Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Chapter 52

Feng Yuxiu has learned some relatively basic Cultivation Techniques.

Basically, it can be regarded as a master of ancient martial arts, but it is also limited by his current physical condition, that is, to open the Martial Dao and enter the secret body of his own.

These relatively basic ancient martial arts did not play any role for him at all.

Compared with the giants of the ancient Wu lineage that survived for thousands of years in the Wudang Mountains, other ancient Wudangs are really not so advanced.

In the beginning, Feng Yuxiu also planned to challenge Zhang Changsheng, the ancestor of Wudang Mountain.

But with a glimpse of the martial arts venue, he was already there and didn’t have any thoughts about Wudang Patriarch.

He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of fighting against his strong ancient Practitioner.

But he was not stupid enough yet, facing a terrifying, boundless opponent who made him kneel down in cold sweat only with his eyes, and the thought of Death was full of horror in his brain.

Even if it was the old man beside Zhang Changsheng, Wudang ancestor, even though Feng Yuxiu knew that the level was not within his reach.

But I can also know how far I am from the generation of Wudang Zhang Changsheng’s disciples.

This is a bit of a bottom, but Feng Yuxiu just looked at the back figure of Wudang Patriarch, and his sixth sense told himself clearly.

As long as he has any bad ideas, he will die!

Feng Yuxiu, who once believed very much in his intuition, naturally didn’t want to face this level that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Feng Yuxiu even suspected that this Wudang ancestor was not a human being. It was because he felt the boundless pressure, it seemed that he could no longer be called a mortal.

And Feng Yuxiu also felt that at least in this world now, modern weapons can actually hurt the old Wudang Patriarch who made his heart tremble.

Putting aside the cranky thoughts in his heart, Feng Yuxiu’s face was scarred, and his eyes fixed on Wang Ye, the second-generation Wudang disciple of Stent, who was less than one hundred and fifty meters away, on his back.

In the boxing champion challenge just now, Feng Yuxiu also indirectly understood the power of this Wudang second-generation Wang Ye.

This time, this second-generation Wudang disciple was Feng Yuxiu’s goal, not for anything else, but just to persecute this second-generation Wudang disciple Wang Ye to gain the profound meaning of Taijiquan skills.

This is the only time he can get in touch with the advanced Martial Skill.

If once this opportunity is lost, even Feng Yuxiu, who is obsessed with Wu, would not dare to go to Wudang Mountain at all.

Wang Ye has been secretly hidden in the body of Martial Dao since being opened by the ancestor Zhang Changsheng.

His five senses are actually very sensitive, at least ordinary people, not like the powerful people of the ancestor or his master.

Most people within one hundred meters of him, as long as there is something unusual, he can feel it.

But this time Wang Ye, who was walking towards the hospital with the comatose Stent on his back, also looked confused.

Obviously, he already felt a sight that was not good for him, but it seemed to be fake again, and disappeared in a flash.

This made Wang Ye’s heart not relax, but he became more alert.

In order not to disturb the person who followed him with bad intentions, Wang Ye did not reveal his own abnormality, let alone look back.

Still carrying the comatose Stent on his back, walking in the center of the most prosperous street in the capital.

Wang Ye gasped slightly, and looked up and squinted at the flashing red letters of a certain capital hospital.

There was also a little relaxation in my heart. Although there is a possibility of danger in the dark, at least this cheap junior can be treated.

After Wang Ye saw a group of well-trained nurses pushing the unconscious stent away.

Wang Ye, whose face gradually became icy, instantly accelerated his body and ran towards the stairs of the hospital.

Feng Yuxiu, who was following Wang Ye, naturally saw this situation and knew that Wang Ye might have discovered him.

But it is impossible for Feng Yuxiu to let go of such a good opportunity!

It was that Wudang Patriarch who made people feel Death was not by this Wang Ye.

With a crazy face and longing eyes, Feng Yuxiu also followed the footsteps of Wang Ye who ran up the stairs.

The heavy footsteps of the two reverberated in the corridors of the dozens of floors of the hospital building.

There was a smile at the corner of Wang Ye’s mouth. He knew that he had not guessed wrong, but he did not panic.

Feng Yuxiu gasped slightly, looking at the small iron gate on the top floor that had been broken by hand.

With a trace of vigilance, Feng Yuxiu took a slight step to the top of the top floor of the hospital.

The not-so-small wind brought the hot air, which made Feng Yuxiu had to squint, and only then did he see Wang Ye, the second-generation Wudang disciple who was already standing on the roof of the building facing him.

With a cruel smile on his face, Feng Yuxiu coldly said with both hands cupped fist, “Feng Yuxiu is here to ask Wudang second-generation disciple Wang Ye about your Taijiquan.”

“We are both superior and inferior, but also determined to live and die!”

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