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“This broken martial arts hall doesn’t even have a name. It is estimated that it is garbage again.”

While walking, Jing Wuchen looked at the martial arts hall.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

His eyes fell on the only word on the plaque.

“Wu?”

He frowned, always feeling that the plaque was hiding something, but after observing for a long time, he found nothing.

Involuntarily, he smiled disdainfully.

With a wave of his hand, a powerful shot of energy shot out towards the plaque with the word “Wu”.

The palm fell, he didn’t look at it again, and stepped directly into the martial arts hall, because of a broken plaque, under his means, there was no other end – only smashing.

It’s just that he didn’t know that his energy, not only did not cause any harm to Wu Zibian, he didn’t even leave a trace.

After entering the front hall, Wuchen slammed out with a palm, wanting to destroy the front hall first.

But when his palm with strong vitality was shot, it failed to cause the slightest movement. On the contrary, the eighteen pictures hanging on both sides of the wall suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

After that, nothing remained, knives, spears, swords, halberds… Eighteen weapons suddenly condensed above his head, covering him with an aura of destruction.

Wuchen’s already morbid complexion suddenly changed greatly, and under the pressure, his complexion suddenly turned as white paper.

He understands that he has encountered a shocking crisis.

Without the frivolity in his heart, he did not dare to be careless at all. Almost immediately, he took out the Zhentian Stone given to him by the Xuanwu ancestor.

As soon as the shocking stone came out, it immediately exuded a dazzling brilliance.

But in just an instant, under the coercion of the eighteen weapons, it became bleak and dull.

“what?”

Wuchen was shocked, and there was no longer any means of defense, so he could only watch the eighteen weapons descend on his head, getting closer and closer.

Between the electric, light and flint, the eighteen types of condensed weapons passed by, Jing Wuchen could even make a scream, and it was immediately wiped out, leaving only the shocking stone that landed on the floor with a “quack”.

“What?”

The drowsy Yi Feng was about to fall asleep. He was awakened by the sound and sat up.

Then he took Zhong Qing to the front hall, and found that the hall was empty except for a stone much larger than the slab.

“wipe.”

“What incompetent **** is throwing stones at Lao Tzu’s house!”

Yi Feng yelled, and when he got closer, he found that the floor had been smashed and collapsed. He was so distressed that he chased out to look and found that there were no figures.

“Unqualified shit, I curse you to give birth to a son without ass.”

Unable to find the rightful master, Yi Feng could only scold people and complain. After complaining, he instructed Zhong Qing, “Teacher, help me throw this broken stone out.”

“It’s Master.”

Zhong Qing picked up the stone and walked outside with difficulty. After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and said, “Master, I think the size of the stone is quite suitable, why don’t I carry it to the door to fill in the steps?”

Hearing what Zhong Qing said, Yi Feng’s eyes lit up.

Don’t say it, it’s true.

Thinking of this, Yi Feng nodded and instructed: “That’s fine, just leave it at the door, this unqualified babe can be considered a shade of willows and willows.”

But this is also a stalk for Yi Feng.

He has always been easy to deal with, and he has never had a grudge against anyone, so why would someone throw such a large stone at his martial arts hall?

Can’t figure it out. Can’t figure it out.

Because Zhong Qing was completely healed, Yi Feng spent the next few days teaching Zhong Qing new boxing techniques, but he didn’t go out much.

Xuanwuzong.

Yao Linger came to the main hall and stood respectfully in front of Ning Xuanwu.

“Master, Senior Brother Wuchen has been gone for so many days, there is no movement at all, something is wrong!” Yao Linger said uncontrollably.

Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu frowned slightly.

It stands to reason that after so many days, there should be news about Jing Wuchen no matter what, but there is no letter at all, which is indeed a bit abnormal.

“Wufeng, you go down the mountain to have a look, find Wuchen to meet together, and then come back and report to me.”

Ancestor Xuanwu looked at the man in the cape beside him and commanded in a deep voice.

“Yes, Master.”

Jing Wufeng nodded respectfully, waved his cloak behind him, and disappeared in the hall…