Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

　　　　In the manor of Recovery Island.

　　 Zhou Xianfu snuggled up on the sofa in her bathrobe and watched TV. He watched all the TV stations in China. Watching all the TV stations was speculating and commenting on his actions. This is also an alternative feeling.

　　‘Dididi—’

　　 The mobile phone text message rang. Zhou Xianfu picked it up and glanced at it.

　　 couldn't help but make a smile at the corner of his mouth:

　　 "Over one hundred years old, five hundred people? There are more than I thought."

　　 Zhou Xianfu picked up the phone and dialed Lin Keling: "Hello? Can you check again when is the registration time among the five hundred people? Is it after your'broadcast to the countryside, the last round of onslaught' or before?"

"Ok…"

　　 After a while, Lin Keling said:

"Zhou, among the more than 500 people from Huaxia who filled in the age of over 100. Those who signed up five days ago, there were fifty. Those who signed up four days ago, there were eighty. Those who signed up three days ago had one. Hundreds. Eighty signed up two days ago..."

understood.

　　 Zhou Xianfu smiled: "Well, these ages are not filled in randomly."

　　 hung up, Zhou Xianfu was a little unexpected:

　　 "Unexpectedly, there are so many in Indians. There are so many in Egypt?"

　　 "Island countries actually have them?"

　　 "Can't wait to see what the old monsters in this world look like. What are the methods?"

　　"..."

at the same time.

　　 Wutai Mountain.

　　 In the farmyard at the foot of the mountain, there are more than 20 middle-aged men with a blessed stature sitting.

A bald, brawny man headed by 　　 solemnly said:

　　 "Can't wait like this any longer!"

　　 "The registration is closed in a few days. We can't wait any longer."

　　 A thin middle-aged man picked up a corn cob from the ground aggrieved, and scolded:

"I sometimes wonder whether our Xingyimen ancestors are alive or not? The Chinese martial arts have declined and fallen. The martial arts of the past are now all pretended by liars and fake masters, bluffing and deceiving everywhere, and then being beaten. Looking for teeth everywhere. My Xingyiquan has been passed down for so many years and passed down from generation to generation. Now... no one learns it. My son doesn't practice Xingyiquan anymore. He said it was shameful to practice Xingyiquan. Said their classmates would laugh at it."

"Poor, Xing Yi's line is about to be ruined in our hands. Look at what those people outside are practicing. That's also called Xingyiquan? But they pretend to be us, but we can't say anything yet. We have no right to speak. When we practice boxing, we are all men of Xingyi. When we don’t practice boxing, we are peasants. Those who specialize in traditional martial arts are also for fame. It was those famous'masters' who went to fight, and they didn't ask me to do any tricks at all!"

　　 "Hmph, if that Xu or Dong, or that horse or country comes to challenge me. Lao Tzu can punch him through with one punch! It's a pity that people like us who are not well-known will never fight us."

　　 "The ancestors do not go out of the mountains. Hey."

　　 "We've been to the mountain before and asked our ancestors to go down the mountain, and we have said that. Say, if we don't show it again, my Chinese martial arts has really fallen, and he will not be able to find an heir in the future."

　　 "By the way, do we really have ancestors?"

"Have!"

　　 There was a long silence, and the bald man slapped on the table.

　　 There was a muffled bang. A palm print appeared on the table.

The bald man stood up: "There must be an old ancestor. My grandfather said he had seen him, and he has been practicing in retreat in Houshan. My grandfather has never told a lie in his life. I have to carry three animals up to the mountain to worship. Every time I carried them, I went to see them two days later, and the three animals were gone. The ancestors must have taken them to eat."

"go!"

　　 "Go up the mountain. If there is no ancestor today, let's disperse this Xingyi Gate!"

"If there is an ancestor, dig the ground three feet and dig it out. This is the last chance, the last chance to promote my Xingyimen. The strength of the ancestors will definitely be the first. Then, the recovery will be. The group’s $100 billion bonus is his. The ancestors didn’t spend money, so what about us? Don’t think about us..."

　　 "Hey, if you give me one hundred million, I won't have to deliver takeaways anymore for Te Niang."

　　 "If you give me 100 million, I will go into business!"

　　 "Don't tell me one hundred million from the ancestors, just give me fifty million. One million is fine. I want to build another three-story house."

　　 "Daqiang. Dalong. Dakang. Titian wax paper money."

　　 "Yes, the master!"

　　 "Da Xu, Da Chong, Da Zhuang. Bring my harvest three rounds. I have already bought pigs, cattle and sheep in the morning. Go back to the mountains!"

　　 "Yes, the master!"

"set off!"

　　 With an order, the bald man walked out of the yard with more than twenty middle-aged men, all surnamed Ji.

　　 "You go first, I will lock the door."

　　 The bald man, Ji Daming, waved his hand, and after watching everyone go, he took out the key and locked the door. Then pushed a battery car from the side to ride, chasing everyone.

This generation of 　　 is all of the ‘big’ generation.

　　 Maybe no one knew that in the corner of the Huaxia countryside, there would be such a sect.

　　 is formed by a group of peasants...

　　 There are no outsiders.

　　Dame Ji rode a battery car to the mountain road, saying hello to the villagers all the way.

　　 "Daimyo, go up the mountain?"

　　 "Oh, go and worship the ancestors."

　　 "Daimyo, you have time in the afternoon to help me collect the corn, my son, your brother is out."

