Each of my disciples has a different kind of martial arts. Does that mean I have become the ancestor

Gou Wa held his breath in his heart.

He wanted to show his strength as soon as possible, so that Huo Changqing would understand that Tai Chi was hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands times stronger than that useless body training!

What he learned was the strongest method of his master!

It took about a cup of tea.

Although he had not yet reached the mountain village, fifty or sixty figures in different clothes had already appeared on the mountain road.

Gou Wa's eyes lit up.

Those who appeared on the nameless mountain were 100% bandits, there was no doubt about that!

He finally had a chance to make a move!

Huo Changqing also narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists secretly beside Gou Wa.

After practicing for several days, he didn't know what level of strength he had reached, so he just took this opportunity to test it!

"Bandit, your death is coming!"

"Bandit, your death is coming!"

The two voices came from different directions, but surprisingly consistent!

Gou Wa was stunned.

Fifty or sixty figures were also stunned.

What's going on? Who is the bandit? Who is the bandit?

"Could it be that... you are here to suppress bandits as well?"

After a short silence, Huo Changqing spoke in doubt.

"Suppressing bandits is the duty of warriors like us!" said a middle-aged man.

The young man next to the middle-aged man was excited.

"I heard that there is a group of young monks living in seclusion in the depths of this nameless mountain. Those young monks are only seven or eight years old, but they have killed hundreds of bandits!"

"That's the real hero, the real strong man!"

"Suppressing bandits is secondary. The most important thing for us is to see the faces of those young monks!"

"If I can see the legendary monks, I will have no regrets in my life!"

The young man said, his eyes were hot and his face was flushed!

The middle-aged man was full of black lines, raised his palm, and gave the young man a big punch on the back of his head!

"You bastard, you've read too many novels. There are no cultivators in this world!"

"You are also a first-rate warrior, why do you still believe those outrageous legends?"

The young man was a little indignant.

"If those rumors are all false, how can we explain the bandit dens that were wiped out!?"

"What I heard may be false, but I saw it with my own eyes, how can it be false!?"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and made another big shovel.

"God damn it, I saw it with my own eyes. If there were really cultivators taking action, how could you, a waste, see it!?"

"Those bandit dens were mostly wiped out by first-rate or super-first-rate warriors, but no one saw those warriors."

"Someone invented a few small cultivators and made them into myths!"

Mortals are stupid, and it is understandable to ask for immortals and Buddhas.

But this young man is a warrior!

How can he be so superstitious after accepting the power of warriors?

How can he, a second-rate warrior, give birth to such a bastard! ?

The young man snorted coldly, ignored the middle-aged man, and trotted to Gou Wa.

"You are here to look for those little monks, right?"

Gou Wa's mouth curled up.

"You said... you saw those little monks fighting bandits with your own eyes. If those little monks stood in front of you, could you recognize them?"

The young man straightened his back.

"Of course! Once those little monks appear, I will definitely recognize them at first sight!"

Gou Wa raised his eyebrows.

"You said... Is it possible that I am the little monk you are talking about?"

The young man glanced at Gou Wa and sneered.

"Tsk! Just you? Little monk?"

"What kind of person is that little monk? He can destroy hundreds of bandits with a wave of his hand. How can you compare with them?"

Gou Wa's temper instantly rose.

"Hey! You kid..."

The middle-aged man ignored Gou Wa and the young man who were arguing, and turned to look at Huo Changqing.

"Since you are also here to suppress bandits, let's go together so that we can take care of each other."

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, Huo Changqing was dressed gorgeously and had a noble air. He was obviously not an ordinary person!

This time, he was probably looking for the illusory monks as his son guessed.

If he was encountered by bandits, he would definitely die!

Now, take care of him if you can.

Huo Changqing saw that Gou Wa was still arguing with the young man and had no intention of stopping.

He himself didn't know the way to the mountain village, so he agreed.

The middle-aged man said earnestly: "You were born in a rich family. You don't need to suppress bandits at all. The real thing is to practice martial arts with peace of mind!"

"With your financial resources, it shouldn't be difficult to get a second-rate warrior directly!"

"Don't learn from the son of the King of Pingnan, who has nothing to do all day and only thinks about seeking immortals!"

"Those little monks are just legends made up by others. Don't take them seriously!"

Huo Changqing smiled.

"What the son of the Prince of Pingnan wants may not be false, and those little monks may not be fabricated."

"You haven't seen it with your own eyes, so how can you conclude that those are all fictitious?"

The middle-aged man was silent.

It seems that it is another prince of the Prince of Pingnan!

No matter how much you say, it is useless. Only when you suffer a loss, you will know how to turn back!

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, and Huo Changqing didn't say anything either.

His mission is to suppress bandits and to gain experience, not to argue with others!

If you lose the argument, you will lose face, and what's the point of winning the argument?

The middle-aged man and Huo Changqing stopped arguing.

But the argument between the young man and Gou Wa has never stopped.

Gou Wa: "You, you, you... I am so angry! Why does no one believe the truth? Do you believe it? I can beat up fifty or sixty of you with one hand!?"

The young man curled his lips.

"You, stop bragging!"

Gou Wa was furious, but he didn't dare to do it.

The Tai Chi he learned couldn't master the strength, it was all killing skills!

Once he started, people would definitely die!

How could he kill these people who had never done evil!

The group of fifty or sixty people did not stop the quarrel between Gou Wa and the young man, just listened quietly.

With the quarrel between the young man and Gou Wa, the journey was much more cheerful.

About half an hour later.

Huo Changqing, Gou Wa and a group of rangers finally arrived at the gathering place of the bandits.

At the end of the road, a newly built mountain stronghold appeared in front of everyone!

The blood-like plaque, the neat and uniform buildings and the flat ground like a town are particularly majestic!

On the high platform.

The sentry on duty is even more disciplined, not like a bandit at all!

Huo Changqing is the son of King Pingnan. His father, King Pingnan, guards the south of Daliang and has a large number of troops. He also has a deep understanding of the army!

The sentry on the high platform does not look like a bandit.

The strict discipline and the murderous atmosphere make him more like a soldier, a soldier who has fought on the battlefield for many years!

Huo Changqing frowned.

"These people are obviously not ordinary bandits."

"They must have other intentions!"

"If they are not stopped, I am afraid that a large number of people will suffer from the hands of these bandits!"

"Master asked me to suppress the bandits, firstly to hone me, and secondly, I am afraid it is also to save the people of Daliang!"

"All this... I am afraid it is within the calculation of Master!"