The next morning, Wang Cheng and others all left the base of the martial arts competition, leaving the place completely empty.

Yang Qingyu took Wang Ying, Zhang Shaoyun, and Liu Shicheng to Jiangzhou together.

When they parted, Yang Qingyu and Wang Ying were reluctant to part with Wang Cheng.

Wang Ying thought that she hadn't seen her master for a long time, so she felt aggrieved and miserable. She covered her eyes with her back and started crying, and shouted to Wang Cheng who had already walked away: "Master, you have to come back to see Sakura quickly, Sakura will miss you."

Yang Qingyu took a deep breath to calm down his reluctance and weakness in his heart, and become as strong and calm as possible.

She knew that she wanted to become Wang Cheng's wife, so she had to have the obligation to make everyone around her live a peaceful life when Wang Cheng left. So, although she was a little disliked by Wang Ying, she also spoke out to comfort Wang Ying and pulled Wang Ying into the car. Then Zhang Shaoyun drove away quickly, fearing that Wang Ying would be delayed again.

Wang Cheng sat in the passenger seat of the car, and was also watching Yang Qingyu and the others in the rearview mirror. After their car disappeared from sight, he began to lean against the chair and close his eyes to rest.

Taoist Changhe sat in the back row, and as soon as he got on the car, he closed his eyes slightly, and his breathing caused a thunderous sound. His Tiangang Fist technique obviously also realized an extremely profound state. Although due to the defects of the Earth Demon Fist technique and Pure Yang, he would never be able to practice Tiangang Fist technique to the peak of his success in the future, but there has always been progress, which is enough.

The one who drove the master and apprentice was not an ordinary person. Wen Jiancheng stuffed Wang Cheng with a military master. It is said that he was the second only to Lin Qi in the special forces in the capital area, and his name was Lu Weihong. He was originally a colonel rank, and his figure was not tall, only about 1.7 meters. You can see well-proportioned muscles from the clothes.

A true martial arts master will not have large muscles that look bulging, and a height of about 1.7 meters is actually the best martial arts height. Too high will affect flexibility. Too short will suffer.

Along the way, Taoist Changhe kept moving qi and blood. He never gave up practicing at all times, and improved his strength as much as possible with his remaining vitality. Wang Cheng was the same. He used the secret breathing technique of pure yang reincarnation to cooperate with the earth's breathing to transport qi and blood. Although his breathing was not as powerful as Taoist Changhe, he was as calm as a mountain and as yang as fire.

Lu Weihong is a soldier who has three or four hundred special forces under his command, so it is impossible for him to come out alone to drive for others. But at first he received a task from Lin Qi and agreed without saying a word. Because he was from Lin Qi's subordinates. But when he knew that he was going to drive as a driver to escort the two of them all the way to the north, he became depressed.

He is a dignified colonel and hundreds of murderous subordinates under him. Are you going to be a driver to drive?

A little embarrassing!

However, for Lin Qi's sake, he had already agreed, so he could only pinch his nose and come out.

When he saw Wang Cheng, he realized that the person escorted this time was not simple.

As the champion of the first domestic martial arts competition, Lu Weihong certainly knew Wang Cheng and thought that his strength was probably not as good as Wang Cheng. The breath emitted from the old Taoist priest who did not know his identity made him even more shocked. He had seen a master with such an incredible level of internal strength for the first time.

So, Lu Weihong was willing to be a driver at this time, driving the car steadily, listening to the thunderous breathing of Taoist Changhe, and looking at it curiously from the rearview mirror from time to time.

The car left the capital, and Lu Weihong drove out a high-power military off-road vehicle. He also knew that the two people in the car were not afraid of bumps, so he drove very quickly along the way and drove directly towards the northern border!

However, at dusk, when the car was about to arrive at the place of residence arranged in advance, Lu Weihong saw a car parked in the middle of the road ahead, blocking the entire road. Three people stood in front of the car, obviously deliberately blocking the road.

call……

Take a deep breath.

Lu Weihong slowed down. Knowing that the visitor was not good, he probably came to Wang Cheng and the other two in the car, and shouted softly: "Wang Cheng, there is someone in front of him."

Wang Cheng's breathing changed and he suddenly opened his eyes. A hot light flashed like sunlight in his eyes. His eyes seemed to be shooting out like a substance. When he saw the three figures in front of him, he saw from a distance that one of them was known to him.

One of the bald monks is the most famous young master of Shaolin who had fought with Wang Cheng at the Sun family a few days ago!

Isn't this guy in Hong Kong? Why did he suddenly run here?

Wang Cheng's expression immediately became solemn.

The car was getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye it was only less than twenty meters away from the other party. Wang Cheng and Lu Weihong could even see each other's expressions and eyes.

But Lu Weihong did not stop because he did not hear the orders of Wang Cheng and Taoist Priest Changhe. In his consciousness, he was here to perform the mission. Wang Cheng and Taoist Priest Changhe were his bosses. He instinctively followed the orders, so he still stepped on the accelerator steadily, but sweat was slightly blowing on his forehead.

