Immortal Becomes a Stay-at-home Dad After Return

Seeing that Zhou Qi wanted to carry the sword directly, Lin Yanran was also a little shocked.

She knew that Zhou Qi was not an ordinary reckless man, and of course he would not be so brain-dead that he really believed that his body could compete with the peak of cold weapons. Thinking of this, Lin Yanran didn't hesitate even more. Just when Zhou Qi's hand was about to be passed in front of him, the sword formula that was originally hidden in the cotton suddenly changed its style, like a military god possessed, full of chilling air, opening and closing!

"Wudang swordsmanship, Dabie is the thirteen moves. I learned it today! If Li Jinglin was alive, we might be able to communicate and communicate, but now you are the one who uses the sword art, so I'm sorry, I will take your sword!"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhou Qi charged forward with strides, and a tsunami roared through the mountains, like a tiger coming out of a mountain.

Lin Yanran felt great pressure when the tyrannical tiger-shaped cloak was displayed. Not only that, but a scene that horrified her even more appeared. Even when he was performing the thirteen postures, Zhou Qi still accurately grasped each of his sword formulas, and his thick and powerful hands could always hit his sword just right!

bang bang bang bang...

A series of deafening sounds resounded in this small space. The more she confronted Zhou Qi, the more Lin Yanran felt Zhou Qi's terror. When he made a move, he moved vigorously, walked into the middle palace, cut straight, without hesitation. With absolute power, you will be subdued directly. Once he seized the upper hand, it was almost equivalent to a death sentence for his opponent.

Not only was Zhou Qi's fierce moves, but most importantly, Zhou Qi did not attack Lin Yanran directly, but landed on the blade of the sword with every palm. The force of the shock made Lin Yanran almost unable to hold the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, there was only a piercing loud noise, and Lin Yanran felt that her entire arm was almost numb.

The next second, Zhou Qi gently pushed Lin Yanran away, and stood with his hands behind his back, standing where he was.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, looked at the long sword that had been shattered all over the ground, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention because I was on a whim. I'll give you a good sword someday when I get better."

Lin Yanran's heart was pounding, she only had one thought now, and that was to really fight Zhou Qi before she knew how powerful he was. Just talking with his mouth is just flattering, and he doesn't know how oppressive his aura is. If Zhou Qi hadn't been merciful, perhaps he would have died under his fist the moment he drew his sword.

No, maybe he didn't even have the chance to draw the long sword.

Although she lost to Zhou Qi, Lin Yanran didn't feel sad at all. It's just a little self-deprecating, the age is similar to Zhou Qi, and the gap in martial arts is like a gap, which is embarrassing.

"Zhou Qi, it seems that I still underestimated you,

I thought you would fight me with that spear. "

Lin Yanran pointed to the wall not far from Zhou Qi, the smile on her face remained bright.

Zhou Qi looked in the direction she pointed, and was taken aback for a moment, the expression in his eyes flickering. He walked over slowly, raised it with one hand, and exclaimed, "What a good gun! It weighs seventy or eighty kilograms, feels great in the hand, and is forged from pure steel. It's really a sharp weapon! A punch is a gun, and a gun is a punch!" How did I not think of this earlier?"

As Zhou Qi said, he exerted his strength suddenly, and the big gun weighing seventy or eighty catties flew straight into the air.

He stretched out his hand and shook it forward, Lin Yanran felt as if he saw a dragon about to fly away! Zhou Qi was holding the gun with both hands, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the barrel of the gun, inseparable from each other. Just like what Zhou Qi said just now, the gun is the fist, the fist is the gun, the spear is the fist, and the fist is the spear.

Lin Yanran had seen quite a few masters with spears, but seeing Zhou Qi's marksmanship, she always felt that something was wrong.

It's not that Zhou Qi's marksmanship is not good, on the contrary, it seems that there is a very weird truth in it, which she can't understand. Although there are many types of marksmanship, in the final analysis, they all have one thing in common.

Zhou Qi broke this commonality.

In line with the trajectory of the spiritual energy in the body, he performed a set of marksmanship while recovering his body. After finishing the exercise, Zhou Qi felt that every cell in his body was cheering.

The marksmanship he used was the most powerful marksmanship in the spirit world, "Tai Shang Ni Long Jue". There is no tyrannical aura attached to it, just waving it with the purest hands, it has a different taste. This is exactly where Lin Yanran felt weird, because Zhou Qi's execution was not a product of this world.

"Zhou Qi, you..."

Lin Yanran was about to ask, but Zhou Qi waved his hand, "I know what you want to ask, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you the story. But don't worry, I'm not trying to cherish myself. When the time comes, I will share all my experience, Slowly gathered into a book, when the time comes, it can be read by our friends from the northern Jiangsu faction to promote each other."

