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Chapter 2 Zhang Sanfeng is really a god

After a long time, Zhang San came back from his shock and smiled bitterly in a complicated mood: "It turns out that there are so many hidden masters in the world. It seems that the old Taoist should be careful when walking in the world in the future."

Chen Mang showed a sensible expression and nodded, "Just know, walking around the world, the most important thing is to keep your life. Saving your life is the most important thing. This is the truth I learned with my blood lesson."

"We fight to the end, and we fight to the end, and we will live a lifespan. Just like four martial arts practitioners curse at the streets, if you endure those three to death, you will be the grandmaster!"

Zhang San twitched his cheeks hard, and opened his mouth, unable to think of where to refute.

At this time, Chen Mang had already roasted the pig deer, pulled off a deer leg and distributed it to him.

Zhang San got the deer legs and didn't bother to refute him. He couldn't wait to chew a few bites of the venison, swallowed it in his stomach with a look of enjoyment, and continued the topic just now: "The martial arts of Zhang Sanfeng who can make you give up so many unique skills and come to become a disciple must be superb, right?"

Chen Mang combined the legends he had heard in his previous life and spoke nonsense: "Of course Zhang Sanfeng is amazing. Legend has it that when he was young, he dreamed that the Zhenwu God taught him boxing skills. His cultivation was earth-shaking. Now he probably has practiced to the point where he can know things before. The state of Yang Shen traveling is no less than that of Bodhidharma in the past."

"It is comparable to Bodhidharma. You can know before that Yang Shen travels. This is my Taoist land god-like realm..."

Zhang San was fascinated by hearing this, and slapped his thigh and said, "Zhang Sanfeng is really a god!"

Chen Mang nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise why would I not travel thousands of miles to become a disciple? You said that you were only one word different from his name, why is the gap so big?"

Zhang San smiled embarrassedly: "I heard you say this, let alone you, even the old Taoist, I want to be a disciple of Zhenren Zhang."

Chen Mang's mind moved, and he used his magic power. He used Ksitigarbha's Dharma Eye to observe the situation in his body, shook his head and said, "You are afraid you can't do it anymore. You are so old, and the breath in your body is still so mixed. The innate qi is not running smoothly. Practicing martial arts will only waste your energy. If you don't have any advice from experts, you may have to stop in this shallow state in this life."

"Shallow...a realm?"

After hearing this, Zhang San couldn't help but look a little frustrated on his face.

A person who can practice to the state of returning to the innate nature of acquired rebirth has never seen a second person in the world except himself. Why did he become a little shrimp who has not yet entered the mouth of Chen Mang?

Are the conditions for recruiting disciples so strict?

Seeing Zhang Sanyi's look of loss, Chen Mang felt that he had hit the old man a little too hard, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

In fact, Zhang San is much better than the bodyguards in his family.

He once looked at the family's escort masters with Dizang's eyes. Those escort masters only had a mouthful of innate qi that was born with innate qi. This was the first time he had seen someone like Zhang San who had sufficient innate qi in his body and was only one step away from building a foundation.

Not only that, he also knew Master Fengling in Emei. I think he should be considered the number one person in the world. Moreover, he is so old that he has already been buried in half of his body, so it is obviously a bit too much to attack him like this.

Sorry, Chen Mang stood up and walked towards Zhang San.

"I think you don't even have a Taoist dictatorship. It's so difficult to build a foundation by yourself. Anyway, I'll help you." After saying that, I wiped the oil stains on my hands on my clothes, raised my white little hand and pressed it on the Baihui acupoint above Zhang San's head.

Zhang Sanyi looked confused. The next moment, he noticed a heat flow coming in from the Baihui point on his head. The place where the heat flow passed was extremely comfortable. The mixed air in the meridians was pressed by the heat flow and discharged from the pores outward!

Just as he was secretly shocked, Chen Mang's somewhat impatient voice came from his ears: "Why are you standing there stupidly? You are using the internal skills you have practiced!"

