Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Chapter 12

At this moment, on Wudang Sect, all the disciples of the second generation with smartphones have also seen too many comments on the Internet, insulting their ancestors.

Wudang Sect’s show is just a show, and if you meet a real master of fighting Fist Technique, I’m afraid you would have been beaten to death long ago.

And this line of insults and framing without understanding the truth is still increasing crazily, and it can’t be suppressed at all.

For those who are proud of their ancestors who left the ancient Wu lineage, they naturally support the fact that this time is true.

And a large part of it is not too big to see the excitement, on the contrary, it is becoming more and more unstoppable, and wantonly feel that everything from abroad is fragrant.

At this time, as the second generation of Wudang disciples who have seen the power of an old ancestor with their own eyes, it is natural that they cannot bear such abuse of their beloved ancestor.

I hurried to the origin of the incident and registered an account to verify the authenticity of this incident and its ins and outs.

And also expressed that the old patriarch is very old, not gratifying to talk about him too much, I hope everyone will put down this matter.

As a result, this caused more people’s dissatisfaction and speculation. They were all talking about the group of Wudang Sect disciples who had begun to rub the heat flow this time.

This is really the second generation of Wudang disciples who have really seen the power of fishing boats for the first time.

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Zhang Huanjin’s muddy eyes walked respectfully to Zhang Changsheng, who was sitting on an ordinary futon with closed eyes and rested, kneeling on the ground.

Zhang Huanjin trembled with tears in his vicissitudes of face and said, “Master, my disciple is going down the mountain now. The dunya has involved me too much, but as long as Wudang Sect has any difficulties, I will definitely come back.”

“Your elderly should also take care of yourself. Originally at your age, I should be by your side to take care of you.”

Among Zhang Changsheng’s generation of disciples, Zhang Huanjin is the best in the world, but for feelings, it should be the feelings between the master and the disciples, or between the father and the child.

Zhang Huanjin vaguely remembers that the old ancestor was in the busy city and adopted his smile when he was only seven years old.

In addition, not only did he teach his own ancient martial arts, but also the only one among the generation of disciples to go to university.

Zhang Changsheng opened his eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Huanjin, who is smart but a little hostile among his first generation of disciples.

“Huanjin, old man, I can take care of myself. The path of cultivating is not only in the mountains, but also not a kind of cultivation.”

“Remember what the teacher said to you, wherever you are the teacher, you are satisfied, there is only one thing, you must deny yourself.”

Zhang Changsheng has seen too much parting, but every time he feels it is unforgettable.

This time I have to say goodbye to Zhang Huanjin, the second disciple of my generation, and I am afraid it will take another ten years.

Zhang Huanjin’s muddy eyes trembled with tears, and said, “Teacher knows, Master, take care.”

If the worldly people are here, they will be shocked to discover that Zhang Huanjin, the creator of the world’s top 500 companies, is actually the first-generation disciple of Wudang Sect.

In the outside world, Zhang Huanjin explained his own identity as an orphan. Who would have thought that this relationship could still exist?

Zhang Changsheng stood up from the cross-legged futon, and put some papers about Tai Chi that he had just written in his arms into Zhang Huanjin’s hands.

“Let’s go, why? Do you want me, an old man, to send you down the mountain?” Zhang Changsheng said with a smile on his mouth.

Zhang Huanjin tightly put some insights about Tai Chi from his master Zhang Changsheng into his arms, nodded heavily, and left Wudang Mountain where he was born and raised him.

“Really, I’m a hundred years old, and my eyes are still a little sore. It really looks more like a baby.” Zhang Changsheng couldn’t help but sneer at himself.

Immediately under the cover of the night, Zhang Changsheng ran the Nine Suns magic arts, using the Wudang Tiyun Zong, and came to the highest peak of Wudang Mountain silently like a bird.

That is, on the top of the mountain that had absorbed the first trace of pure Yang Qi in the morning.

At this moment, Zhang Changsheng has completely put down his own self-denial, and instantly the white sleeves of his body are windless.

Those eyes, which are clear and see-through, are surrounded by black and white light.

The two qi of Yin & Yang form a two-meter-large Tai Chi pattern under Zhang Changsheng, which belongs to the Yin & Yang Taoist rhyme slowly rotating, and the transparent moon, the breath of Yin is also being affected by Zhang Changsheng. Slowly absorbed.

Zhang Huanjin quickly reached the foot of Wudang Mountain by relying on his physique that surpassed ordinary people.

At the foot of the mountain, a leading Rolls-Royce drove slowly to Zhang Huanjin with a J card.

The two black Audi a8s who followed also opened the door, and came down eight bodyguards in uniform suits with extremely strong bodies and Killing intent eyes.

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