"parking."

Wang Cheng finally spoke.

Lu Weihong's foot, which had been hanging on the brakes, suddenly stepped on it, and with a snarling sound, the car showed good braking performance, and stopped less than fifty centimeters away from the front of the three people. The bumper in front of the car was almost hit by the monk Wukong who was slightly forward.

However, none of the three people in front moved, just stood there calmly, as if they were not afraid that the car would hit them.

Two monks, one with snow-white hair!

Wang Cheng looked at the master Changhe Taoist sitting in the back row.

Taoist Changhe also opened his eyes, looked at the extremely serious look in front of him, and said lightly: "That person is Yangping, and the other two are from Shaolin. Wukong, you have seen that old monk is the martial monk named Yongcheng in Shaolin Precepts Hall."

Lu Weihong really didn't expect that Lin Qi would encounter such a thing when he was driving for him. It seemed like a vendetta between the sects of the martial arts world, and it was a fight between the top masters.

He knew that everyone present had the strength of him. He thought for a moment, turned to look at Taoist Changhe and said, "Master Taoist, I have brought the officer certificate. Do you want to disperse them?"

Wang Cheng shook his head with a serious expression and said, "It's useless. That old guy is above you. Colonel Lu, please trouble you this time. Just stand aside and watch later, so as not to affect you."

Wang Cheng felt embarrassed when Lin Qi sent such a master to drive him. If Lu Weihong helps fight, he would owe the other party favors. Then Wen Jiancheng and Lin Qi would like to make any requests from him, and he would not be able to simply refuse.

The most important thing is that Wang Cheng was not afraid of the other party’s three people and said to his master, Taoist Changhe, “Master, can you settle it?”

A stream of heat came out from the head of Taoist Changhe, which obviously circulated the blood and blood in his body to the peak. He stared at the simple-wearing old man, the true man Yangping, and said lightly: "I'll deal with Yangping first, you can hold on."

The old Taoist priest's tone was very confident, as if he didn't take Yang Ping Zhenren seriously.

A smile spilled out from the corner of Wang Cheng's mouth. Looking at Wukong and Yongcheng in Shaolin, a confident light flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Master, don't worry, today we will let them know that even if there are only two masters and apprentices left in Wu Sheng Mountain, they are not something they can control at will."

Lu Weihong also heard this and his blood was surging all over his body. He hurriedly shouted: "No, Wang Cheng, Taoist Master. I am here to escort you abroad, not to watch the show. It is my responsibility to protect your safety. If I cannot complete the task, I will have no shame to go back to see Instructor Lin."

As he said that, the straightforward military man first pushed open the car door and walked out to face the other three. His face was flushed, his blood was boiling, and he looked like he was ready to take action at any time.

Zhenren Yangping is a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, but his identity cannot be seen here. He is wearing a very ordinary casual outfit and looks like an ordinary old man. He is the same as Hua Zheng, a Taoist priest of Quanzhen Sect that Wang Cheng met a week ago.

However, the hot breath emitted from his body told the insider that this was a top master.

In addition, he moved the Pure Yang Boy's Technique to the peak, like a stove, and the old monk Yongcheng of Shaolin Precepts Hall, who was also full of energy and blood.

These three people join forces, and I guess there are so many people in the world who can compete with them.

For first-class and top national martial arts families like the Li family, Chen family, and Sun family in China, they probably have to use all the family's strength to compete with these three people. Other second-rate national martial arts families can only escape to protect themselves.

"Changhe, I'm so anxious to leave the capital, and I don't ask a few of us old friends to gather and leave again? Daxue Mountain is extremely dangerous. I don't know if you can come back. I'll come to see you specifically. Maybe this is my last meeting with you."

Zhenren Yang Ping looked at Taoist Changhe and Wang Cheng who were getting out of the car, with a cold look on his face and shouted like a bell: "It's a pity that your disciple Yuan Ding, can be said to be the number one genius of my Taoist sect. This time I will accompany you to bury in the Great Snow Mountain."

The sound instantly rolled like muffled thunder and rushed towards Wang Cheng and the other two. The sound waves almost turned into substantial waves. The air currents surging and compressed, there was a tendency to turn into substantial like qi, but in the end it was a little less force and rhythm!

What a powerful sonic attack.

It almost turned into a qi with sound. Although it was one step away, its power was absolutely incredible.

Wang Cheng's eyes were full of light, and he knew for the first time that the sound wave attack could reach this level.

Taoist priest Changhe's expression changed slightly. Unexpectedly, Zhenren Yangping used this powerful sound wave impact as soon as he came up. He instantly thought in his heart that the other party wanted to win the first and then take down the three of them in one wave. It was a sinister intention, and it also showed that the other party was determined to win!

After breathing changes, the aura in the body of Taoist priest Changhe suddenly burst out, and he used the secret technique of Tiangang to turn the sound into a thunder, shouting: "Yangping, you collude with Liste, do you think I don't know? For your own selfishness, you betray the national interests; for your own private use, use your power for personal gain. You are simply a sinner of the country, and you are not worthy of being a member of my Taoist sect. I hate that I had no choice but to kill you."