After speaking, Zhou Qi shook his hand casually, and the spear returned to its original place and landed slowly.

Just now it was the most masculine and rigid spear art, but now it is the softest strength. Between strength and softness, Zhou Qi's grasp of strength has already begun to really enter the room.

"With your kind mind, it's no wonder that you have achieved today's realm. Zhou Qi, then you should practice hard here, and I won't disturb you. No one will disturb you casually. In a few days, I will witness you It really started to become famous all over the world.”

After Lin Yanran finished speaking, she bowed and bowed, and left here.

"I don't want to be famous in the world, I want to walk in front of you in person. In the past, I always avoided and dared not face it. Now I want to gradually come to the front of the times, stepping on the stepping stones along the way, helping me Come to the Xia family. What is the boundless alchemy, what is not bad? In the world of spirits and gods, I have already surpassed it, and now, I just do it all over again!"

Thinking in his heart, Zhou Qi's gaze became firmer.

Although the spirit world and this world divide the realm of martial arts slightly differently. But at the end of the day, there are deep roots in it. In the world of spirits and gods, he didn't just achieve the indestructible body of a vajra, but achieved the final supreme state. Although his current strength is completely incomparable to that of the Spiritual God Realm, he is fearless.

This is the path that only those with great perseverance and great wisdom can take.

To a certain extent, this is more difficult than people who have cultivated little by little in this world. It doesn't just refer to the difficulty of qi and blood and physical cultivation, but also mentally. Have it all, lose it all, and get it all back.

In the dark, it has the same effect as the Taoist cutting off the three corpses.

For a whole day, Zhou Qi practiced here.

The huge shot put was as tall as a person. Zhou Qi sat cross-legged on the ground, hugged it with two arms, and rotated it in mid-air with his power. As it became more and more proficient, the voice of mercury inside was slowly transmitted. Zhou Qi didn't seek quickness, but slowly pushed and rubbed it in his arms according to a certain frequency.

While circulating in his arms, while imagining the process of the formation of alchemy in his mind, while circulating spiritual power.

It is very different from the general practice method, there are no fist moves at all. He just sat there with his eyes closed, rolling the big shot put. If someone came to see Zhou Qi practicing at this time, he would definitely think he was crazy. But if a master of Huajin comes here, he must feel that he is really brilliant.

Every move is close to the truth of heaven and earth.

Time passed quickly, and when baby Qingqing was about to leave school, Zhou Qi opened his eyes immediately.

Put the shot put on the ground, drive to school, and then buy some vegetables to go home as usual.

Apart from daily practice, Zhou Qi is happiest when he sees Qingqing's smiling face. If you want your boxing intent to be fierce and move forward indomitably, then you must find your innermost feelings. Originally, it was Xia Yiruo who supported Zhou Qi's progress, whether it was in the spirit world or here, and he had to fight for Xia Yiruo.

Now, besides Xia Yiruo, she is her precious daughter.

Many boxers have tattoos of idols and gods on their bodies, which is also their own inner touch. Only with the emotion in one's own heart can one be a warrior with a soul.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Wu Zhengguo asked Chief Li to contact Zhou Qi and asked him to come to the group.

He knew that Wu Zhengguo would be more or less aware of what happened to Zhou Qi recently, and he did not deliberately avoid it. He could also guess that Wu Zhengguo's calling him here should be related to recent events.

Going straight to Wu Zhengguo's office on the top floor, he looked at Zhou Qi in front of him, as if he couldn't see through him more and more.

From the first time this young man appeared in front of him, Wu Zhengguo had a hunch that no matter how simple his clothes were, it was difficult to hide his unique aura. Now that Zhou Qi is taking one step at a time, a strange brilliance is gradually blooming on his body, which makes Wu Zhengguo feel that the relationship between the two is becoming more and more delicate.

"Zhou Qi, you should know why I called you here today."

Wu Zhengguo lit a cigar, and Ku smiled and shook his head, "I know you are stubborn and strong, and you can't bear a little humiliation. But you don't have to almost kill Ji Qianchang, right? I found a **** trouble!"

When ordinary people hear Wu Zhengguo say this, they will definitely be grateful and thank you quickly.

But Zhou Qi could tell at a glance that Wu Zhengguo was deliberately selling his favor. How could there be no prior communication about the matter between him and Ji Qianchang? Otherwise, Ji Qianchang would not come to Zhou Qi directly.

Zhou Qi waved his hand and rejected the cigar offered by Wu Zhengguo, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, between you and me, I think it's better to get straight to the point. Come on, before that, you and Ji Qianchang talked what?"