On Tianzhu Peak, a dawn light shines on the earth.

Chen Mang absorbed the first ray of purple air in the morning and was about to slowly end his work.

At this time, two figures, one old and one young, came from far to near, towards the top of the mountain.

Chen Mang noticed the movement behind him and turned around. Seeing the appearance of the visitor, he couldn't help but chuckled: "Old Zhang, you actually washed your face. Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Zhang Junbao smiled and said to the disciple beside him: "Disciple, this little guy is called Chen Mang, you call him... Uncle Master."

The little Taoist boy came to Chen Mang who was half tall, and bowed with a stern look: "Song Chuwu has met his uncle."

Chen Mang looked at the little Taoist boy a few times and looked at Zhang Junbao with suspicious eyes: "This is really your apprentice. Why is it so sensible? It doesn't look like you at all?"

Zhang Junbao was amused and laughed and cried when he heard this: "You rascal, why can't you teach a sensible apprentice?" After that, he pretended to be angry and flicked his sleeves, and took his apprentice to an open land, and taught his apprentice to practice martial arts.

Chen Mang looked at it with interest for a while and felt that Zhang San's martial arts skills were a few more than his own bodyguards. Every move and every move had its own mystery. His movements were stretched like cotton, and his movements were continuous. He couldn't help but say curiously: "What kind of martial arts did you teach him?"

Zhang Junbao turned around and smiled, "This is the Mian Palm Kung Fu created by the old Taoist, which makes you laugh."

Chen Mang shook his head and said, "It looks interesting. At least it is much better than my bodyguard. I will come and learn it too!"

After saying that, he came to Song Chuwu and practiced the palm technique with him. Each move was exactly the same as Zhang Junbao's use!

Zhang Junbao's eyes were full of energy and couldn't help but praise: "You can get the true meaning of my mulberry palm by just watching it a few times. Such talent is really amazing. Use your internal strength and try how powerful my mulberry palm is!"

Chen Mang's movements stopped and turned his face unhappily: "Where can you pick up any pot without opening it? If you want to use internal strength, you must have the premise first."

"You don't have internal strength?"

Zhang Junbao was stunned and came to him in disbelief. He stuck out his right hand to catch his pulse. After a moment, his face became extremely wonderful.

Chen Mang had no internal strength in his body, and there was no trace of practicing internal strength at all.

However, his body has all the meridians, and the innate qi is extremely full, which is exactly the same as the records of the innate Taoist body in the Taoist scriptures. It is clearly a profound realm pursued by Taoism. This situation is really strange.

He frowned and looked at Chen Mang, let go of Chen Mang's wrist, thought for a while and said, "Your situation is a bit special. Qi is the foundation of the human body, and internal strength is born based on Qi. Logically speaking, your innate qi is so sufficient that you should have reached the state of self-generating internal strength and cycling. But there is no trace of internal strength in your body, which is really strange..."

"Well. Let's do this. I have a recipe here. You might as well give it a try."

"First use your heart to make the body, follow others rather than yourself, then the body can follow your heart, and still follow others..."

"The Qi sinks downward, and enters the spine from the shoulders and pours into the waist. This Qi is from top to bottom, which is called "union..."

Listening to Zhang Junbao's mantra, Chen Mang carefully mobilized the innate qi in his body to circulate. Soon, a heat flow came out, which immediately made Chen Mang's eyes lit up.

Internal force!

So this is internal force?!

At the moment of excitement, the trace of internal force that had just condensed met the magic power flowing naturally in his meridians.

The moment the two touched each other, their magic power was like a hungry beast, swallowing up all the internal force in one bite!

The internal power was actually absorbed by the magic power, and it seemed that the magic power was a little more?

Is it an illusion?

While Chen Mang was shocked, his body trembled slightly and stopped practicing Qigong.

Zhang Junbao, who was protecting the Dharma on the side, saw this and hurried forward to ask: "How do you feel?"

Chen Mang grabbed Zhang Junbao, his eyes lit up and said, "Hurry! Transfer some internal force into my body!"

Zhang Junbao didn't dare to neglect when he heard this. He grabbed his palm, put his palms together, and slowly entered the internal force into Chen Mang's body.

The magic power in Chen Mang's body moved again and quickly pounced on the internal force sent by Zhang Junbao, and in the blink of an eye, he swallowed the internal force.

As Zhang Junbao continuously conveyed internal energy, Chen Mang's magic power finally had a change that could be clearly detected.

The mana has really increased!

After verifying his guess, Chen Mang was so excited that he began to actively use his magic power to refine the internal force input into his body.

This made Zhang Junbao suffer.

Zhang Junbao only felt that the output of the internal force disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. Most of the internal force was transported out, but Chen Mang's body was still like a sea, greedily absorbing his own skills, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

If Chen Mang hadn't taken the initiative to suck his internal strength, he would have suspected that Chen Mang had used the "Bei Ming Divine Art" he heard yesterday!

Looking at Chen Mang's excited expression, he felt that he was not seriously injured. Zhang Junbao slowly stopped his internal strength and looked at him angrily.

