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Qingyang's whole body was restless and a tiger turned into a illusion. Suddenly, a violent roar was born, and he shouted at Philip: "Roar..."

It was as if the spring Jingzhe was awakened, and there was a thunderclap on the ground. Everyone around him was shocked. Several ladies even covered their mouths and screamed in a low voice, all of whom were shocked by the tiger roar.

What's more, facing Philip in Qingyang, he felt a wave of sound rolling in an instant, and he instinctively took two steps back. Many people around him laughed. Philip's face was also flushed, and he was scared to retreat after being roared by a young man. As a brave knight of the Cross Cult, this was definitely a very embarrassing thing.

It may become a stain on his life in the future.

Philip's face was gloomy. Looking at the aggressive Qingyang, he was about to rush forward. He was confident that his power was definitely much stronger than Qingyang.

However, Qingyang rushed over faster than him. After a tiger roar, his legs exerted force, and a fierce tiger went down the mountain and rushed over. There was a distance of more than four meters between the two. However, under Qingyang's pounce, the distance of more than four meters disappeared instantly, and he jumped up more than one meter and rushed straight to Philip!

Philip was frightened again, as if a tiger was about to pounce on him and eat him in one bite, and took two steps back again.

This time, no one around laughed, and they were shocked by Qingyang's tiger going down the mountain. They seemed to have seen a tiger pounced out.

In fact, it is not!

Qingyang rushed to Philip, his body was filled with blood and he had endless strength. This feeling was very pleasant. Carrying the momentum and strength of this pounce, he was just to attack with both fists, without any skills or moves.

Philip crossed his fists again, still in the shape of a cross, but this time he did not attack, but resisted. When Qingyang's two fists hit his cross fists, his expression changed, as if a truck was hit by him, and the huge force directly knocked him out, and the cross fists could not resist at all.

Bang!

A dull sound.

Philip's strong body, which was one of Qingyang's largest, was hit and flew out.

Roar ~~~

He felt relieved in his heart, Qingyang let out a low roar again, his momentum became even stronger, and he still used a move to go down the mountain with his feet gathering strength, and he was about to pounce on Philip who was flying out again. He still remembered Wang Cheng's words, so he used this move to exert his strength.

"stop!"

Cardinal Charlie shouted.

Qingyang's feet were already exerting force, but when he heard the sound, he still stopped rationally, stood up, looked at Philip condescendingly, and said lightly: "You lost."

Philip lay on the ground with his hands on his face, his face extremely ugly, and he really fell into trouble this time.

With one move, he was defeated with a simple move. He had no quibbling interface and was crushed in pure power.

"You won!"

Philip said gloomyly: "But don't think that if you win me, you will win the brave knights of our Cross Church."

Qingyang smiled disdainfully. What a bullshit, brave knight, I didn't know, so I turned around and walked towards the crowd, because he knew that the time was about to end. In two minutes, the time spent in the real battle was the shortest, less than ten seconds, and the other time was consumed at the beginning and end.

If only it could be so strong all the time!

Qingyang praised in his heart that every warrior hoped that he would have stronger power, and after he had power, he would not want to lose it. The power that the masters were deprived was more painful than killing them.

Taoist Master Changxu looked at Qingyang who was walking down and was happy. He smiled at Charlie: "The strength of the Phillip Knight is very strong, but Qingyang is better. We didn't want to continue. After all, you are guests from afar, so it would be bad if you hurt you. Qingyang is my senior brother's closed disciple. He is strong and rarely takes action."

Charlie nodded to Philip who was walking down, signaling him to go to the back and not to be embarrassed here. He changed his smile and said to Changxu: "Haha, that's right, Chinese Kung Fu is indeed powerful. I hope we have a chance to compete next time."

Minister Zhao interrupted: "Watching and killing can easily hurt harmony. Let's take a look at the Taoist Zang Ding Temple in the Daozang, which is the crystallization of our country's Taoist culture."

Charlie, Moss, Philip, and several others deliberately looked at Qingyang who was walking down. Seeing Qingyang silently walking into the crowd and stop talking, they all shook their heads and followed Minister Zhao to watch other things.

