Chapter 33： The world is really unfair

Great Xia Empire.

Emperor Capital.

A fairly wide courtyard.

The owner of the courtyard knows at a glance that he is quite a leisurely and elegant person.

The spacious yard is filled with pleasant green flowers and plants, and it is arranged like a secluded garden.

In the imperial capital, where the land is golden, but can sit on such a garden... If the owner of this courtyard talks about identity, he is naturally rich or noble.

The founder of Fengquanliu Fengzhi.

The strength has already reached the realm of Guiyuan. The realm of Guiyuan may be otherworldly, but there are many in the entire Daxia planet, but he is the most special one.

Since reaching the upper realm and returning to the original state, he has become a master.

He gave up the practice of martial arts and began to concentrate on creating martial arts!

Over the years, he has created no fewer than a hundred sets of martial arts skills... and each set can have more than extraordinary combat power.

Not to mention its extremely strong strength, and enjoys a very high reputation in the entire imperial capital, the honorary vice-president of Xiyuan Wufu, the only person who has never joined the army but has obtained the rank of general!

If outsiders mention this person, I’m afraid that they still don’t know, but if anyone who knows him, no one dares to disrespect him, he is regarded as the Emperor of Great Xia. When he sees the Windscar, he must also pay the respect of the younger generation.

only now.

As he gets older and loses his energy, he hasn't been out for a long time.

I just sit in my yard every day, quietly thinking about the martial arts techniques that I created when I was in the prime of life. When I was in the prime of life, I was full of spirits, and the techniques I created were only the fastest. Kill the enemy at the speed of...

But getting old.

Lost in spirit, he has already begun to consider how to remedy these problems.

As it is now, Wind Trace is sitting quietly on the rocking chair in the yard, looking like an old man who is about to die. Who can imagine that the old man in front of him has superior combat power.

The lower boundary quenches the body, gathers the air.

Zhongjinghuazhen, Huichuan.

Shangjing Dongxuan, Guiyuan!

This old man has undoubtedly reached the top of the upper realm.

It's a pity that even so, he still can't get rid of the shackles of birth, old age, sickness and death, and even because he consumes too much mind, he is even older than the warriors of the same age.

The yard was pushed aside.

A young girl opened the courtyard door and walked in.

This young girl is dressed in strong clothes, her hair is tied into a ponytail that is easy to move, and she is quite capable, but she wears a big pair of glasses on her face, which looks a little bit more earthy and cute.

She squatted next to Fengzhihen, poured out the cold tea in the cup for him, and replaced it with hot tea.

whispered: "Master."

"It's Xiao Lingli, what's the matter?"

The Mark of the Wind raised his eyes and glanced at the girl in front of him, a kind of smile appeared in his eyes.

He asked, "You should be in a cram school at this time. Why did you come to me when you have time? Isn't it a skipping class?"

Sun Lingli replied in a low voice: "The disciple didn't have it, but he just came to the master for something."

"Nothing is as important as your tutoring."

Feng Zhihen sighed: "You have to take the Longmen exam this year. Your master of martial arts is not worried about it, but your cultural class scores are not bad. Alas...yesterday your teacher called me again and said that you are from The eighth place from the bottom has fallen back to the third place. Master was blushing at the time. Lingli, Master knows that you don’t like learning, but you have to know that martial arts is no better than a martial artist. If you can’t match your own martial arts culture Combination, you will never become a powerful weapon after all."

"Master, don't laugh at the disciple, the disciple has really tried his best."

Sun Lingli also blushed a little embarrassedly.

She said: "The disciple is really serious. The disciple has received a message from the Martial Arts Association that someone privately taught you the flame-killing boxing skills you created without your master's permission."

"Yan Shaquan?"

Wind's Mark squinted his eyes, and it seemed that the old man's smell became heavier.

He pondered for a while before he said: "I remember, I should have released the Yan Shaquan authority within the Budo Association."

"But in order to prevent my human martial arts from being learned by the alien races, every martial arts in my human society must be strictly reviewed, and everyone who has learned Yan Shaquan will be registered in the martial arts association."

Sun Lingli said seriously: "And this martial arts school that teaches Yan Shaquan has always been a wild fox Zen who sells fake exercises... But recently, they suddenly came out with real martial arts, Master, it's real. Your Yan Shaquan of the same line!"

"Are they not registered?"

"No."

"There's none?"

Windscar sighed slightly and said, "I should already know who it is."

He raised his hand and motioned to Sun Lingli to help herself up.

sighed: "Where are they?"

"Qingzhou City."

"Is that far?"

The Mark of the Wind pondered for a while, and said, "Lingli, help me make arrangements and buy a ticket to go to Qingzhou City."

"But Master, you are unwell now..."

"It doesn't matter, I'm the Great Master of the Guiyuan Realm. How could I feel unwell, but I am old, tired, and lethargic. There is no difference between sleeping on the road and sleeping at home."

The Mark of the Wind sighed lightly, and said, "You said, he had been abducted with fake Yan Shaquan martial arts before, didn't he?"

"Yes, in fact, for this matter, the Martial Arts Association has consulted with our Fengquan school several times and asked if we need to take care of this matter... But the disciple always remembers your instructions. It's a big mistake... so the disciple just treated it as a martial skill with the same name, and never cared about them."

Sun Lingli said earnestly: "But the disciple didn't expect that they would have real martial arts, so the disciple was even more puzzled. They obviously had the real, but they took out the fake ones, as if they were deliberately corrupting our reputation. It's not right. People in the industry can basically tell the truth. If they want to corrupt, they shouldn't do this."

Wind Trace Hehe smiled and said, "I'll know if you go."

Sun Lingli nodded and said, "That's right, we'll know when we go."

"I knew it when I went."

Feng Zhihen glanced at his most beloved little disciple. This disciple has an excellent talent , which can be called peerless, and he is already in the late stage of gathering Qi at a young age.

This is still the result of strong pressure. After all, the progress is too fast, and the foundation is easy to be unstable. Although gathering energy and quenching bone is a low level, it also determines the upper limit of a warrior!

Especially in the Martial House, every time he breaks through a level, he can get a lot of rewards, and there are some things that he even thinks is good.

What is it that this kid made a big breakthrough before entering Wufu.

It's a pity that her martial arts talent seems to be exchanged for IQ... She is such a long and pretty girl who seems to be clever and clever. How can she become stupid when it comes to such things as language, mathematics, physics and chemistry? ?

That is to say, he did not allow Sun Lingli to expose the identity of the heir of Fengquanliu without authorization. Now it seems that this move is so wise, otherwise the founder of Fengquanliu would be trained like a quail by a teacher, and his reputation would really be lost. Go to the street.

He said seriously: "You stay for me to study hard. Your martial arts level is very high, and you will get extra points. But if you can't keep up with your cultural achievements, you still can't enter Xiyuan Wufu. I still said that. Li, I prefer you to inherit Fengquan Liu, but if you can't even pass the test of Xiyuan Wufu, then this idea can only be an idea after all."

Sun Lingli said quietly: "But I really can't learn, I'm very serious, Master, you know."

"I know, but sometimes, the world won't tell you fairness. Paying...may not be rewarded."

Feng Zhihen sighed, looking at his poor disciple who worked hard and worked hard, but never got the equivalent return, even now that he is still counting down.

Her heart is full of kindness, but she seems to think of something.

He turned his back to prevent her from seeing the haze under his eyes...