Marvel's Swordsman

Zhang Shouqing hurriedly scooped up Zhang Jun, and using his magical skills, he smashed countless bamboos along the way, and ran up the mountain shaking.

The other Taoist priests were similar, each showing their special abilities and running up the mountain.

When Master Ziyang saw it, he sighed and shook his head, and with a wave of floating dust, he disappeared in place.

Before the apprentices ran up the mountain, he went back to the main hall of the gymnasium, sat on the futon, closed his eyes and settled down.

Zhang Shouqing took Zhang Jun captive to Houshan and threw him on the ground.

Hundreds of fat Taoist priests surrounded Zhang Jun with smiling eyes.

"Junior brother, where is the game?"

"Where's my novel?"

"Where's my movie?"

Surrounded by such fat people, especially their eyes that wished they could lie down, Zhang Jun shouted in fright.

"It's all in my backpack, which was lost at the pavilion on the mountainside."

When the senior brothers heard this, they immediately stopped caring about Zhang Jun, and ran to the gazebo halfway up the mountain.

No one was seen, and the voice sounded in the mountains and forests.

"That's mine, no one can steal it"

"I'm the senior brother, give me this game console or I'll beat you up."

"I am the third senior brother, you little bastards dare to steal from me. It's lawless. Watch your moves."

The disciples under Master Ziyang's sect had just started booing for less than a minute.

"Danyangzi, my junior brother brought this back to honor us. Why are you from Chunyang Palace joining in the fun?"

When Danyangzi Ma Yu heard it, he shouted immediately.

"There are so many games, and you can't play them all at once. Share some with us, what's the big deal?"

"Bullshit, you obviously want to rob him. Junior brothers beat him up."

Ma Yu, the son of Danyang, shouted: "Don't think that because of the large number of people in your Zhenwu Temple, you are the easy bully of our Chunyang Palace. Junior brothers, come on"

Hearing the sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Jun wiped the sweat off his face.

Hey

My senior brothers are all hard-to-serve guys.

I have a small seniority and low ability, and I am always the one who is bullied and instructed.

Otherwise, I would not have found a reason back then and fled to the United States.

Or just avoid these guys.

If it wasn't for saving Stark this time, he would have to return to China.

Returning to Huaxia, if you don't go back to the mountains, it's completely unreasonable.

Zhang Jun really didn't want to come back now.

Humph

You wait, when my strength increases greatly, I will definitely come back to settle accounts with you guys.

Eat mine, take mine, all of them must be counted.

I remember it all in my little notebook

Zhang Jun tidied up his clothes, spent a lot of effort, and ran up to the Zhenwu Temple on the top of the mountain.

Stepping into the Zhenwu Hall, the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, three or four meters high, is imprinted in front of you.

Dressed in black hair and bare feet, dressed in black robes, golden armor and jade belts, glaring with swords, stepping on turtles and snakes, with a round light on the top, the image is very powerful.

Master Ziyang was sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the statue, closing his eyes and meditating.

Zhang Jun stood in front of him, saluted respectfully and shouted. "master"

Master Ziyang opened one eye, looked at Zhang Jun, and closed it again.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun had no choice but to salute and shout respectfully again.

"Master and disciple realize their mistake"

Only then did Master Ziyang open his eyes and said calmly. "Do you know what's wrong?"

Zhang Yang thought for a moment and said. "My disciple shouldn't have gone so long without seeing your master."

"Wrong" Ziyang Zhenren stood up and hit Zhang Jun's head hard with Fuchen.

It seemed to wake Zhang Jun up.

This

After being hit hard on the forehead, Zhang Jun immediately covered his head, showing a painful expression.

"My apprentice is ignorant, so I ask my master for advice."

Master Ziyang stood up and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Jun quickly followed out.

Coming to the edge of the large square in front of the hall, Ziyang shook his head as he watched the lively scene down the mountain.

"It has been two years, and your martial arts have not improved at all compared to before you left the mountain and entered the world. It is really disappointing to my teacher."

Zhang Jun's martial arts has improved compared to 2 years ago, but this change is not worth mentioning in front of Master Ziyang.

Just like Mount Tai is 1524 meters higher than Mount Lu at 1474 meters, but compared to the Himalayas, which are more than 8 meters high, they are all hills.

Master Ziyang looked at the bustling crowd at the foot of the mountain, and said with a sigh.

"Disciple, my master has high expectations for you. You must not imitate your senior brothers who have become useless. You must train diligently and cultivate the golden elixir path as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

In fact, what I want most is to be like my brother.

You are a useless person waiting to die, sleeping until you wake up naturally every day, and playing games until your hands cramp.

But it's not that you disagree.

He just wanted to drive me out of the mountain, let me practice in the world, and even assigned tasks.

If it is not finished, let me guard the gate of hell for 3 years.

Is hell a place for people?

Zhang Jun took a sneak peek at Master Ziyang, and thought of the master's methods.

He said with an apologetic smile. "Disciple understands"

"It's good that you understand. While you're back in the mountains, you can improve your cultivation so that you can live in peace while walking in the world."

啥

Hearing that the master wanted to improve his cultivation, Zhang Jun immediately widened his eyes.

Thinking of the master's way of improving his cultivation, Zhang Jun felt chills.

"Master, it's difficult for my disciple to return to the mountain. It's been a long time since I got together with my senior brother and the others. Let's talk about the practice in two days."

Master Ziyang scolded.

"As long as you survive the catastrophe, you can live an additional 600 years. There is plenty of time to gather together. Now you should improve your cultivation first."

"master"

Master Ziyang shouted loudly.

Where is the white tiger?

There was a gust of wind in front of the hall.

Where the wind passed by, the big white tiger with a hanging forehead appeared again.

The big white tiger with hanging forehead is powerful and extremely ferocious.It was the mount used by the real Ziyang to play in the three mountains and tour the five mountains in the past.

Seeing the white tiger appear, Ziyang Zhenren shouted. "Let my disciple run 50 kilometers. If he dares to cheat or slip, I will bite his calf."

"50 kilometers is still a mountainous road. Master, you might as well just kill me."

"Then go to hell," Zi Yang said nonchalantly.

"Master you"

"60 kilometers now. Old man bit him"

The big white tiger with a hanging forehead roared at Zhang Jun.

With a whistling sound, the bamboo sea on the entire mountain seemed to be shaking.

Zhang Jun turned and ran away in fright.

At the moment Zhang Jun fled, the big white tiger with a hanging forehead ran towards Zhang Jun like lightning.

Zhang Jun was so frightened that he opened his throat and shouted while running.

"Brother, help me"

"Senior brother, save me"

"Brother"

Zhang Shouqing connected the game console to the monitor at this time, holding the game controller in his chubby hands, playing Call of Duty hard.

Zhang Jun’s call

听 不 到

i can't hear anything