spreading even more, and regarding this, the Chinese government is surprisingly calm, seeming to acquiesce to this rumor.
Murong Feng and Qing Qing returned to the inner hall of Shaolin, but there were many Chinese bosses gathered here, including China's No. 1 and No. 2 bosses, more than a dozen military and political bosses, and even a few veterans of unknown ages.
Each of them carries a long sword on his back, looking pure and inactive.
When Murong Feng saw so many people coming, he couldn't help but frown, and then called the great monk Yimu and said: "Yimu, why are there so many people here, what's going on with those old Taoists, and these are all from China.
Big boss? As long as bosses No. 1 and 2 come, why are there so many people behind us?"
The great monk Yimu clasped his palms together and said with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "Master Patriarch, you can't blame this disciple. These military bosses are the leaders of various military regions. No. 1 and No. 2 took time out of their busy schedules.
In three days, I even put down everything, and as for these old Niubi, they are the elders of the Wudang Sect."
"Oh! The elders of the Wudang Sect are actually at the fourth or fifth level of cultivation. Damn it! You idiots, the Zhenwu Seven-section Sword Formation has actually been cultivated to the third level, Tai Chi Sword is only at the fourth level, and Tai Chi Quan is only...
I said you trash, how did you practice these martial arts? It took hundreds of years to reach this point. If Master Zhang Sanfeng knew that there were disciples like you, he would be so angry that he wouldn't die." Murong said one by one.
He scolded them and picked them one by one.
A group of veteran Taoists looked even more embarrassed. Due to Murong Feng's extremely high seniority, they did not dare to refute for a while. However, when they heard Murong Feng's words, they were all shocked. The thin old Taoist who headed them said with an innocent look on his face: "Senior,
This is really not our fault! It is actually the decisive battle with the Kunlun Taoist sect for thousands of years after the founder broke through the sky. Our elite disciples suffered countless casualties, which resulted in the incompleteness of the practice! The juniors dare to ask the seniors, how do you know our skills?
Law."
Murong Feng shook his head helplessly, and a purple energy sword condensed in his palm. He waved it quickly, and seven purple energy swords appeared. They quickly spread out and flew in the air. He used the sword technique and exploded with thousands of sharp sword energy.
Tear the air apart and shake the void.
The faces of several veteran Taoists changed drastically. They didn’t care about their own image at all. They were all extremely excited. The leader of the Taoists was even more excited and said: "This... this is the Zhenwu Seven-section Sword Formation! Senior... where did you learn it..."
Murong Feng did not speak, but dispersed the sword formation in the air, and turned to perform Tai Chi. Mysterious fist movements appeared, and purple Tai Chi shadows appeared one after another. The void turned into a circle, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Each movement contained the great truth.
trajectory, and Murong Feng turned into a purple long sword again. With a movement of the sword, he quickly swung it, split into two, and the two turned into four, until it turned into a purple long sword with one hundred and twenty-eight lines.
The movement of the wind stopping.
"Do you understand? I know all Tai Chi, Zhenwu Sword Formation, Tai Chi Sword, and even Tai Chi Divine Skills, the Eight Steps of Tiangang, and the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen. Look at you fools, you have mastered these ancient martial arts skills.
What do you mean, don't you feel ashamed? How come the Martial Saint has disciples like you, as well as Ichimu and you old monks, don't laugh, you are the same, I really want to give you a good slap."
Several old monks in Yimu immediately held back and did not dare to laugh. However, they were really uncomfortable, and the leader of the old monks was very excited. He quickly knelt down on the ground and said: "Master, please accept the three disciples."
Thank you, God has mercy on us, the ancestor of our sect has finally arrived!"
Murong Feng had no choice but to lose his identity as the Patriarch, but Yimu quit and immediately said: "Qingfeng Lao Niubi, do you want to be shameless? This is my Shaolin Patriarch. Who cares?"
Wudang is having trouble! Stop trying to get too close. I advise you to get out of here, otherwise Grandmaster will get angry."
The old Taoist Qingfeng was also fighting against the wind. He pulled out the long sword and said: "Old bald donkey Yimu, this is obviously my ancestor of Wudang. If you don't let the ancestor speak, you are going against me. Qingfeng and you today
Come on, old bald donkey, you dare to fight me."
Yimu then grabbed an iron rod and shouted: "Old Niubi, come as soon as you come, who is afraid of you!"
Murong Feng's face darkened and he shouted: "Stop it, grandpa, you two together are over a thousand years old, and you are still fighting like this. It's a joke. What are you arguing about? I, the master, and you, the Shaolin Wudang master
We have a long history, and I will definitely do it as your Patriarch. I am not here to watch you fight today. Qingfeng, if anything happens, I will go to the Wudang Sect in person later."
"Yes, Master Patriarch." Old Taoist Qingfeng looked at Yimu with great pride, while Yimu stood aside angrily.
Murong Feng looked at the No. 1 and No. 2 bosses in front of him, looking at their trembling looks, and said: "Chairman Bai, Premier Long, and the three generals behind, Yimu, Qingfeng, you guys are coming too. As for
The rest of the people are waiting outside."
The three generals who were named were naturally extremely excited. Although the rest of the people were unhappy, they did not dare to show it. Murongfeng took Qingqing to a Zen room. Murongfeng sat down first, and Qingqing also
Sitting next to Murong Feng, the others stood quietly. Boss No. 1 and No. 2 looked a little reserved.
Murong Feng smiled slightly and said: "Haha! After all, those of you sitting here are all my seniors, but my identity is quite special. I am a disciple of Zen Master Huike, one of the Sixth Patriarchs of Shaolin, and Master Sanfeng of Wudang. I am also an ancient member of our clan.
Descendants of the First God of War, the Ancient War Demon Emperor, don’t think these are just legends. Let me make a long story short. I need help from the country. My only goal is to practice martial arts for all the people, and knock down all the immortals worshiped by China from the altar.
We enshrine the ancestors of our clan, Our Lady of Nuwa, Emperor Fuxi, Emperor Xuanyuan, Emperor Shennong, Emperor Chiyou, and Emperor Zhanmo. Don’t think that these are the myths of our Chinese people. They are all real characters. Our clan’s Emperor Zhanmo has no doubts.
Shou Futian is the Great Emperor Xingtian, and I am the descendant of the Great Emperor. In another world, countless strong men of our clan have fallen, just to leave a glimmer of hope for our clan."