I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 32 Lingering Ghosts (please recommend a monthly ticket)

There are ghosts!

When the familiar cold and vicious aura emerged from afar, Wu Mour, who had a very keen perception, straightened up with a carp, bursting out of strength, the whole person jumped up from the bed like a raccoon cat, and then the whole person silently leaned towards the door.

With a light jump, he removed Tai Ah, which was wrapped in oiled paper, from the door frame.

A bloodthirsty cold light suddenly lit up in the darkness!
next moment.

Wu Mourn's movements were all still, like a stop-motion animation, even his breathing was extremely low, and he bowed his head and listened with his ears motionless.

After about a few seconds.

There was a slight sound from the roof of the apprentice dormitory.

Immediately, a roar like thunder came from a little further away, which Wu Mour remembered seemed to be near the gate.

"who is it!?"

Like an angry lion, he stood steadily on the eaves of the martial arts hall with his beard erected, with a pair of angry eyes wide open, sweeping across the shadows and darkness around the martial arts hall like a torch.The martial artist is full of qi and blood, like a torch, which can scare away ordinary dirty things, and even hurt them.

After Lian Ping vaguely sensed that something cold and vicious was approaching, and the martial artist's intuition issued a warning, he rushed out directly to inspect the surroundings of the martial arts hall.

If there is any wild ghost who dares to come to his martial arts gym to cause trouble, and Saye refuses to leave, then he will be killed and scattered immediately!
Black impermanence has disappeared without a trace.

It seemed to give up, facing the bloody martial arts, it didn't say that it attacked directly.Its target is only the unlucky ghost being targeted. There is no need to expand the incident and make some terrible existence unhappy. Unfortunately, if it is stronger... maybe it can have a full meal tonight.

The roar of the owner of the company alarmed the martial arts hall.

After a lot of noise, the martial arts hall quickly returned to calm. Most people didn't know what happened. They yawned and went back to sleep when they saw nothing happened. Some excited apprentices were also disappointed, thinking that they had bumped into Prepare to participate in any drama of grievances and grievances.

Wu Mourn, who came out amidst the crowd, saw Lian Ping, who was being swarmed in.

Lian Ping's face was calm, but Wu Mourn, who was extremely sensitive, still caught a trace of solemnity from his eyes.It seems that the strongest martial artist in Huifeng Martial Arts Hall is not [-]% sure about the ghost just peeping, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is facing a big enemy.

Wu Mourn couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, the evil spirit in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

There was even an urge to sneak out later and take the initiative to find Hei Wuchang.Maybe I can use Huifeng Martial Arts to brush up the Tribulation Seed?But this idea was quickly given up by Wu Mourn. If Hei Wuchang was really introduced into the martial arts school, things would definitely become uncontrollable.

Uncontrollable things mean that you are very passive.

Wu Mourning is an active man who hates being passive.

"It's really lingering, how did that ghost find me, the weird tracking method..."

Going back to the room, he wrapped Tai Ah again and hid it on the door frame. Wu Dao lay back on the bed, thinking constantly, and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

' Yin Qi?Is there still Yin Qi left in my body?Or is it the magic of ghosts? '

Before he knew it, Wu Mourn's thoughts flowed back to the phantom he saw when he was adding points to the Tai'an dagger.The terrifying army of tigers and wolves, the warriors standing out of thin air, he might be able to use Yushan's prosperous high-level academy to inquire about the information about the post-Song era.

Objects from the Later Song Dynasty can also be collected, maybe they can be missed again.

The warriors of that era were so powerful and conquered such a huge territory. Even if the history is lost and there are few records, there must be objects passed down.Among those objects that ordinary people regard as garbage, there may be dusty treasures like Tai Ah, waiting for those who are destined to discover them.

Just what he can think of.

I'm afraid the insiders in the vast Zhu Xia can also think of it.

Wu Mourn stared at the system panel, and after a long time, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Move! Get fucked! You are here to practice martial arts, not to enjoy yourself! Your body is as weak as a hen, and you still want to practice martial arts? Even dancing is almost the same! And you, your muscles are weak Didn’t pull it away, still wanting to punch with my rigid body? Hit hard punches, right? You, just you! Look at your mother, if you cheat and cheat, you won’t be allowed to have lunch today!”

After breakfast, at about 06:30 in the morning, on the training field of Huifeng Martial Arts, the latest batch of new apprentices, amidst the roars of official disciples with vicious faces, burly muscles, and casually wearing a robe Get moving.

This official disciple is called Chen Han, but I don't know what the name is.

He is a disciple who specializes in training new apprentices.

He likes to hold a short stick to teach those apprentices who are not serious about training. If the apprentices can't think of fighting with him, then they will have to suffer a lot.

Brother Chen is very measured in his actions.

The stick basically hits the apprentice's flesh, so it won't hurt the muscles and bones.

And after smoking, they would throw a bottle of medicated oil over and tell the apprentice how to massage and knead to apply the medicine to himself.

Even Wu Mourn, an apprentice who was not lazy at all, was beaten twice because of his substandard movements.After Chen Han gave Wu Mourn two sticks, seeing that his warm-up and stretching movements quickly became standard, he nodded in satisfaction, and then called out Wu Mourn to demonstrate to everyone.

In view of the fact that senior brother Chen is extremely content when he swears, Wu Mourning has already turned on the automatic language filtering mode.

Exercise physical fitness, stretch muscles and bones.

Steady foot plate, coordination of hands and feet.

This is the training that all apprentices must receive before formally learning the martial arts of Huifeng Martial Arts. No matter men or women, they have to taste Brother Chen's stick.

Wu Mourning felt that Senior Brother Chen had a disgusting and kind face.

Although the scolding was ugly, but he was very responsible, did not intentionally abuse, and did not specially treat anyone preferentially.Under his strict training, new apprentices with different identities are quickly adapting to this simple basic training. Even a fool can pass this kind of training, unless you are totally deficient.

A group of people were sweating profusely and chanting slogans, but it was easy to make people's blood surge, and they could only feel the strength constantly emerging from the bottom of their hearts.

Well, it would be even better if it wasn't for Senior Brother Chen, who was spouting out his mouth and tongue.

The morning's training ended with the apprentices' expressions of wanting to die, Chen Han deliberately hung his appetite, and looked at their eager eyes before grinning to signal that the get out of class was over.

"Wu Xinzhuo, your movements are very standard, and your foundation is also good. In the following training, you will lead the team and help me train this group of stubborn rocks. Damn it, your group of apprentices is the worst group I have ever led."

"Yes, Senior Brother Chen." Wu Mourning replied with a bow.

"Okay, you stay here for a while."

"Ok?"

Chen Han didn't explain why, he just waved his hand to let Wu Mourn stay in the playground, he turned around and left.Not long after, a heroic and agile figure appeared at the side door of the playground, waving happily at Wu Mourning.

(End of this chapter)