Yu Jun stood up, walked back and forth slowly for a few steps, and said lightly: "The Indian monk did not say that he could not pass it on. Of course, I can make the decision. In order to survive, I am willing to exchange it with you. But, Wang Cheng, are you sure your master will not blame me?"

In fact, only Yu Jun himself knew that the Indian monk smuggled in a broken Chinese to tell some words that he could not pass on. But he chose to forget it at this time and gave him a reason that he didn't understand at the time, so he didn't know. Who doesn't want to live? Who doesn't want to become strong?

Yu Jun naturally wouldn't care about an Indian monk who had never seen him again. The only thing he feared was Wang Cheng's master, Taoist Changhe. People who had never experienced that era did not know the intimidation of this name. Yu Jun remembered in his heart that he had just joined his master at that time. He saw with his own eyes that many warriors and masters from almost all of Hong Kong Island and South China were living under the shadow of Taoist Changhe, and they were worried that Taoist Changhe would come after him with their masters all day long.

After fifteen years, it was found that Changhe really did not chase him. The martial arts worlds in Hong Kong and Nanyang resumed a period of peaceful development. It was then that the internal strife began because there was no threat from the north.

Wang Cheng nodded, looked at the few people and said with a smile: "Of course I can make the decision, but I have to agree to me that my master's unique breathing method can only be practiced by yourself, and neither your descendants nor successors can be taught."

Yu Jun nodded and affirmed: "Of course."

Wang Cheng said in a serious tone: "That's the case, but I also say ugly things ahead. If I see someone else besides my successors in the future, I will be eradicated."

Wang Cheng would naturally not be polite. When Monk Mingde taught Wang Cheng's Longxiang boxing skills, he said this to him and Taoist Master Changhe. If Wang Cheng passed on the Longxiang boxing skills in the future and was seen by Monk Mingde, he would not be polite. At the least, he would interrupt the hands and feet of the descendants of Wang Cheng's abolish their cultivation, and at the worst, he would kill them.

This is also the reason why Wang Cheng did not pass on the Dragon Elephant Fist technique to Wang Yuanyuan.

The older the martial arts school, the more it pays attention to inheritance and confidentiality. If it weren't for some special reasons, if Monk Mingde was killed, he would not have passed on the complete Dragon Elephant Fist to Wang Cheng.

After hearing Wang Cheng's words, Yu Jun said solemnly: "Okay, I, Yu Jun, swear here, Xiao Han and Xiao He are also here to testify. If I, Yu Jun, pass on your Wang Cheng's unique breathing method to anyone in the future, I, Yu Jun and my Yu family will not die well, and you, Wang Cheng, can also deal with me, Yu Jun and anyone in the Yu family at will."

Han Shifei and He Taisheng looked solemn. They didn't expect such a thing to ask Wang Cheng to treat Yu Jun's injuries. Both of them nodded and said that they had become this witness.

Wang Cheng immediately smiled, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Okay, then so we can start the first treatment."

Yu Jun also showed a smile. A former strong man, who has been sick for so many years, has accumulated so much loneliness in his heart? (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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