Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The old man came over with thin white hair, grey eyes, seemed to have cataracts, sluggish body, and a short breath, which could blow down even a gust of wind.

Li Yao remembers that when he started school, he went to the warehouse with his classmates to collect the school uniform. He had met this old man with the surname Sun.

“He is not a general warehousekeeper, I heard that this old man 'Sun Biao' had been a martial arts teacher at the school more than seventy years ago, he was a very powerful master, and his eyes were poisonous, * * out of a lot of training genius, that was when he saw the extraordinary 'demon knife Penghai’ at a glance in the slums, and enrolled Pengheit in the school! However, he was in his 150s and did not teach students 10 years ago. He was in a semi-retired state, but could not afford to stay at home. He simply came to work for the rest of his life as a warehouse keeper and consumed his time. Don't look at how thin he is. He has a high prestige in school. Even the headmaster Zhao Bald wants to sell him a few points!” Mengjiang is the king of gossip in the school, and he introduced it all the time.

“The man who unearthed the ‘Demon Knife Penghai'!” Li Yaoshu saluted.

“I didn't think Sun Lao would show up. It looks like things are about to change. Remember, be smart in front of his old man. Maybe it's a blessing or a disaster. Go!” Meng Jiang pushed Li Yao hard and suddenly said, "Wait! ”

“Hmm?” Li Yao stopped.

“Monster, you just said that in the face of an enemy threat, you have to fight hard, then reason or compromise. It sounds very emotional - but what if you can't?” Meng Jiang had been thinking about Li Yao's words. The more he thought about it, the cooler he felt it was, the cooler it was, the heavier it was, but Hidden felt something was wrong, and it just reacted.

“If you can't get away with it, you can't get away with it, you can still die!” Li Yao slammed the dead party with white eyes and walked to Sun Biao, the warehouse manager.

He was one head taller than Sun Biao. Standing in front of the other side, he could only see the top of his thin hair, covered with old man spots, seemingly flat.

But Li Yao was so nervous, a heart pounding - the other party discovered the "demon knife Penghai”!

Sun Biao flanked his neck, seemed to have a bad cervical vertebra, some of it passed his head hard, carefully weighed for half a day.

That look, like a fanatical gourmet staring at a fresh, juicy piece of veal, didn't swallow until Li Yao's scalp was numb and his back was cold, and the old man said slowly: "Magnesium powder is well sprinkled! ”

Li Yao was stunned and couldn't help but smile. He also felt he had a good hand in magnesium powder. He grabbed the lead with every move to lay a winning game.

Otherwise, with Zhao Liang's 60% development of spiritual roots, honestly fight each other, who beat the shit out of him is not necessarily!

“However -” Sun Biao spoke sharply, stretching out two dead fingers, “If it were me, it would not be magnesium powder, but iron sand in the sand bag. As long as the power was sufficient, it would break through each other's retina and completely blind the opponent! Then spill nails all over the ground, they can't see each other, step on it, and your feet are absolutely perforated! Though not fatal, a good baby growing up in this greenhouse, most afraid of pain, must lose his mobility! I lost my eyesight and my mobility. I could kill him in two seconds! ”

Li Yao stared and reacted for half a day. He couldn't help arguing: “It would be nice if I could sneak up on a piece of magnesium powder when the situation was so urgent. When do I have time to cut open the sandbag to get the iron sand inside? The nails are even more exaggerated. Where in the stadium did you spill the nails? ”

Sun Biao "Hey” smiled twice: “As a fighter master, 24 hours a day, of course, every second must be ready for battle, iron sand and nails and other small pieces should be carried with you, even when you take a bath, you need to clamp a nail in * *! How dare you come out here and learn to fight without even the most basic preparation? ”

Li Yao's words plugged and suddenly felt that the old man was a hundred times more despicable than himself.

Sun Bi-long snorted and continued: “But these days, there are fewer and fewer young people who can really fight. I think you have some potential. Go, go to my place and talk to the old man! ”

He turned around, carried his hands, and walked to the warehouse.

Li Yao hesitated for a moment and followed the old man honestly.

Then he discovered a strange thing - Sun Biao seemed to tremble, moved a small step, a sneeze could blow down, but not slowly, and like an eye on the back of his head, as Li Yao's speed changed, always kept five meters in front of him.

Li Yao was somewhat unbelievable, biting his teeth, simply spreading the "Spirit Snake Walking Law" and running along the way.

Sun Biao still carried his hands and walked.

But no matter how fast Li Yao speeds up, he can't even shorten the distance of even one hair!

“Is it a very clever martial arts martial arts gait, or is it some kind of magic trick like shrinking into an inch?” Li Yaoxin was amazed.

Until several students walked by him slowly, he suddenly realized that Sun Biao was not walking too fast, but that he was too slow!

He clearly exhibited the "Spirit Snake Walking Act" fast, but after half a day he still didn't run 10 meters, until his classmates passed by, he didn't realize anything was wrong!

“Is it a psycho-illusion attack?” Li Yao's scalp and hair finally realized that Sun Biao's depth was unpredictable. He dared not build it again. He held his footsteps, clamped his tail, and honestly followed Sun Biao.

Strangely enough, he took his footsteps and the two of them got up incredibly fast. Stadium 9 was about a thousand meters from the logistics warehouse, but only a minute walked and saw the warehouse door.

The logistics warehouse is a small, grey building, with a number of exterior skins peeled off, revealing yellow-brown masonry, which is somewhat ugly.

Doesn't look like much, but it's got Kun inside. After seven turns and passing through a bunch of logistics supplies, it appeared in front of Li Yaoyao. Hershey is a standard spiritual energy stadium-sized refinery.

Dumbbells, barbells, butterfly machines, squat machines, strength testers, crystal frozen cement human punch targets… all kinds of training equipment.

But the vast majority of them were decades-old models, silly, thick, black, rusty, with a hint of ruggedness.

All the fixtures were dusty and seemed unused for a long time.

Going to the center of the refinery, Sun Biao turned around and suddenly did something that Li Yao could not guess.

At the age of one hundred and fifty, he discovered the “demon knife Penghai”. A highly respected retired teacher actually bowed deeply to Li Yao, and his voice suddenly became extremely serious: “First of all, Li Yao, please accept my apology. ”