Back then, Taoist priest Changhe and Zhenren Yang Ping had several battles. In the end, Zhenren Yang Ping was suppressed by him and had to go to a religious office to get a free job.

At this moment, the voice of Taoist Changhe was not a muffled thunder, but a thunder explosion. The sound waves were sharp and rapid, and it immediately scattered the sound waves of Yangping Zhenren almost turned into a qi. The two powerful sound waves carried a violent airflow and immediately turned into a whirlwind and swept out. The two cars on both sides were shocked in an instant, and at the same time made a sound, and all the glass was shattered by the sound airflow.

Wang Cheng and Lu Weihong both hurriedly stabilized their internal breathing, and each tucked their feet to stabilize the horse stance of the lower plate, and passed smoothly in the impact airflow without any impact.

The two monks Wukong and Yongcheng on the opposite side also forced their way to resist the violent airflow shock wave with their Neijia breathing.

Because the sound waves of both sides disappeared, the power dropped by almost 70% to 80%, which naturally could not have any effect on Wang Cheng and the other masters. At most, a roar in their ears temporarily appeared.

However, only Taoist priest Changhe and Zhenren Yang Ping were completely unwilling to care about this shock wave. The instinctive internal breathing in their bodies could resolve it invisible.

Unless the sound waves are truly turned into qi, they can cause harm to masters like them.

The sound dissipated with the air flow and the surroundings calmed down.

Wang Cheng let out a long breath, stared at Monk Wukong with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He didn't see him in just one week. He thought he had gained a lot in seclusion, but he didn't expect that Monk Wukong's aura was stronger than when he was at the Sun family last time. Wang Cheng knew that Wukong had challenged almost all the young masters in China this week. He defeated his opponents one by one, and was unbeaten, tempering his martial arts and internal qi and blood, so his strength has increased considerably.

This is the promotion effect of warriors in combat teams. Only combat is the best way for warriors to practice.

Zhenren Yang Ping's expression was still calm, and he said lightly to Yongcheng and Wukong beside him: "You catch Wang Cheng, I will have a good fight with the old Taoist Changhe. He humiliated me a few times back then, and I will wait for him to get old and get revenge when his qi and blood are exhausted. Now his qi and blood are starting to burn. I don't believe that he can really practice the Tiangang boxing technique of Wu Shengshan."

Monk Yongcheng is very burly and tall. It is about 1.8 meters tall, which is rare among Chinese warriors. Looking at the wrinkles on his face, you will know that he is not young, but his arms are full of firm and well-proportioned muscles. At this time, his hands were folded, his eyes turned into two fists and looked at Wang Cheng, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Wukong and I will definitely not let Wang Cheng escape unscathed."

Monk Wukong also looked at Wang Cheng from a high place and said lightly: "Wang Cheng, if you go to Daxue Mountain after being seriously injured, do you think you can come back alive?"

Wang Cheng and Taoist Maestro Changhe both felt a terrified heart and immediately thought of what the other party had made.

Even if they block the road here, they would not be able to kill Taoist Changhe and Wang Cheng with their own hands. They could only seriously injure the master and disciple, and let Wang Cheng die abroad. It would be better to let Taoist Changhe die together in Daxue Mountain, as Wu Sheng Mountain would be equivalent to extermination.

The young elite masters in China will be without leaders. They can defeat each one.

At that time, the two young top masters of Shaolin Wukong and Wuchan jointly expressed their opinions to join the religious office, which would surely make everyone else surrender.

In this way, the religious firm is in the hands of Shaolin and Yangping Zhenren. Both can use this to control all martial arts families and sects in the world.

The abacus is very good and it is very loud.

But Wang Cheng was not afraid of this at all, confident, smiled disdainfully, and shouted to Wukong: "Shaolin is doing everything to master the general trend. Unfortunately, it is bad luck after all. Now and in the future, it will definitely belong to my Wusheng Mountain. Wukong, everything you do is in vain, and you are destined to be a foil for me Wang Cheng... Remember what I said today, my Wusheng Mountain King Cheng and you Shaolin will never stand together from now on and will never die. In the future, I will personally step onto the Shaolin Grand Hall and let your Shaolin kneel at my feet."

His voice also rushed out like a ferocious beast roaring, and it also contained a solemnity like a mountain. The sound was like a mountain collapsed, making people feel irresistible fear.

During this week, his understanding of Earth Demon Fist has gradually deepened, and he has been able to integrate the earth's pulsation into the sound, so that the sound and the earth can show a trend of combining.

Wang Cheng's voice stirred, and both Wukong and Yongcheng's expressions changed slightly. It was obvious that Wang Cheng's strength had improved a lot, and the murderous intent on his face became stronger.

And at this moment, Yang Ping Zhenren took the initiative first.

He stomped his feet on the ground, and two small pits suddenly appeared on the asphalt road, his whole body flew out, and his body stretched like a flying dragon in the air.
Chapter completed!