Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

"Manual aura recovery, the start leads to the cultivator (

Even though the world of martial arts is prosperous.

Or maybe technology is changing day by day.

But since ancient times, we still cannot get rid of the fact that we are social animals.

We still cannot get rid of the habit that has evolved over tens of thousands of years-the same kind. society. Ethnic group.

When the rivers and lakes are left alone with you, are they still called rivers and lakes?

When martial arts is darkened in your eyes and there is no one around, is it still called martial arts?

But you were born from the arena. But you were born from martial arts.

Therefore, when the sea rang out one after another shouts.

seaside.

An old man who was so old that his eyelids had drooped and his face was full of wrinkles, tears slid down his face.

Let it flow on this beach and sink into the sand.

The old man’s tears poured out wildly and couldn’t stop it, but the smile on his face was so brilliant for the first time in hundreds of years:

"It's all here..."

"I thought that before closing my eyes, all I could see was the mottled stone wall and a ray of sunlight from the crack of the door."

"I never thought, today I will finally meet the leaders of the world, you were as lonely as me..."

Muttered to himself.

The old man's figure slowly faded, faded...

Then the shadow under the sun began to fade slowly, and then disappeared.

A few seconds later, a little bit of ripples cleared away from the calm sea more than ten kilometers away. But it didn't alarm even the underwater fish and shrimps.

His figure appeared here for a moment.

Then it fades again and disappears again.

At this moment, above the sea, another old voice echoed in the distance:

"Hebei Dong Haichuan. There is only one thing I can ask for today, leaving my life here..."

"..."

The sea.

All kinds of languages, all kinds of dialects, all kinds of voices one after another.

This is their carnival!

And under this carnival.

The old man in a robe turned a big sword into the sea.

When he was about to fall, he slapped his sword towards the sea.

With a ‘pop’, the waves splashed several meters high.

And he took advantage of this reaction force to leap forward like a big Peng, leaping forward for several tens of meters. Falling down, slap again to the sea.

The old man watched the people in the distance have already left, did not chase after, just laughed and said to himself:

"It's such a grand occasion today. If you get wet, you lose courtesy and lose face. Hahahaha."

'Snapped--'

Leaped up again.

Just after he left.

More than a dozen people are walking away...

At this moment, the sea really became lively. It boils.

Millions of swimmers either stopped in the sea or stood on the beach. Looking at those figures in the sea with longing eyes.

A Chinese person slowly wiped away his tears:

"It turns out that these talents are the last strong."

Another Huaxia sighed ‘whoop’:

"You see, they have been alone for a long time. They are already aging. If there is no such a grand gathering of the Recovery Group, maybe they will really become the last group of strong men in this world..."

"Look. If we didn't see this scene today, if the world didn't see these people today, then decades later, a hundred years later, the next generation will grow up, and they will tell their children and grandchildren that there are people in this world called martial artists. Then no one will believe in the next generation."

"Yup."

The man looked at those tumbling figures in the sea with his hands behind his back:

"The last powerhouse... the last batch of powerhouses in this world. If there is no today, then these treasures will forever sink into the sea of ​​history, mixed with the mud and sand. Who believes it?"

"Someone on the Internet said some time ago: We are the last generation of people who believe in Chinese martial arts. If our last generation does not believe, then our generation will start to cut off. If our generation believes, then at least, the next generation will start to cut off. . At that time, I saw this remark with a sneer and disdain. But now that I think about it, this sentence has a special flavor. You care whether it is true or not, you only need to know that if you don’t believe me in our generation, I too If you don’t believe it, it’s really gone."

"I wish the martial arts prosperous!"

"I wish martial arts rise!"

"Recovery Group launched today this day, maybe it is preparing for this day. Today's competition is not over. I have a hunch that we will be fortunate to witness the beginning of a new era..."

"He is so open, so dignified, isn't he about martial arts prosperous? Hahaha. I know what they want to do. I used to think they had endless conspiracies, but now it seems that it is a grand gentleman's way."

"What way?"

"May the world be like a dragon!"

"..."

On the tree.

Mayweather and others don't know why, although they don't understand the echoing language at sea. But I felt a sorrow.

Mayweather shouted: "After today, no one in this world can stop me from going to China to learn martial arts!"

Connor roared: "Add me, you see, there are not many people. They are the last strong in the world. Young people like us should be human regardless of nationality or race, and we should continue. Inheritance of incense!"

Kitty jumped off the branch excitedly: "I'm going back to Hawaii, while watching the live broadcast, I will go to China..."

As he said, Kitty's voice lowered, and he suddenly felt a sense of oppression. Depressed, I want to kneel down.

This sense of oppression was not directed at him.

It's everyone here.

On the tree, Mayweather, Connor and others, like a dumpling, fell down.

Connor screamed in pain, and before he finished his voice, he immediately closed his mouth tightly.

A pair of eyes stared at the rear firmly.

Silence for 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... 5 seconds.

With a ‘poof’, Connor quickly turned over and knelt down, kowtow frantically.

Mayweather took a look, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and knelt down and kowtow frantically.

Kitty, and the other UFC fighters didn't know what they were doing, but saw a young man coming yawning from behind. They don't know what happened, but anyone who has gone to Origin Island has long lost its pride. Know what is called ‘the desire to survive;’.

So, although I don't know what's going on. However, everyone in "Walah Lala" quickly knelt down, kowtow in that direction, and learn something.

The boy's height is just one meter six, and his complexion is pale and tender.

But those eyes were extremely cold.

He was wearing a gray servant's clothes with a big Chinese character-Buddha on the back.

He was carrying a big gun, which was two meters long, a bit taller than him. He just carried it, yawning and walked past Connor.

It just glanced at them silently, didn't look at it, and didn't say much.

So slowly walked all the way to the beach.

Then jump up.

With a ‘shoo-’, Jiang Fu'er rushed into the sky.

Did not land!

Did not land!

His whole person turned out to be like an eagle, flying towards the distance in the air, flying towards the distance in the form of a parabola.

It can be called flying.

Because of this parabola, the throw is a bit too far...

He fell again ~www.wuxiahere.com~ after twenty kilometers.

Then he stomped on his toes lightly in the sea. The whole person flew up again, all the way to the clouds and fog...

He didn't have such a big movement as toad gong, he relied purely on powerful explosive power and used himself as a cannonball to fight.

It's not like walking on the waves.

He is like a kite, flying himself.

——Lifting technique!

Go against the wind. But it's not flying in the true sense. It is a critical state between flying and jumping.

And this critical state is called-light work.

After a long time, Connor and Mayweather dared to raise their heads, looking at each other, feeling like they were escaping from the dead.

This is already the second time they have lived under Jiang Foul's hands.

It's not the same as when facing Tang Yin.

Facing Tang Yin, they just wanted to struggle madly and want to escape. Because Tang Yin is a human being.

But facing Jiang Fu'er. They didn't even have the courage to escape, and couldn't do it at all. All they can do is kowtow. Even if Jiang Fuer never thought of killing them. This surrender comes from instinct.

Kitty looked at the sky in the distance, and Jiang Fu'er, who was flying like clouds and fog, trembled:

"That... that person, who is that person?"

Connor lowered his voice and said in crappy Chinese:

"Shaanxi, Jiang Foer."

"Why do you kneel and kowtow when you see him?"

Connor blushed, and said, "Repay him for his life-saving grace at the time."

Mayweather was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said: "Yes, right, the mercenary wanted to kill us, and he saved us. To repay your kindness, why do you kneel and kowtow?"

Kitty blushed: "Didn't he save you? Naturally, I would kowtow to thank him for allowing me to see my two friends..."