People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

After Zhang Wuwei paid a certain "painful" price.

Huang Rong changed into a beige dress, which was really beautiful.

It seems to be a classical beauty walking out of a painting, but full of playfulness.

The two contrasts are irresistible.

"Brother Huang." Guo Jing stammered and asked Huang Rong:

"You, are you a girl?"

Huang Rong turned around in front of him: "How is it?"

"It looks good."

Guo Jing scratched the back of his head, and said naively: "It's pretty, it's pretty, it's really pretty."

He came to Wuwei and walked around him: "Hmph, I don't know what to do."

Zhang Wuwei didn't even look at it, shook his head, and slowly flipped through the Blood Knife Sutra.

The upper part is the heart method and internal strength, and the lower part is the knife method.

Huang Rong swayed around twice, seeing that Zhang Wuwei didn't even raise his head, and stretched out a finger in front of his eyes.

Shaking: "Hey, what are you pretending to be?"

Zhang Wuwei rolled his eyes at him, changed his posture, and changed his direction: "Don't disturb my martial arts practice."

He originally thought that with his current martial arts, he could easily become number one in the world.

It does not appear to be the case now.

An ancestor of the Blood Knife has the strength of a great master.

What is the strength of Wujue in the world that day?

He took it for granted, he still had to practice hard.

Huang Rong looked bored beside her and was unhappy.

Guo Jing hurried forward to comfort him: "Brother Huang, no, sister Huang, no, this."

Huang Rong glanced at him: "Call me Sister Rong from now on."

"Okay, Sister Rong." Guo Jing scratched his head:
"Well, Brother Zhang is practicing martial arts, so let's not bother him."

"How about I go hunting, and you plan to prepare delicious food for lunch?"

You just finished breakfast, so you add up to lunch? ? ?

Huang Rong rolled her eyes, and then thought: It's okay, I cook delicious food, and I won't starve him to death.

Hmph, if you want to eat, don't give it to him.

"go!"

He took Guo Jing with him and left.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Wuwei nodded in satisfaction: "Well, that's right."

Continue to immerse yourself in the cheats.

Half a ring, turn on the system:

Zhang Wuwei

Realm: Innate Middle Stage

Internal strength:

Liangyi Qiankun Xuan Gong (Level [-])
Great Teleportation of the Universe (Level [-])

Fragments of the Nine Yin Scriptures (Level [-])
Light work:

Vertical ladder (five levels)

External work:

Taijiquan (Level [-]) Taiji Sword (Level [-]) Dugu Nine Swords (Level [-]) Lion Roar Skill (Level [-]) Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms (Level [-]) Blood Knife Sutra (Level [-])
The Nine Yin Scriptures in this dragon-slaying knife turned out to be a fragment, lacking a large part of the inner strength scriptures.

No wonder Zhou Zhiruo became windy after practice.

I squeezed my chin, it looks like I have to go to Zhongnan Mountain for a walk earlier.

Suddenly a scent came to his nose, and he took a slight sniff.

Saliva filled the mouth involuntarily.

The smell was really unbearable, so I stood up and walked outside.

Sure enough, there was a newly opened beggar chicken on the table, and the fragrance of lotus leaves and earth wafted in the air.

But no matter what, it can't hide the delicious smell of chicken, which makes people salivate.

Huang Rong stood there with her hands on her hips: "How about it, are you hungry?"

"Hmph, if I don't give you food, I'll starve you to death!"

Zhang Wuwei smiled slightly, and stretched out to the beggar chicken without washing his hands.

Stopped by Huang Rong: "What are you doing?"

"You won't let me eat." Zhang Wuwei continued with a smile:

"Why don't I do it myself?"

"Hey hey."

Huang Rong said angrily, "Why don't you understand?"

"I won't give you food."

Zhang Wuwei broke off a chicken leg and put it in his mouth:

"If you don't let me eat it, I won't eat it?"

"I'm the leader of the Devil's Cult, and I need to listen to others when I do things."

This made Huang Rong angry, and kicked Guo Jing fiercely: "Don't do it, I'm so mad."

Guo Jing scratched his head: "Sister Rong, all the materials are ready."

"Don't be angry with Brother Zhang, he's just talking."

"Second Brother Zhang, you apologize to Sister Rong, why make her angry?"

Zhang Wuwei joked: "Why, why don't you want my second brother?"

Guo Jing blushed, and said in embarrassment: "Second Brother, don't make fun of me."

Zhang Wuwei laughed, sat at the table, and reached out to grab the chicken wings.

But suddenly a palm with only four fingers stretched out: "Young man, how about I give this chicken wing to the old man?"

"I don't want to eat you for nothing. I think you are all from the martial arts world. So what if I teach you martial arts?"

Zhang Wuwei stared at the beggar who suddenly appeared: "Hong Qigong?"

Hong Qigong grabbed the chicken wings, put them in his mouth and smelled them: "Yeah!"

"It smells so good."

"Old beggar, I smell this fragrance from a long distance away."

"Fortunately, I ran fast, so I finally caught up with you."

Zhang Wuwei put the chicken legs on the table, and a sharp sword shot up into the sky.

Hong Qigong glanced at him in surprise. This little boy, with his domineering sword posture, had a bit of dignity in his eyes:

"Young man, who are you?"

Zhang Wuwei said indifferently: "Devil religion, Zhang Wuwei."

Talking about the Devil's Cult instead of explaining it is to provoke Hong Qigong, the northern beggar.

Hong Qigong was even more surprised, he stopped eating the chicken wings, and kept looking up and down at Zhang Wuwei.

After a while, he exclaimed, "Good good!"

"Sure enough, a hero is a boy, and an old man is not as good as it."

Zhang Wuwei glared at him: "Why did the beggar see me, the leader of the demon sect, and didn't take action to eliminate the demon?"

Hong Qigong laughed heartily: "If Master Zhang is a devil, then what kind of chivalrous people are there?"

"Hmph, they're all just for fame. Which one has done something for the country and the people?"

He took out the wine bag: "Come on, old beggar toast you."

As soon as Zhang Wuwei retracted his sword, he took out the wine bag helplessly, and took a sip with Hong Qigong.

This majestic beggar was subdued, which really made him speechless.

At this moment, Hong Qigong rubbed his palms: "Well, can I eat?"

"It won't taste good when it's cold."

A black line was drawn across Zhang Wuwei's forehead. So it was because of this that he didn't fight with me?
He waved his hands helplessly: "Eat, eat."

At this moment, Huang Rong rolled her eyes and stood up: "Hey, I made it, why do you want to eat it?"

"Unless, you ask me."

He proudly raised his neck, waiting for Zhang Wuwei to respond.

Zhang Wuwei broke off the last chicken wing and threw it into her mouth: "Well, I beg you."

"Humph."

Huang Rong snorted coldly, took off the chicken wings arrogantly, and tasted it slowly:
"Brother Jing, bring the rest up."

"Oh."

Guo Jing honestly served a bowl of good soup, a 24 bridge moonlit night and a plate of fried centipede.

Scratching his head, he stood beside Huang Rong again.

For some reason, he was very happy when he was by Huang Rong's side.

Huang Rong shook her head: "What are you doing here?"

"The rest will not be done."

"Come on, let's go eat too."