The competition ended here. Philip, the knight of the Cross Sect, was defeated by Qingyang with one move. All the Taoists from the Tibetan Tripod looked at Qingyang in surprise, feeling incredible. They all knew who Qingyang was and could never be so powerful.

Qingyang walked down, and the more he walked, the more he felt his strength was disappearing. A weakening gradually came up. He quickly accelerated his pace to come to Wang Cheng. Wang Cheng also quickly reached out to catch Qingyang's arm and supported him. Qingyang suddenly leaned on Wang Cheng's body weakly.

"The grass is really only two minutes. Fortunately, I left quickly, otherwise it would be embarrassing to lie on the ground."

Qingyang couldn't help but curse in a low voice, but in the face of the doubts and envy of the brothers around him, as well as various other looks, he could only respond with a smile.

Wang Cheng also pretended to be nothing and laughed in a low voice: "How about it, believe me, right?"

"You can't just make me so powerful all the time?"

Qingyang's dream has not yet woken up.

Wang Cheng looked at him disdainfully: "Can I be able to create a master so simply? Is it enough to let you? Just make myself invincible?"

"This comes at a price. Don't put in a lot of effort in the past two days. You can recover in two days. It will be beneficial to you in the future. If you have this experience, it will be easier to practice in the future, right?"

Qingyang nodded and admitted that what Wang Cheng said made sense. With this powerful experience, he would just work hard in this direction when he practiced. It was much better than others who only knew purposeless practice all day long.

"Don't talk, keep breathing normally, I'll help you back and rest."

Wang Cheng whispered to Qingyang again.

Qingyang did not even have the strength to speak. While the team was visiting the inner courtyard, the two quietly left the team and went to their residence.

When he returned to the room, Wang Cheng put Qingyang on the bed. The guy couldn't move when he lay on the bed. He gasped and felt that every cell in his body was very tired and needed oxygen in particular.

This is a manifestation of physical overdrawing and a price for powerful forces that do not belong to you.

Wang Cheng was not proficient in the means of stimulating vital energy, and it was also the most important stimulation of the large acupoints on the Tiandi Bridge of the Ren and Du meridians, so the sequelae were more serious than he imagined.

Seeing Qingyang so weak, Wang Cheng was worried. When the president, Taoist Master He, would definitely come to Qingyang. When he saw this little Taoist priest like this, how would he answer when he asked?

By then, Wang Cheng will probably be exposed.

Wang Cheng was a little nervous, and he was in awe of Taoist Priest Changhe. This 89-year-old Taoist priest was not a simple person. Only he and Taoist priest Changxu knew the mysterious identity of the old Taoist priest in the entire Zangding Temple. The little Taoist priest Qingmu Qingyang and other little Taoist priests didn't know what Changhe had. They only knew that he was an old Taoist priest, the master who taught them kung fu.

He lay on the window and looked at it. There was no movement outside. Everyone was visiting with the inspection team. Maybe they would not be able to come for a while. Wang Cheng immediately lay on the table and copied the secret record of the Yuanqi, and said to Qingyang: "Qingyang, wait for Taoist Master Changhe to ask later, don't say anything, don't say I helped you, do you know?"

Qingyang was also thinking about saying this to the master. When he heard Wang Cheng's words, he said, "What should I say?" He didn't want to tell Wang Cheng's story easily. After all, this might involve his story about the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain. If the master really wants to pursue it, it will be a big deal or a small matter.

"Just say that you suddenly broke out, you can just make up whatever you want."

Wang Cheng wrote quickly, looking at the secret record of Yuanqi, and still one-third of it was not finished copying: "You should think about how to tell your master now."

Qingyang quietly said nothing, but just coughed hard.

Wang Cheng raised his head strangely, and was so scared that the pen in his hand fell on the table. He stood up quickly and said respectfully to the person coming to the door: "Master Changhe!"

The person coming to the door was Taoist Changhe.

"master!"

