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The next day.

Early in the morning.

At the door of the city bureau, Zhang Yucheng, who was rushing over, unexpectedly saw someone at the door.

Wu Tong.

He was also the benefactor who saved his granddaughter.

Yesterday at the hospital, after they finished greeting Zhang Yueyao, Wu Tong left quietly without giving them a chance to express his gratitude.

So when he first saw Wu Tong today, Zhang Yucheng stopped Wu Tong first without caring about his identity.

"Hey, kid, walk slowly, walk slowly."

Wu Tong stopped.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Hello."

When Zhang Yucheng saw Wu Tong being so polite, he liked her even more. He looked at her with a smile and said, "You left too early yesterday, and we didn't have time to thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wu Tong smiled faintly: "It happened to me too."

"No, you should be grateful."

Zhang Yucheng said with a sincere face: "My granddaughter said that the situation was very dangerous at that time. If you hadn't arrived in time, she might have been dead. Ahem, can I ask what you call her?"

"Wu Tong."

"well."

Zhang Yucheng was greatly relieved, looked at Wu Tong and said with a smile: "I'd like to ask you to call you Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu, on behalf of my little son's family, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you. There is no way I can repay you for saving my life." .I do not know you……"

"No need."

Wu Tong said calmly: "Mr. Zhang, you don't need to take this matter to heart. To be honest, it's a coincidence that I was able to save your granddaughter."

"Oh, it's really rare. Xiao Wu, you are not very young, but you have made great achievements but don't take pride in yourself. You are really ambitious."

Wu Tong: "..."

Dumbfounding.

This old man is also quite interesting.

Zhang Yucheng looked very interested. He looked at Wu Tong and said earnestly: "Xiao Wu, if... you are not busy, can we have a little chat?"

Wu Tong blinked.

When I communicated with Chen Feng before, I could tell that Chen Feng still respected this descendant of the Celestial Master bloodline in his words.

It is said that this old man has been upright throughout his life, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and has never done anything against his conscience.

He is a respectable elder.

So Wu Tong nodded calmly: "Okay, Mr. Zhang, I happen to have some time. What do you want to talk about?"

"Great."

Zhang Yucheng's old face lit up with excitement, like a child. He quickly turned around and pointed to the other side of the street not far away and said, "There is a small park over there. Let's go over and chat."

"Ok."

Wu Tong was also dumbfounded.

I thought to myself that there must be a generation gap between this old man and me for decades, so what are we talking about?

What can an old man and a young man talk about?

So, the two of them walked to the park opposite.

Arrived at the park.

There are only a few old people exercising inside.

Very quiet.

The two of them found a quiet corner and sat down.

Zhang Yucheng looked at Wu Tong impatiently and asked: "Xiao Wu, I want to ask you, how did you scare away that... resentment body?"

When Wu Tong heard this, he suddenly understood.

It turned out that he wanted to inquire about it.

So he said calmly: "It's not like she was scared away. In fact, I couldn't do anything about her. I don't know Taoism and I couldn't kill her. But she couldn't do anything about me and couldn't scare me, so she disappeared."

Zhang Yucheng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Why can't she do anything to you? How did you manage to be completely unaffected by the resentment of the resentful spirit? You know, ordinary people cannot stop that kind of resentment. That is equivalent to... A very powerful energy field, you know?”

"I know."

Wu Tong shrugged: "But I have internal energy and a very powerful energy field. Obviously, her energy field is not much stronger than mine. "

"Inner power?"

Zhang Yucheng was stunned: "What internal power?"

"That's the power."

Wu Tong suddenly raised his right hand and flicked his fingers at the tree trunk beside him.

call out!

The sound of breaking wind reached my ears.

Then there was a bang on the tree trunk.

A deep pit was opened in the bark on the surface by a terrifying force.

Zhang Yucheng was shocked.

stunned.

It took him a while to react, and he quickly got up and ran to the tree trunk. He squatted half-crouched and looked carefully at the deep pit. He even rubbed it with his hands for a long time to confirm that it was not a blindfold.

a long time.

He walked over tremblingly.

Looking at Wu Tong, he said in a daze: "Is this... internal power? Just like the kind of power shown in movies and TV shows?"

"Correct."

Wu Tong nodded.

Zhang Yucheng sat down again and said with difficulty: "How...how did you develop such a thing? Does modern society really have internal strength?"

"Yes, I have."

Wu Tong looked at him doubtfully: "My master showed it on the TV show, and you still don't believe it?"

"Your master? Who is your master?"

Zhang Yucheng was stunned.

"Oh, the old gentleman doesn't watch TV, right? My master is Chen Feng. He had already demonstrated his authentic internal strength on Wudang Mountain."

Zhang Yucheng: "..."

Shocked in my heart.

Chen Feng is actually this girl's master?

That actor?

Are all his apprentices so powerful?

No wonder he actually walked out of Yubu on Longhu Mountain, and even caused strange phenomena of wind and thunder.

Are these master and apprentice modern people?

Zhang Yucheng felt incredible for the first time.

After thinking for a long time, he tentatively said, "Xiao Wu, how powerful is your internal strength... exactly?"

"I don't know how powerful it is."

Wu Tong shook his head and said: "I have never tried extreme strength myself. But when the internal force is released outward, a big tree like that can be easily shot through. Just like this."

After saying that, he raised his middle finger with his right hand.

One move hits the sword.

The sword energy is fierce, open and close.

The sword energy burst through the air with a hissing sound.

There was a muffled sound in the trunk of the old tree in the distance, and a hole was opened in the trunk.

Zhang Yucheng was stunned again.

Confused.

I'm so excited.

After living in the mountains for several years, has everything outside evolved to this extent?

After staring blankly for a long time, Zhang Yucheng turned to look at Wu Tong and murmured: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

"The mid-charge sword technique among the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

Zhang Yucheng's face was almost distorted.

Six Meridians Divine Sword?

Wu Tong knew that it was difficult for most people to believe this, so he just said lightly: "These skills were taught by my master. He also learned them and passed them on to me."

"Chen Feng?"

An inexplicable throbbing suddenly arose deep in Zhang Yucheng's heart.

He looked at the long sword on Wu Tong's back, suddenly stretched out his hand and said: "Xiao Wu, when I was young, I once read a sword manual called "Tian Lei Sword Technique" by the Tianshi Sect. Created by an amazingly talented heavenly master. I have also learned several postures."

"Do you think this will work?"

"I'll lend you your sword for a few dances. Check out this swordsmanship...is it...do you understand?"

Seeing Zhang Yucheng's hesitant expression, Wu Tong knew that he wanted to see if the "Tian Lei Sword Technique" he was talking about was really a peerless sword technique.

He also wanted to know how much of the inheritance of the Tianshi Sect was true and how false.

This is understandable.

Any sect that has been passed down to this day, especially in the Xia Kingdom, may have very few genuine things left.

Especially martial arts moves.

Even talismans, Taoism and the like.

Wu Tong understood his mood, so he was not polite. He nodded first, took off the White Dragon Sword from his back and handed it to him.

Zhang Yucheng was excited.

He took the White Dragon Sword and slowly pulled out the long sword inside.

Seeing the cold air in the long sword in his hand, the blade as clean and traceless as a stream of autumn water, I couldn't help but admire it secretly.

This thing should be a real thing.

So, Zhang Yucheng took a few steps back, took a deep breath, looked solemn, and then slowly practiced a few sword skills.

Wu Tong didn't say anything, just looked at him silently.

After looking at it for a moment, his eyes suddenly burst into light.