Zhang San's mind moved and realized that he had encountered a great opportunity. He quickly activated the internal energy method he created. After mobilizing the heat flow to run for a large circle, all the impurities in his body were discharged, and the operation of the innate qi in the meridians was no longer hindered!

Feeling the changes in Zhang San's body, Chen Mang stopped the delivery of magic power, moved his hand away from his head, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done, fortunately, your foundation building is only one step away, otherwise I can't help you. Now that you have successfully built the foundation, you will find this Soul-Breaking Sword, Tiger Claw Technique, etc. to practice it. In the future, you don't have to be afraid of the Haisha Sect or the Giant Whale Gang."

Zhang San removed the impurities on his body and was feeling the refreshing texture brought by the unimpeded flow of the innate Qi. When he heard Chen Mang say this, he was caught off guard and almost went astray.

Haisha Sect and... Giant Whale Gang?

Let the leaders of these two gangs go together and can withstand his three-successful power of death, and write the three words Zhang Junbao upside down!

If Chen Mang knew what he was thinking, he would probably jump up excitedly immediately, because this person was Zhang Sanfeng he was looking for, but he had not changed his name at this time and was still called Zhang Junbao.

Zhang Junbao passed by this Taoist temple by chance and happened to meet Chen Mang barbecue. He was attracted by his superb cooking skills. He also heard him tell stories about the world, including the Northern Heroes Guo Jing and others, including Guo Xiang and himself.

He was afraid that Chen Mang would be scruples after learning his identity and could not tell what he knew truthfully, so he concealed his name.

This concealment has been hidden until today.

Zhang Junbao looked at Chen Mang quietly, feeling that he could underestimate himself if he compared the Haisha Sect with him.

But just now, he heard so many peerless masters and magical secrets in one breath, and was washed by Chen Mang using the secret method of Yijin and marrow. His vision was much broader than before, and he actually didn't have much confidence to refute it.

Moreover, although Chen Mang occasionally exaggerated his words, he would not be aimless. Perhaps the Haisha Sect and the Giant Whale Gang are really hiding masters who are similar to his martial arts?

Alas, there are so many masters in the world. The great reputation I have made in the world is probably just a love affair with fellow players in the world...

After thanking Chen Mang again and again, Zhang Junbao, who had doubts about his martial arts, returned to his Taoist temple with stars and moons.

Pushing the door and entering, a twelve or thirteen-year-old Taoist boy stood up from the chair next to the table, saliva, and looked at the slice of porridge venison in his hand.

"Master, you are back!"

"Ha, wait and eat quickly."

Zhang Junbao handed the oil paper bag to the Taoist boy. The Taoist boy immediately smiled, opened the oil paper bag, and ate the venison.

Zhang Junbao rubbed his head: "Advisor, I have thought about it carefully just now. Let's push the matter of establishing a school in the future."

The little Taoist stopped in shock, swallowed the venison in his mouth, and said obediently: "It depends on the master."

Zhang Junbao nodded and continued with a sigh, "The masters in the world have entered the mud and sand of the Yellow River. They may not be qualified to start a sect and establish a sect. Not to mention that they are far away, just say that there is a master named Zhang Sanfeng on Wudang Mountain. He has a skill that is beyond the reach of anyone in the world."

"When I find Zhenren Zhang another day, I will inform him. With his consent, I can only be at ease to start a sect on this Wudang Mountain!"

The little Taoist boy's face gradually became strange as he listened to his master's speech.

Zhang Sanctuary?

Since the death of the female hero Guo Xiang in Emei, his master has been crazy three times a day and was teased by the villagers at the foot of the mountain to call him Zhang Sanfeng. Does his master already know?

Of course he knew that his master's skills were rare in the world, and all his fellow practitioners in the world would be convinced.

However, why did the master brag about it himself?

Oh, it must be that Master’s madness has occurred again!

The little Taoist looked at his crazy master with concern, and a deep sorrow arose in his heart.

These days, the master's madness has rarely occurred, and he brought barbecue back every now and then. He originally thought that his master had returned to normal.
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