　　 "Okay, I'll come back to clean up for you, you don't care."

　　"..."

　　 More than a child, Ji Daming led the way by riding a battery car. Behind more than 20 men, either riding a motorcycle or riding a tricycle, followed behind. A group of people waited for the mighty side to come to a small hill in the back mountain.

　　 Above the mountain bag, there is a monument.

　　 wrote a few large characters "12-shaped ancestral land".

　　Ji Daimyo led the doormen to place the sacrifices and three animals in front of the stone tablet, and then everyone knelt down and wept bitterly.

　　 "Old ancestors. Today, it's finally time for the school to survive and die!"

　　 "Old ancestor, you won't come out when my Xingyi Gate is in decline. You won't come out when the martial arts are trampled on. We are all going to die, and you won't come out yet. Are you an ancestor?:"

　　 "Old ancestor, are you dead already?"

　　 "Oh hello, ancestors, show your spirit..."

　　 "Old ancestors, save Xingyimen. This is the last chance."

"Old ancestors, now there are people attracting masters from all over the world to participate in the competition. If you win, you can fly to the top. You don't fight or grab, but do you still have a bit of incense? After so many years, Xingyiquan is in our generation. It's over!"

　　"..."

　　 A cry of cry spread all over the mountain.

　　 The stone stele is still silent, and the whole mountain is still as silent as death.

　　Hime Daimyo is angry from the heart, he is not sure whether there is an ancestor at all, just saying that...

　　 "Old ancestor, if you don't come out again, we will plan this mountain. You don't take us as offspring, and we don't have your ancestor. How can an ancestor not protect the offspring?"

　　"..."

　　 is still silent.

Daming Ji spit out and continued: "Now people are holding a World Tournament. There are cultivators, cultivators, and masters of national martial arts. There are people from all major factions, but no one will go to Xingyi Gate. …It’s utterly insulting."

"It's fine if you don't go. I originally wanted to go. I reported the name. But I said that the air ticket must be taken care of by myself. My daughter-in-law did not pay me to buy the air ticket. I thought about it and I had no chance of winning, so I I just came to you."

　　"..."

　　 talked for a long, long time.

　　 Still nothing happened.

　　 Ji Da Ming turned around and looked at the people helplessly, and smiled bitterly: "It seems that my grandpa lied to me..."

　　‘Crack—’

　　 Before the words fell, suddenly a crack appeared in a rock on the mountain.

　　 hiss—

　　 At this moment, the more than twenty farmers in the Xingyi Gate suddenly shrank their pupils and stared at the steep rock closely.

　　‘Kakaka—’

　　 Gradually, the cracks got bigger and bigger.

With 　　 ‘Boom—’ a huge boulder fell off and hit the ground.

　　 On the original stone wall, a two-meter-high void appeared, like a door. The door is dark, but through the daylight you can see a space in it.

"This…"

　　Hime Daimyo took a step back in horror, regretting a little. Did you offend just now?

'Da da'

　　 In the silence, a sound of footsteps came from the black hole.

　　 After a while, a young man with a very handsome face and fair skin, who looked like he was about twenty years old, walked out.

　　 The young man has long hair, and the long hair has been dragged behind him, and the length of the hair has reached at least about four meters. It's like a waterfall!

　　 He is very handsome and thin. Dressed in rags, like a beggar. No, beggars are not so bad.

　　 Strictly speaking, it cannot be called clothes. It can only be said to be pieces of rags.

　　 He also held a big jet black gun in his hand. The two-meter-long gun has a thick arm and the tip of the gun is dragged to the ground.

　　He stopped, leaned against the cave wall, and looked at Ji Daming and others blankly:

　　 "Cultivator? Cultivator? Master of Chinese martial arts?"

　　 Ji Daimyo and others are ecstatic, UU reading www. uukanshu. com shouted with excitement like a ghost:

　　 "Old ancestors!

　　 "See the ancestors!"

　　 "The ancestor, the ancestor who rescued the hardship. You finally exist!"

　　 "Old ancestor, if you don't show up again, Xingyimen will be destroyed!"

　　The youth calmly looked at the people: "If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. The world is vicissitudes of life, following the laws of history. What are you persistent?"

　　Hime name: "..."

　　 No wonder there have been so many complaints and no one has responded. Turns out, it was because the ancestors never cared about this...

　　 That said, Wudang actually has ancestors?

　　 Wudang made so many people confess to the provocations, and did not see the ancestors coming out. It seems that the ancestors of Wudang are the same as ours here? People don't care at all even if it is destroyed by people.

　　Follow the laws of history? This is a personal word?

　　PS: Thank you readers for your recommendation votes, book reviews, and rewards.

　　 Emphasize thanks to the 5000 starting coins rewarded by the "heroine M4". And ‘I’m not as good as a pearl’, ‘Tiger Madness’, ‘De Marcia Edison Edison’...Because of the limited space, there is no way to focus on thanking a few people. Please forgive me.

　　 Thank you for your recommendation votes, thank you very much.

　　 In addition, a discussion king sheep was formed. I hope everyone who likes this book can come in and discuss the plot: 9/7/4/2/1/2/2/71.

　　 I will put the skirt number 974212271 on the top of the book review area, don’t miss it when you pass by.

　　 Continue to ask for your enthusiastic book reviews to make our book reviews lively.

　　 Because I promised yesterday...so I continue to add another chapter today. There is one more update, please wait.