Infinite World Projection

Although he was recovering at this moment, most of his strength was cut off by himself, and the only thing left was sealed by himself, and he couldn't use it at all.

With his state at the moment, it can be said that he is half-dead and barely able to hold his breath, but it is extremely difficult to truly restore his strength.

However, with this Eastern Emperor Sutra, Chen Changming already had some ideas in his mind.

If all goes well, perhaps soon we will be able to break the blockade of this world and truly restore freedom.

But before that, he still needs some time.

At this point, Chen Changming's face was calm, he slowly closed his eyes, and began to fall into a deep sleep.

And at the moment, on the other side.

In front of a spacious training platform, Song San stared blankly at the front, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ,the many big men who were training there, at this time only one thought was left in his mind.

That's it?

In his eyes, the big guys in front were sweating and practicing a punch.

It's just that this style of boxing seemed extremely superficial, and it was nothing compared to the martial arts in his mind.

Before that, in order to avoid trouble, Chen Changming not only injected martial arts directly into his mind, but also sent some general experience, and even experience and common sense.

This common sense is of course very superficial, but under normal circumstances, it is enough.

But at this moment, looking at the strong men in front of the training, Song San couldn't help but shed a cold sweat.

Even with his superficial skill and common sense, he can clearly see the crudeness of this boxing technique at this moment. Some people have even obvious mistakes in their force. If you continue to practice this technique for a long time, you may develop a hidden injury.

Looking at this situation, Song San was very suspicious that this was the martial arts that the Song family was famous for?

"You just came here, it's normal to have this performance..."

Aside, watching Song San's reaction, an old man in white robe touched his beard triumphantly, and said, "When you get used to it, it will be fine."

At this moment, he thought Song San was shocked by the scene in front of him.

It’s normal to think so.

After all, before he wanted to come, how much knowledge could Song San have before but a young man who cultivated the land?

It's normal to be a little shocked, and it's not surprising at all.

Song San couldn't help but glanced at him, barely speaking out the thoughts in his head.

He smiled reluctantly, wiped the cold sweat from his body, and pretended to be shocked: "It's spectacular..."

"All right."

The old man patted Song San's shoulder with satisfaction, and said: "You just came today, so you don't need to go to training. Go around first and get familiar with the surrounding environment."

"After tomorrow, there will naturally be a special teaching for you."

He said this to Song San, and then took Song San to continue walking around.

In this way, Song San's career in the Song family began.

Compared to his original life, there is undoubtedly a lot of lively here.

Many of the Song family's disciples were contemptuous of him, but they didn't show much on the surface.

On the surface, it was very polite.

Song San didn't care about the attitude of these people, but it was polite.

The martial arts here is just like that.

The martial arts of martial arts that can be practiced at will is like that, even in the case of Song San's half bucket of water, it seems full of errors.

It is said that the disciples who performed well in the martial arts hall will be accepted by the elders as disciples to teach them more advanced martial arts.

But from Song San's feelings, he felt that the so-called profound martial arts of the Song family were probably far inferior to the unknown martial arts taught by Chen Changming.

The only thing that satisfies him is that the food in the Song family is pretty good. Not only is it full of wheat, rice, noodles, but also meat.

With sufficient food supplies, in just a few days, his spirit seemed to be much better, much more energetic than before.

Of course, he did not forget Chen Changming.

At noon one day, he was rewarded with half a piece of meat for his outstanding performance, and he immediately took it back, wanting to honor Chen Changming.

Although from the previous situation, Chen Changming shouldn't have to eat, but it can't always be the case.

When Song San took the things back, he was doing his filial piety.

"Take it yourself and eat it..."

As he approached his house, before he really entered the room where Chen Changming was, a soft voice came from the room.

Then, the door of the room opened automatically, revealing the scene inside.

A young fairy in white clothes stood there quietly, with a handsome and unparalleled appearance, as if a heavenly man came to the world.

Chen Changming sat alone on the head of the bed. At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Song San: "I'm back?"

"Master."

Song San respectfully saluted and put the meat in his hands aside: "I will see you in a few days, and I hope that Master will atone for his sins."

"It's okay."

Chen Changming shook his head and said: "You came back just right."

"I am about to leave for a while."

"Master, do you want to leave?"

Song Sanyi was taken aback, his expression changed immediately, and he bowed his head and bowed again: "Master, please take the disciples together!"

"The disciples are willing to follow the master's saddle, and do what a dog can do!"

"You're young, a lot of bullshit."

Chen Changming shook his head, and said: "Don't worry, it's just leaving temporarily."

"Thanks to the blessings of the previous scriptures, I feel a bit brows for the injury on the teacher's body. This time it should be resolved."

"Master, your injury is getting better?"