Qingyang also screamed in a low voice, his voice a little aggrieved, just like a younger generation who acted coquettishly to his elders. This kid entered the Taoist temple as a teenager, and now he is just a child's character.

Taoist Master Changhe was carrying his hands behind his back, and the inch-long silver hair on his head stood up like a steel needle, with a strong face. He went straight to Qingyang's bed, reached out and touched Qingyang's wrist pulse, and frowned slightly: "The consumption of qi and blood is so great? What's going on?"

As he spoke, Taoist Priest Changhe looked at Wang Cheng. He had heard the two of them just now and knew that they had concealed some things, and it was related to the young man who came to work in the Taoist temple in front of him. He had paid attention to Wang Cheng because Wang Cheng had appeared in the martial arts field, but he had no special performance, so he did not pay attention.

"master……"

Qingyang whispered, not daring to continue talking. He looked at Wang Cheng with a very embarrassed look. I don’t know what to say, but his IQ is worrying.

Wang Cheng knew that this little Taoist priest was unreliable, so he took the initiative to speak: "Master Changhe, please look at this."

Wang Cheng handed the secret record of the Yuanqi to Taoist Master Changhe.

Taoist Priest Changhe took it and looked through two pages. His eyes lit up immediately. He knew some secrets in it. He looked at Wang Cheng in shock and said, "Is this a book from Zangding Temple?"

"Yes, I discovered it from the Daozang Academy yesterday. This is the original. Among a bunch of folk classics, Taoist Master Changxu asked me to take it to an ordinary academy. I thought this book was interesting, so I took it to study it. There are notes in the academy. Because the content is more complicated and profound, I want to copy it back and study it carefully."

Wang Cheng was neither humble nor arrogant, and simply said the whole story.

Taoist Master Changhe nodded in his heart. It is not common for a teenager to have such a demeanor when facing him. Even the little guys from the Yang family dare not talk to him so casually.

"Well, I'll send it to me after I've copied it."

Taoist Master Changhe nodded, glanced a few times, put down the book, looked at Wang Cheng, and said, "Your work date is about to end, right?"

Wang Cheng nodded: "Yes, the three-month contract period is about to start, so there are four days left."

"It seems that you have been guiding Qingyang in the past two months."

Taoist Priest Changhe was very sure and direct, not just speculation or inquiry. Wang Cheng and Qingyang's expressions changed slightly when they heard this. They were thinking about how to hide the argument. Unexpectedly, Taoist Priest Changhe saw it. It was indeed a mature spirit. As long as there were any clues found, they would not hide it.

However, Qingyang was nervous and afraid to speak, while Wang Cheng smiled bitterly, and then said to Taoist Changhe calmly: "The Taoist Master is as wise as a torch, and he is very clear. I admire Qingyang. I live with Qingyang. Seeing that he practices diligently every night, but the effect is not good, so I asked him to show me the boxing technique. I tried to help him find something wrong and gave him some advice. It was not that the younger generation intended to secretly learn martial arts in Wusheng Mountain, nor that Qingyang deliberately leaked it. I also asked seniors to forgive him. If you want to blame him, don't blame Qingyang, it's all my fault."

Changhe's eyes never left Wang Cheng. Seeing Wang Cheng's behavior, he was even more amazed.

"I didn't want to pursue it either. You have been practicing martial arts in the martial arts field for more than two months, and I have never driven you away. I just didn't expect that you are soft and powerless in the martial arts field. You have more understanding of my martial arts in the martial arts field, and have given Qingyang so good guidance."

Taoist Priest Changhe said strangely.

Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "Senior, he really has a precise look. I used to suffer from congenital diseases and have only recovered recently. I can't exert too much force before."

"No wonder, after dinner tonight, you came to me."

Taoist Master Changhe nodded, and knew it in his heart. He left a word to Wang Cheng, and turned around and left. Before the foreign guests outside had left, he had to go to the mourning scene. It was over after seeing him off.

Wang Cheng was shocked, not knowing what Taoist Master Changhe meant and what he asked him to do?

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Chapter completed!