The Human Emperor

The first day of the capital is destined to be difficult to calm down.

Hualala!

A pigeon flew to all sides of the city.

In a mountain range more than ten years from the city pool, a slightly fat young figure is practicing with his eyes closed, rolling gas is transmitted from his body and transformed into a thick white air column, like a giant python, wrapped around him, the breath of the teenager is bold.

“Hmm?”

Receiving a letter dove from the sky, Wei Hao (Wei Xiaonian) 's eyes flashed a surprising look, then opened the envelope and looked.

“Hahaha, Wang Chung you bastard, finally came to me! …… ”

Bang, five fingers harvested, shattered the letterhead in his hand, Wei Xiaonian suddenly excited haha laughed.

There is nothing in Wang Chung's letter to him, just a few simple words:

“Borrow guard 20! ”

Growing up together, 20 guards is nothing. Even if Wei Fu's family rules were strict, even if he risked being reprimanded by his father, Wei Xiaonian would certainly help Wang to achieve it.

Twenty, 200, he'll do something to help him!

“Boom!”

The void vibrated and made a steely sound. Wei Xiaonian underneath, a circle of obsidian thorny light circles swept and emitted radiation.

Then two, three, four!

In a short period of time, Wei Xiaonian's breath broke through from the energetic class to the realm of true martial arts, and then from the realm of real martial arts to the realm of real martial arts, there was a tendency to hit the realm of real martial arts five times.

At this moment, Wei Xiaoniao's breath is enormous, full of infinite power, even stronger than Wang Shong.

- This is the power of Panshan!

Wei Xiaonian's kung fu was given by Wang and belonged to the most powerful top of the school. Panshan tricks are extremely difficult to practice and have high physical requirements.

Especially in the energetic class, it is even more difficult. But once you break through the realm of true armament, you will be mighty.

Since Wei entered Kunwu Training Camp in his early years, Wang Chong has been very young to call him. Whether surrounding the Li 'er incident or dealing with the Anjing Mountains, Wang Chong did not call him, so that he could concentrate on training.

Wang Chong is fully helpful for his small hair.

One of the golden ginseng obtained from the Kaohsiung Li people has been on fire for centuries. Wang Zhong went to the realm of true martial arts, but Wei Xiaonian there, Wang Zhong has always been an unrestricted supply.

Panshan technique is not the same as other methods of kung fu. Gao Zhili ginseng plays a far more powerful role in him than Wang Chong. And Panshan's trick is extremely difficult to break through from the energy class to the real world of martial arts.

But if you have Goguryeo ginseng, it will work half the time, and it will be a lot more powerful.

Until now, Wei Xiaonian has consumed at least twenty to thirty times as many gorgeous ginseng as Wang Chong. Moreover, although Wang Chong's spiritual pulse strictly forbids others to approach, Wei Xiaonian can practise freely up and down the mountain without restriction.

However, after breaking into the realm of true martial arts, Panshan Yuan Qi no longer needs simple Heaven and Earth Qi, but higher mountain Qi.

This kind of thing is different from any Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. Normally, it is not a unique method of Panshan Yuan Qi that is simply difficult to practice.

So since reaching the realm of true martial arts, Wei Xiaonian left the spiritual vein and entered the mountains. The more pristine the surrounding mountains, the more numerous the mountains, the less human they are, the more dense the mountain's refinements become.

Wei Xiaonian was originally a martial arts madman, a martial arts madman, practiced almost day and night, day and night. Plus, it's not like Wang Chong to be disturbed by miscellaneous things, and working with Panshan is a perfect match for kung fu!

So now Wei Xiaonian martial arts entered the country so much higher than Wang Chong.

Compared to previous generations, Wei has undoubtedly reached a point that previous generations could never have reached.

“Wang rushed to borrow my escort, something must have happened. I have to go check it out! ”

Wei Xiaonian's eyes glistened. Huo stood up and shouted. He was just in a straight shape. He immediately leaped out like a monkey. One step was more than ten meters.

Only a few landings, Wei Xiaonian was as fierce as a tiger giant elephant and quickly disappeared into the mountains.

……

At the same time, in another part of the capital, a three-story teahouse with high eaves is decorated with ancient colors and elegance.

A beautifully shadowed eyebrow raised, thin as a porcelain five-finger holding a five-inch tall porcelain teacup, looking full of heart.

Hualala!

The sound of a broken wing coming from his ear.

“Hmm?

White Shilling's eyes flashed with a strange look, and his subconscious head looked up. A snow-white pigeon opened his wings, drew an arc in the air, swept past the steep eaves of the teahouse and flew towards himself.

Bai Shiling stunned, subconsciously extended his arm and caught the pigeon.

“It's him…”

Unwrap the envelope and see the distorted and familiar handwriting on it. The original frown of Bai Shiling was like stained ink and suddenly slowly unfolded.

The daily distress ice dissolved and the corner of White Silk's mouth curled slightly, revealing a slight smile, like a flower blooming.

“I knew it wouldn't hold you back! ”

White Silk smiled confidently, picked up the teacup on the table, gently sipped, just felt the lips linger and the flavor was endless.

At last let go of the worries in your heart, White Silk is much easier in your heart. As for the contents of Wang Zheng's letter, she didn't care much.

Drop the teacup and Bai Shiling quickly left the teahouse at a light pace.

……

“Haha, 20 real martial arts experts…, Wang Chong, you certainly won't be happy to be lonely! ”

In the martial arts field in the courtyard of Xu Jia in Beijing City, Xu Qian lived on his shoulders with a dove, two hands holding a red cherry long gun made of white yang core, and the other holding the letter written by Wang Chong.

“I just got out of jail, I'm going to borrow soldiers. Are you going to do it again? Southwest! ”

Xu Qian raised his head slightly, his eyes were wise, and his deep eyes seemed to see deep into time and space.

Xu Qian has always had only a deep admiration for Wang Shong, who is younger than himself. Wang Chong's thoughts, what Wang Chong did, and his kind of courage and ambition, Xu Qian has been deeply unconscious.

Xu Qian was fortunate to meet him during the training camp trial mission.

Most of them are arrogant and arrogant, but for Wang Chong, Xu Qian has never.

If there is such a man in the whole of Beijing who can admire him from the inside out, from head to toe, then only Wang Chung will be the one.

Whoosh!

With a trembling wrist, the big red gun in his hand immediately resembled a heavy dragon rolling in a tail barrel, emitting a sharp whistle of ears and an electrocution, accurately landing on the shelf of a weapon six or seven fathers away.

“Leaving, … last time Zhang Shouyan and Beiting Vice Defender both guarded Ancient Shun, this time I didn't know it was following. If you follow him, you won't be sad. Life will be wasted! ”

He quickly wiped a sweat from his neck with a towel and slowly walked away from the martial arts field.

“Oh, it's true that I admire Zhao Hongju, nothing can stop you! ”

On the palace of the Zhao family in Beijing City, Zhao Hongzhi read the letter in his hand and quickly rose up, leaving the residence of the Zhao family in Beijing City like a flaming cloud.