Chen Mang couldn't absorb the internal force and complained dissatisfiedly: "Why did you stop? This internal force is not enough to plug into the teeth."

Zhang Junbao was so angry that he blew his beard and said, "It's gone! Do you think my internal force is blown by the strong wind? How much do you want?"

"Oh, why is this power bank worse than the quality of the phone bill?"

Chen Mang sighed with a look on his face, and then said with some disgust: "Old Zhang, your internal strength is not good. Let's go to Tianshan another day to try our luck to see if you can find "Bei Ming Divine Art" and strengthen your internal strength."

My internal strength is not good?

Zhang Junbao was angry and laughed at him and said mockingly: "Who said yesterday that this martial arts genre will be besieged by the entire martial arts world if it is used? Why aren't you afraid now?"

Chen Mang smiled and said, "Anyway, you are practicing, and siege is also siege."

Zhang Junbao immediately had a speech contest.

Seeing him being indifferent to his proposal, Chen Mang bewitched with a slight conspiracy: "If you want to become a master, you have to pay some price. At that time, we will divide the internal energy you absorb by 30% to 70% of the time. You will be the first-class master within one year and a peerless master for three years! In the future, everyone will call you a hero when they see him! Consider it?"

That look like a salesperson who sells swimming and fitness.

Zhang Junbao was amused by his expression and sneered: "Why do I want to give you three success powers for nothing?"

Chen Mang looked at Zhang Junbao with the look he knew on the first day, curled his lips and said, "What are you thinking about? It's me, you three!"

Zhang Junbao: “…”

How could there be such a shameless person in the world!

After some instigation, Chen Mang almost said he had done it, but Zhang Junbao was still unmoved.

The Tianshan Mountains are far away and the crowds are rarely visited. No one is not stable enough. Chen Mang had to give up the idea of ​​going to Tianshan for the time being, and he and the master and apprentice went down the mountain to the market to buy daily necessities.

Half a day later, Chen Mang and Song Chuwu were watching juggling while eating candied haws on the street. Just as they saw the wonderful thing, Zhang Junbao walked back with a rice bag and looked solemn.

"Go back to the mountain."

"Wait a minute, I'll swallow the fireball! Let's go after watching!"

Chen Mang glanced at Zhang Junbao with his own light as he spoke. Seeing that his face was a little abnormal, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I met an evil master who killed someone and committed a murder. His palm technique was very vicious. I had a palm against him and suffered a little loss. That man would revenge him and would kill someone if he had a disagreement. I was afraid that he would be unfavorable to you, so it would be better to go back to the mountain as soon as possible."

Zhang Junbao looked at Chen Mang with a complicated expression. He could meet such a master by just going down the mountain. This world is indeed the same as what this little guy said.

However, if he hadn't sent too much internal strength to this little guy in the morning, how could he have escaped from him?

Now that his skills have not yet recovered, he is followed by two more people. If that person comes to intercept him, he is somewhat unsure to protect the two children.

After hearing his story, Chen Mang's heart immediately skipped a beat, and he pulled Song Chuwu in panic and squeezed out of the crowd: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up! If you don't see me for a while, you will cause trouble. Next time, you will come to the market. You are not allowed to leave me for five steps!"

When Zhang Junbao saw that he educated himself like he was educated, he was so amused and laughed and shook his head helplessly and followed.

"What kind of martial arts skills does that person have?" Chen Mang asked while pulling Song Chuwu to run quickly.

"His martial arts moves seem ordinary, but in fact he hides the internal force of Yin and Cold in his palm. The moment he faces his palm, he feels like he bumps into a piece of ice."

"Ice?"

Chen Mang's steps slowed down slightly and he muttered anxiously: "The Ice Mian Palm of the Ming Cult, the Ice Divine Palm of the Songshan Sect, and the Xuanming Divine Palm have similar effects. None of them can afford to offend them. This time you can make a big fuss."

Zhang Junbao said with a solemn expression: "He wanted to kill the waiter just because the food was not tasty. I couldn't stand it and then stepped forward to stop him. If he refused to let go, the old Taoist said he would not go to his sect to make arguing."

Chen Mang squinted his eyes with the stubborn old man in front of him and said helplessly: "Do you think everyone is just as reasonable as us. In this world, whoever has a big power and a big fist is right on whoever is right."

"We have to fight the younger ones now, so we have to fight the older ones. Forget it, I can't explain it to you, I'll deal with this matter."

Zhang Junbao was slightly surprised: "What do you want to deal with it?"

Chen Mang's eyes showed fierce light: "If he dares to come for revenge, he will kill the turtle grandson, and then crush his body to ashes. Whoever comes to find it will die will be dead. If it doesn't work, I will set up a net of heaven and earth in Wudang Mountain, kill one by one, and then let go out to say that Wudang Mountain is making monsters, and see who will dare to come!"

Zhang Junbao looked at his green face, and a trace of cold air came out from behind.
Chapter completed!