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Listening to Wei Liang’s words,

Zhou Yi said seriously: "Uncle Wei, you also know what I bear. If I don't reach the strength of a grandmaster, let alone revenge, I will not be able to protect myself. The title of genius is worthless to me."

Wei Liang said solemnly: "Master, I know what you mean. I have told you before that in the journey of cultivating Taoism, a warrior is just the beginning, and a master is the entry point, but how to break through to a master..."

Wei Liang was silent for a moment: "I need an opportunity."

Zhou Yi frowned and said, "Uncle Wei, please elaborate?"

Wei Liang looked serious: "With your strength, you should have already felt the presence of Qi."

Zhou Yi nodded. In the small box her mother left for him, there was a piece of yellow paper, which recorded the practice and breakthroughs in martial arts. There were similar records in Lingwu.

Feeling Qi, one becomes a Xuanjin warrior.

Taking Qi into the body, one becomes a powerful warrior.

Exhale and become a great master.

Zhou Yi has now achieved the first two, being able to absorb the Qi into his body, but has no idea how to release it.

Wei Liang thought for a while and said: "This kind of Qi is called Zhen Qi in the current martial arts world. How to release the Zhen Qi incorporated into the body, that is, to make the Zhen Qi be used for oneself, there is no fixed method, and everyone's experience and opportunity They’re all different.”

"Some people succeeded in making breakthroughs by sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain all night, some people ate a precious medicinal herb and became a master, and some people became a master while jogging when the sun rose and set."

"Everything is strange and different."

"I was on the verge of death while being chased by five powerful men. There was a force in the dark that made me break through."

Wei Liang sighed when he said this: "This is what I mean by chance. Everyone is different. There is no specific path, otherwise the streets would be full of masters."

Zhou Yi nodded, his face a little gloomy, and there was no specific method, which meant that he had no specific time to break through to the Grand Master.

It can be tomorrow, or it can be ten years from now.

But for him now, time is the most precious existence, and time waits for no one.

Seeing this, Wei Liang advised: "Master, don't be discouraged. You are the most powerful genius I have ever seen. You will definitely become the youngest grandmaster in history. I believe you."

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, thanked him and left.

Looking at his back, Wei Liang sighed softly and said to himself: "Oh, the youngest grandmaster?"

"It should be the one at the Martial Pavilion headquarters at the moment. It is said that he succeeded in breaking through at the age of thirty, which shocked the entire monastic world."

"The young master is still seven years away from turning thirty. What will the world look like in seven years? Will that mysterious force be aware of the young master's existence in advance?"

"But no matter what, Zhou Men must stand in front of the young master." Wei Liang's face was very firm.

Ever since he asked Wei Liang for advice, Zhou Yi has learned to jog at every turn. After moving into No. [-] Yunjingshan, he even developed the habit.

There was nothing that could be done about it. If he was asked to meditate on the top of the mountain all night, Luo Ning would definitely think that he was sick.

Medicinal materials, if eaten, have no effect.

With his current strength, he would not be able to feel the danger of death unless he faced the Grandmaster.

So in the end only jogging was left.

That night.

Inside the Qiu family villa.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Qiu Peng asked.

The doctor in the white coat said: "Both hands have comminuted fractures, five ribs are broken, internal organs are bleeding, and there are dozens of large and small wounds on the body, some of which are quite serious."

Qiu Peng's fists were clenched tightly, making a "creak" sound, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.

He was very familiar with injuries of this degree, because Qiu Liang had beaten others like this more than once in the past. When he finally finished it, the other person's relatives cried to him about the injury, and there would be "comminuted fractures", "broken ribs", "serious injuries" ” and other words.

At that time, he didn't feel anything, so he just paid some money and settled the matter. But now this kind of injury appeared on Qiu Liang, which made him unable to accept it. He was so angry that he wanted to kill Zhou Yi now.

"Is your life in danger?" Qiu Liang asked solemnly.

He clearly remembered that when Qiu Liang beat others to similar injuries, many people did not survive.

The doctor in the white coat took a deep breath and replied: "Fortunately, Mr. Qiu is blessed with good fortune. He is now out of danger and has regained consciousness."

"But Mr. Qiu, if you want to go in for a visit, you'd better not stay too long."

Qiu Peng nodded and walked into the room. Looking at his son who was wrapped in gauze and turned into a mummy, he was shaking with anger.

"Dad, is the man named Zhou Yi dead?" Qiu Liang, who was lying on the bed when his father walked in, asked with difficulty.

Qiu Peng said coldly: "Why did you provoke him? How many times have I told you that you can't be too presumptuous in Tianyang at the moment. Ask about the background before touching others."

Qiu Liang gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care, I'm going to kill him. If you can't do it, I'll go find Uncle Ma."

Qiu Peng replied: "Your Uncle Ma won't care about you now. If you want to kill him, you have to wait half a month. By then your injury will be healed, and the price war at Yousheng will be over. Everything will come to an end."

"That Zhou Yi will definitely die by then!"

Qiu Liang said angrily: "I can't wait that long, I want to kill him now!"

Qiu Peng said in a serious tone: "I also want to kill him, but for the sake of the overall situation, you can't bear it for half a month? After time passes and the matter is resolved, I will let you kill Zhou Yi with your own hands!"

"And haven't you fallen in love with his beautiful secretary? He is indeed my son. He has exactly the same taste as me. Don't worry, when the time comes, we, father and son, will enjoy that beautiful lady together!"

After Qiu Peng finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and looked out the window: "He can only jump around for half a month."

"In half a month, the sky will be stormy and some people will disappear from this world forever."

Qiu Liang, who was lying on the hospital bed, had murderous intent in his eyes.

at the same time.

The top of Yunjing Mountain.

Zhou Yizheng answered the call with his mobile phone.

"Master, there are experts on Yunjing Mountain. I'm afraid I'll be discovered if I sneak in."

The voice of Si Xuan, the leader of Jun Zijian, sounded on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Yi was slightly startled: "Can't you even match your strength?"

You must know that Si Xuan's strength has reached the peak of Xuanjin warriors, and is just a stone's throw away from Shenjin warriors.

Si Xuan shook his head: "The opponent's strength is no worse than mine. He was almost discovered just now. I'd better report to you on my mobile phone."

Zhou Yi nodded: "Okay, let's talk."

At the same time, he was a little curious. During the few days he lived in Yunjing Mountain, he went out for runs every day, but he didn't even meet a warrior, let alone a master.

Is it because I am the owner?

"How's the investigation going?" Zhou Yi asked.

The reason why he didn't kill Qiu Liang today was certainly not because he was soft-hearted or because he was afraid of Yousheng's background.

It was purely because his plan was being carried out, so as not to alert the enemy, he only kept Qiu Liang for a few days. After releasing Qiu Liang, he immediately informed Jun Zijian to keep an eye on this person.

"Um...Master, there was an accident."

Si Xuan said a little embarrassed.

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