Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

After leaving Laiyue Restaurant, Chen Pingan asked Xiao Song and others to take the fat man to the prison according to the law, and he himself started wandering on the street again.

Although the martial arts realm of the fat man was stronger than Xiao Song and others, his shoulder blades and palms on both sides were completely disabled in the slap just now. His martial arts strength was reduced by 70% or 80%. Put on the iron chain shackles, and detained by Xiao Song and others, this situation should be safe.

To be honest, when seeing Xiao Song, Chen Pingan somehow thought of Houtou. He does things without hesitation, no matter if he is not in tune at ordinary times, but he can be useful at critical moments. His personality is similar to Houtou, which makes Chen Pingan pay more attention to this young man.

Under good training, in twenty or thirty years, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be the mainstay of Wufengshan Town Fusi.

After dealing with the fat man, it was almost noon, and there was nothing to eat, so Chen Pingan found a stall nearby and sat down.

It is called a stall, but it is not entirely true. It should be said that the storefront along the street has been built outward.

The store sells braised pork rice, and it seems to be doing good business, and it is basically full of people. Under the current situation, this store can achieve this effect, and it is indeed advisable.

"Boss, give me a big bowl of braised pork rice, and as for the side dishes, you can add whatever you want!"

Chen Pingan sat down quite proudly, and his words attracted everyone's attention. Chen Pingan was wearing a blue shirt, and with his handsome face and dress, people intuitively knew that he was a young master from a certain family.

Originally, everyone was a little surprised, but Chen Pingan's words dispelled their suspicions.

"Okay, guest." The shopkeeper was a sturdy man, who responded loudly.

Chen Pingan sat down, ignoring the eyes around him, thinking to himself.

According to the latest news, there are no less than five Xuanguang Realm staying in Wufeng Mountain City. And as the time of the Beicang Auction approaches, the number of Xuanguang Realm will be even greater.

Only when the last ten days or so, the number of these Xuanguang realms will decline to a certain extent.

To be honest, Chen Pingan didn't take these Xuanguang realms seriously at all. However, he still had to be cautious about his apparent combat power.

Now, although he has achieved great success in his magic skills, he still can't be arrogant!

If you don't become a master, you will not be free. You still have to walk on thin ice and be cautious in everything you do!

However...

At present, the number of Xuanguang in Wufeng Mountain City is still within the controllable range, and it is still necessary to show off your muscles and strength appropriately. Otherwise, when the number of Xuanguang increases later, it will not be easy to control the situation.

"One punch opens the door, so as to avoid a hundred punches!"

He has Liu Yuanhua's three hundred-year-old Xuanshen as a cover, perhaps...

Just as Chen Pingan was thinking, his large portion of braised pork rice was also served on the table. In addition to the braised pork rice, there are also a lot of side dishes.

"It looks good!" Chen Pingan took a look and his appetite was aroused. Now that he has achieved success in cultivation, his demand for food is not as strong as when he was in the Qi and Blood Realm.

What he needs now are some high-quality spiritual medicines. For example, those aristocratic families that have been passed down for thousands of years, when cultivating younger disciples, all the food they drink and eat are spiritual medicines that contain the vitality of heaven and earth.

The Beihai Mist Tea that Liu Yuanhua provided when he entertained him is one of the spiritual things. Drinking it regularly is very beneficial to cultivation!

Chen Pingan took a few bites of rice and felt like he was back in the old days. For him back then, it was not an easy thing to eat such a bite of meat!

But in less than two years, eating such a bite of meat again now is like experiencing life!

"Interesting." Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head.

Just as he was about to continue eating, his eyes suddenly condensed slightly. In his perception, several breaths were rapidly approaching his position.

Chen Pingan looked normal, holding chopsticks as if in deep thought. After another breath, he determined the cultivation realm of several breaths.

Internal Qi realm!

After clarifying this point, Chen Pingan's mind relaxed slightly, put down his chopsticks and continued to eat.

Bang!

A huge shock sounded, which was the contest and collision between internal qi. In just a few breaths, several figures appeared in everyone's sight.

"Fighting!"

"Not good! Run!"

"Run!"

The crowd around began to mess up.

Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~

The internal qi vibrated and collided, and then with a "bang", a figure was thrown hard on the facade of the store. The extremely powerful force directly smashed a big hole in the facade.

"Ah!"

Screams broke out in the crowd. The screams were mixed with cries of pain: "My store!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures flashed by in succession and went directly into the store.

Hmm?

When passing by Chen Pingan, the speed of the leading figure paused slightly. But it was only a moment, and soon he jumped into the store.

Ping-ling-bang-clang!

Boom!

After several noises, the first figure was fiercely blasted out again.

The figure landed on the ground and rolled over. Just then, he saw Chen Pingan sitting nearby. He was dressed like a young master from a noble family and seemed to be half-scared.

He suddenly stood up, flashed behind Chen Pingan, pinched his throat with three fingers, and directly controlled him.

At the same time, three chasing figures rushed out of the store.

"Don't move! Take half a step forward and I'll kill him!" The one holding Chen Pingan hostage was an old man in a tight shirt with a long scar on his face, which made him look extremely ferocious.

"You, the Zhenfu Division, claim to protect the people of one side, but you can't watch an innocent citizen die because of you!"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were cold, and he stared at the three people in front of him like a venomous snake.

The three people standing in front of him were dressed in fish scale clothes, and they were the top leaders of the Zhenfu Division.

"Zhong Shanyong, I admit defeat today. I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you have already reached this point in the second level of internal energy, the return of turbidity and origin! Below the third level of internal energy, you are considered a master! If you let me go, I will let the people go, and I promise not to come to Wufeng Mountain City to cause trouble again. Otherwise, it will be a fight to the death!"

The old man with a scar stared at Zhong Shanyong and the others in front of him, holding the hostages, and did not dare to relax at all.

He was a well-known evil master with the second level of internal energy. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to come to Wufeng Mountain City to get some benefits, but he was so unlucky that he ran into the deputy commander Zhong Shanyong.

After a fight, he found that he was not his opponent. After a while, the Zhenfu Division came to support him. Under the restraint of the other two internal energy realms, it was not easy for him to run.

He had gone through all the storms, but he didn't expect to capsize in the gutter today. Fortunately, he was not without support and had the strength to fight for the last time. Moreover, he now had a hostage in his hand, and he didn't look like an ordinary person from the way he was dressed.

I hope it's a young man from a noble family!

The old man with scars secretly hoped. In this way, it would at least make Zhong Shanyong and others have some scruples. Otherwise... he could only use the last life-threatening secret technique.

After the old man with scars finished speaking, he found that the people in front of him were not as cautious as he expected. The expressions on their faces were a little weird.

What's going on?

Could it be that the person he held hostage was not a son of a noble family, but just an ordinary person?

Damn it!

The old man with the scar felt annoyed, a fierce look flashed across his face, and he couldn't help but exert force on the hand that was pinching his throat.