40,000 Years of Cultivation

The old man who came by had gray and sparse hair, gray eyes, and seemed to have cataracts. He was slouchy, breathing quickly, and could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Li Yao remembered that when the school started, he and his classmates went to the warehouse to collect school uniforms. He had met this old man named Sun.

"He is not an ordinary warehouse clerk. I heard that this old man'Sun Biao' was already a martial arts teacher in the school more than 70 years ago. He is a very powerful master, and his vision is very poisonous. Cultivation genius, when he saw the extraordinary place of "Demon Sword Peng Hai" in the slum, he recruited Peng Haite into the school! However, he was more than 150 years old, and he did not teach students ten years ago, so he was half retired. State, just can’t stay at home, just come to work as a warehouse keeper at the school for a lifetime, killing time. Don’t look at him thin, inconspicuous, he has high prestige in the school, even the principal Zhao The bald head will sell him a bit of face!" Meng Jiang, the king of gossip in the school, introduced him endlessly.

"The person who unearthed the'Demon Blade Peng Hai'!" Li Yao respected in awe.

"I didn't expect Elder Sun to show up. It seems that things are still going to turn around. Remember, be smart in front of his old man. Maybe it's a blessing or a curse. Go!" Meng Jiang pushed Li Yao hard and suddenly said again. ,"and many more!"

"Huh?" Li Yao stopped.

"Little demon, you just said that in the face of the enemy's threat, you must first fight to the end, and then make sense or compromise. It sounds very imposing--but what if you can't fight it?" Meng Jiang just kept going. I was thinking about Li Yao's words, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was cool, dazzling and domineering, but I faintly felt that something was wrong. Only then did I realize it.

"If you can't fight, you can run, if you can't run, you can endure, if you can't stand it, you can go to death!" Li Yao rolled his eyes at the dead party and walked to the warehouse manager Sun Biao.

He was head taller than Sun Biao. Standing in front of the opponent, he could only see a sparsely haired head covered with old age spots, which seemed unremarkable.

However, Li Yao was extremely nervous, his heart beating violently-the other party discovered the "Demon Blade Peng Hai"!

Sun Biao leaned his neck, as if his cervical spine was not very good, he tilted his head a little laboriously, and looked carefully for a long time.

The look was like an avid gourmet staring at a piece of tender and juicy veal, until Li Yao's scalp was numb and his back became cold, the old man slowly said, "The magnesium powder is spread well!"

Li Yao was stunned and couldn't help smiling. He also felt that he had a good hand, and he would seize the opportunity with one move to establish the victory.

Otherwise, with Zhao Liang's 60% spiritual root development, and honestly fight, it's not necessarily who will beat who is a pig!

"But—" Sun Biao turned around and stretched out two withered fingers, "If I was replaced by me, it would not be the magnesium powder, but the iron sand in the sandbag. As long as the strength is enough, it will be all of a sudden. Penetrate the opponent’s retina and make the opponent completely lose their eyesight! Then they sprinkle iron nails on the ground, and the opponent can’t see it. If you step on it with one foot, the sole of the foot will definitely penetrate! Although it is not fatal, this kind of good baby who grows up in a greenhouse is the most If you are afraid of pain, you must lose your mobility! Both vision and mobility are lost, and you can kill him in just two seconds!"

Li Yao was dumbfounded at hearing, and it took a long time to react, and he couldn't help arguing: "The situation was so urgent at the time. It would be nice if I could secretly catch a handful of magnesium powder. How can I have time to open the sandbag to get the iron sand inside? The iron nail is even more important. Exaggeration, how can I spill a lot of iron nails in the gym?"

Sun Biao "hehe" yinly smiled twice: "As a fighting master, of course, it is twenty-four hours a day. Every second must be prepared for battle. Small pieces such as iron sand and nails, basically You should carry it with you. Even when you take a bath, you have to put a nail in your body! You don't even have the most basic preparations, so you dare to come out and learn how to fight?"

Li Yao was speechless for a while, and suddenly felt that this old man was a hundred times more despicable and shameless than himself.

Sun Biao snorted coldly, and continued: "But these years, there are fewer and fewer young people who can really fight. I think you have some potential. Go, go to my place and chat with the old man!"

With that said, he turned around, carrying his hands on his back, and walked towards the warehouse.

Li Yao hesitated, and honestly followed the old man.

Then he discovered a strange thing-Sun Biao seemed to be trembling, moving small steps, a sneeze can be blown down, but the speed is not slow at all, and it seems that there are eyes on the back of his head, following Li Yao The speed changes, always staying five meters ahead of him.

Li Yao didn't believe in evil, and once gritted his teeth, he simply used "Spirit Snake Footwork" and jogged all the way.

Sun Biao still carried his hands on his back, staggering.

But no matter how Li Yao accelerates, or even runs hot and sweaty, he can't shorten the distance of even a single strand of hair!

"Is it a superb martial arts footwork, or a cultivating immortal method like shrinking the ground into an inch?" Li Yao was extremely surprised.

It wasn't until a few classmates walked slowly by him that he suddenly realized that it was not that Sun Biao was walking too fast, but that he was too slow!

He obviously showed the "Spirit Snake Footwork", but he still didn't run ten meters away after running for a long time. Until the classmate passed by, he didn't realize that there was something wrong!

"Is it a mental illusion attack?" Li Yao's scalp was numb, and finally realized that Sun Biao was unfathomable. He didn't dare to make any more random times. He kept his steps, clamped his tail, and honestly followed Sun Biao.

Strangely speaking, he stopped his pace, and the speed of the two of them increased inexplicably. The 9th Gymnasium was about a thousand meters away from the logistics warehouse, but it only took a minute to see the warehouse gate.

The logistics warehouse is a small gray building, and the skin has peeled off in many places, revealing yellow-brown masonry, which looks a little ugly.

It doesn't seem to be big, but there are things inside. After winding around and passing through a large pile of logistics supplies, what appeared in front of Li Yao's eyes was a training ground the size of a standard psionic stadium.

Dumbbells, barbells, butterfly machines, squat machines, strength testing machines, crystal jelly clay figure boxing targets... all kinds of training equipment are available.

However, most of them are models from decades ago, silly, thick, black, rusty, and faintly revealing a rugged and sturdy atmosphere.

All the training equipment was covered with dust, and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time.

Walking to the center of the training ground, Sun Biao turned around and suddenly did something that Li Yao couldn't guess.

This one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old retired teacher who once discovered "Peng Hai, the demon knife", bowed deeply to Li Yao, and his voice suddenly became extremely serious: "First of all, classmate Li Yao, please accept my apology."