Chapter 30 What to Do if the Opponent Is Too Fragile

After sending the message, Bai Mengyan quickly finished his meal and started to look through the other party's circle of friends, but found that there was still no message.

'Humph, young, like an old man. '

With a cold snort, Bai Mengyan continued to browse the website with a sweet heart to increase his knowledge reserve.

Wang Ren, who was staying at home, looked at WeChat while recovering his spiritual power. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and replied casually: "I think you must be very busy, so just look at the first three words!"

He, a ten-year street-beater, could do these earthy love words easily.

Putting down his phone, Wang Ren continued to play the ordinary version of the ancient Ba Duan Jin to speed up the recovery of his spiritual power.

"I am now considered the first level of martial arts?!"

On the second day of officially entering the working state, Xiao Lishi stood in the special training room in the bureau, looked at the broken stone statue in front of her, and then looked at her intact hand, and said with surprise.

She didn't expect that the achievement that the masters of the headquarters said would take half a year to achieve could be achieved by just one pill.

If there were a little more of that elixir.

Thinking of the possibility of overtaking on a curve, Xiao Lishi couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.

However, this matter cannot be rushed, and the favorability of the senior master needs to be improved first.

In addition, she also has to go to Wang's martial arts hall to learn more about martial arts.

Grasp both hands, and both hands must be strong!

"Father, this is the basic information of the senior Wang."

On the other side, Wang Daqi, who got some basic information from Liu Wen, reported to his father.

It is related to the senior who is stronger than his father, so they can't help but pay attention to it.

"30 years old?!"

After looking at the basic situation in the information, Wang Bucheng raised his head in surprise.

"There should be no problem with the information. The primary school, middle school, and university files of the senior are all available."

Speaking of the age of the senior, Wang Daqi was also a little surprised when he saw it for the first time.

In their Chinese martial arts world, breaking through the fourth level of cultivation before the age of 30 is already considered a genius.

Reaching the seventh level of cultivation is considered an elder in all the major sects today, and one can even be the head of the sect.

If one reaches the eighth or even ninth level of cultivation at the age of 30, any martial artist with a little common sense would think it is a fantasy.

But thinking that the magical elixir came from the hands of that senior, Wang Daqi felt that it was reasonable.

As long as the elixir is not limited in supply, the medicinal properties of the elixir will not be superimposed and immune, and he can reach the ninth level of cultivation at the age of 30 by eating it since childhood.

"It seems that the other party is indeed an ancient family hidden in the secular world. It is possible that the untimely death of the other party's parents is related to the entanglement of martial arts."

Putting down the light paper, Wang Bucheng made up a picture of a hidden family hidden in the city in his mind.

Then, one night, the existence of the elixir was leaked, and the couple with strong martial arts cultivation died together with the enemy, leaving behind a young master.

But due to the family's ancestral precepts, the heir of the Wang family always kept a low profile, and even his grades in school were only average, until he was discovered by his father and son by chance.

Or, the young master met his beloved girl and broke the long-standing family rules.

Otherwise, such a magical elixir would not have been unknown for many years.

This is very consistent with the current situation, and Wang Bucheng feels that his guess is almost right.

"Father's guess makes sense."

Listening to his father's analysis, Wang Daqi also quite agrees.

After all, his father, who is over 70 years old, has eaten more salt than he has eaten rice, and is accustomed to the so-called grievances in the martial arts world.

"Since we know the other party's identity, you should make friends with this senior seriously and don't disturb him for no reason. Such a background is more sensitive to the outside world, so you have to be cautious."

After confirming the other party's identity, Wang Bucheng also asked his son to be careful when getting along with the other party.

Apart from anything else, if they could buy a few more elixirs, then their Wang family martial arts school would definitely be able to overtake the other major sects.

When people reach a certain age, they will not stop fighting for everything.

"Yes."

With the 2 million sent by the Xiao girl, Wang Ren does not have to worry about the cost of short-term practice for the time being, and can maintain the intensity of practice with peace of mind.

What is different from before is that in the intervals between practice, Wang Ren occasionally sends a few earthy love words to the white girl, which can be regarded as cultivating his mood.

'Senior, I wonder if you are free tomorrow. Can I ask you for advice? '

In late January, Wang Ren received a WeChat message from Wang Daqi in the evening and replied casually: "Tomorrow morning at 5:30, the top of Tashan Park."

In addition, Wang Ren sent a message to another staff member and asked him to go there tomorrow morning.

Since he has begun to contact the martial arts of this world, Wang Ren does not mind getting familiar with the relevant personnel, which will be beneficial to the future.

At five o'clock the next morning, Wang Ren had just finished practicing two rounds of Huangji Sandie when he heard two footsteps coming from his ears.

Not long after, Wang Daqi and an old man who looked familiar came together.

Thinking carefully in his mind, Wang Ren, whose memory had improved a lot after cultivating immortals, remembered that he had met the other party in the square in front of Huanglong Cave. He didn't expect that the other party was actually a martial arts master.

In the past few days, Xiao Lishi has sent him a lot of martial arts-related knowledge, including the information of Wang Bucheng, the only master in Hangzhou who has cultivated to the sixth level.

Basically, every province has masters above the sixth level of martial arts cultivation, and some major sects even have more than one or two.

The number of martial arts masters in each province also determines its status in the "modern martial arts world" and whether it is qualified to hold a martial arts conference.

In recent decades, Hangzhou has never held a martial arts conference.

"Senior, please forgive me for disturbing you in advance."

Wang Daqi respectfully clasped his fists and saluted when he came to the young senior.

There is a sequence of hearing. For martial artists, the elders in the sect come first, while for outsiders, the strong come first.

"No problem."

"This is my father."

Seeing that the other party did not blame him, Wang Daqi introduced his father next to him.

"I am Wang Bucheng, and I meet you first."

Wang Bucheng also saluted with his fists and introduced himself very formally.

"Senior Wang, you are welcome. You are a generation older than me, so just call me by my name."

Wang Ren was also very polite to this martial arts master.

"We martial artists have always been informal. In this case, we are equals, and I will call you Brother Wang, and you call me Brother, okay?"

After confirming the other party's age, Wang Bucheng did not hesitate and started to address each other.

"You are polite, Brother."

After a simple greeting, Wang Ren and Wang Daqi stood on both sides, ten meters apart, and began to prepare for the exchange.

Xiao Lishi, who came 20 minutes earlier, saw that Director Wang was also there, so she stood aside quietly, not daring to say anything more.

"Senior, I'm starting."

After saying that, Wang Daqi's internal energy was running, and he struck out with a heavy hammer like thunder.

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Facing Director Wang's attack, Wang Ren, who stood still, used 50% of his spiritual power and used a move of double towers to support the ground.

His legs seemed to be connected to the earth under his feet. Wang Ren could feel a huge energy rising from the soles of his feet. He was like the thickness of the earth, and his hands were sealed, like the arms of the mother of the earth.

"Bang."

Wang Daqi, who used 80% of his strength, only felt that his heavy hammer hit a huge mountain, and the recoil force was transmitted from his fist into his body.

In an instant, Wang Daqi flew backwards passively, a few points faster than the previous attack.