Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Slap me to death, you kid is not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!"

Fu Biao was furious and murderous, and his dissatisfied face with frostbite distorted for a while, making it even more ferocious and terrifying.

"What's so weird about shooting you to death?"

Jiang Tianshi approached the past calmly, and said with disdain:

"It's nothing if the internal strength is perfect, even if your master is here, I can slap him to death!"

"You're so tired of living! That's fine, today, I'm going to kill all of you and show off the prestige of my master!"

Fu Biao clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were filled with murderous aura, and fierce light burst out, like a vicious tiger that chooses someone to eat.

In his mind, the master is like a god on high, who can walk on water, fly over eaves and walls, cultivate qi into a gang, condense qi into a soldier, hurt people in the air, and blow up an armored vehicle with one punch.

In the vast Huaxia, the master can run amok, talk and laugh freely, but this kid in front of him dares to insult the master, he should be ashamed to relieve his hatred.

"Jiang Tian, ​​shut up, you want to die, don't drag us!"

"Master Fu, it's just that Jiang Tian is disrespectful to you, we have already surrendered, please spare us!"

Seeing that Fu Biao's fierceness was aroused, everyone in the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall accused Jiang Tian one after another, and fell to their knees scrambling to the ground.

"See? This is the attitude you should have."

Seeing this, Fu Biao smiled triumphantly, pointed at Jiang Tian and said contemptuously:

"Little Huangkou, you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. My master is a master of martial arts, and you are not even as good as an old man!"

"Martial arts master? In Jiang Taichu's eyes, he is like scum!" Jiang Tian sneered and pointed.

The Eighteen Forms of Immortal Martial Arts, Break the Galaxy!

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The true essence condensed and formed, and a giant sword about seven or eight meters long swept across all directions like a knife cutting through water.

With a loud bang, the wall beside Jiang Tian was slashed through and completely collapsed, and the strong wind rushed in, kicking up thousands of feet of dust.

Where the Qi Sword passed, everything collapsed and turned into dust, making a mess.

When the dust settled, everyone looked at the terrible hole, stunned and stunned.

Their eyeballs are protruding, as if they are about to fall out of their eye sockets, and their mouths can be filled with a fist.

"Oh my god, condensing Qi into soldiers, and such a powerful and terrifying Qi Sword..."

Li Zhenwei looked dull, trembling as if seeing a god: "Could it be that he is the legendary martial arts master!"

The realm of cultivation, the master of martial arts, can cultivate qi into a gang, condense qi into an army, hurt people from a distance, and no one can fight.

Those are rare existences, looking at Huaxia, there are only a handful of them.

They are all giants who dominate one side, and they can sit on an equal footing with the provincial leaders and those officials in the frontier.

Moreover, even these well-known martial arts masters are nothing more than condensing a few wind blades and disappearing in an instant.

How can it be like Jiang Tian who condenses Qi into a sword, if it has substance, it is so powerful that it seems to be able to cut through the sky!

If this is not a martial arts master, then who dares to be called a master?

"I have a sword that can cut off the galaxy!"

Jiang Tian smiled calmly, put away his Qi sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "I wonder if Jiang is qualified to fight your master?"

"Is this still a human?" Long Wulong Gaitian, Li Zhenwei and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Raising your hand to condense a seven or eight meter long Qi sword, it's like a demon god alive!" The disciples of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall were all dumbfounded.

Jiang Tian's strength was beyond what they could have imagined.

"Master Jiang is mighty and domineering!" Sister Dongdong raised her arms and shouted with admiration, instantly becoming Jiang Tian's loyal fan.

"Condensation into soldiers, martial arts master!"

Fu Biao had already been frightened by Jiang Tian's "Broken Galaxy" to the point of death, sweating profusely.

Although there is only one word difference between a martial arts master and a grand master, their strength is a world of difference.

It can be said that if he fights with Jiang Tian, ​​he will not be able to withstand a single move, and he will die unexpectedly.

Fu Biao wandered around the streets in his early years, and later joined the martial arts master's sect. He has experienced innumerable fights in his life and has extremely rich experience. He naturally understands the truth that if he loses, he will flee thousands of miles away.

He didn't turn around at all, kicked his feet on the ground, and with the help of the majestic counter-shock force, he smashed through the glass window like a meteor, fell ten meters away from the attic, took big strides, and ran wildly.

"How is it possible for a martial arts master in his twenties!"

The foreground quickly retreated, and Fu Biao left an afterimage in the air, screaming in his heart:

"My master was on the Siberian plateau, with the help of the resources of the Russian Northern Army, he practiced hard for decades, and he did not reach the cultivation level until he was seventy years old. This kid must not be a human, but a magic fetus, or a god!"

Extremely frightened, Fu Biao ran even faster, running a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, I just want to run now, isn't it too late?"

Jiang Tian stood by the window, shook his head with a wry smile, raised Yubai's fist, and punched that figure from afar.

A hundred meters away, Fu Biao's clothes were torn and his chest bulged in the shape of a fist. Then he spewed blood and flew out, falling to the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

"Grandmaster, it is indeed extraordinary!"

"Concentrate your energy into a fist, volley a hundred meters in the air to kill people, it turns out that these legends are true, the old man can see it today, death is worth it!"

Seeing this scene, Li Zhenwei smiled, and the smile grew bigger and bigger. Although it was silent, it was hard to hide the pain in his heart.

He had never seen the real master, only heard about it.

His cultivation also stopped at his inner strength, and he hadn't made any progress in the past ten years. He even suspected that these legends were all made up by his predecessors.

But today, he believed it!

Under the attic, Zhou Zhenghao was clutching his buttocks and moaning as he got up. Seeing this scene, he was stunned:

"I'll go. Fu Biao died. Could it be that he was killed by a sniper rifle? Brother Wu still has such background?"

He limped over, saw that it was really Fu Biao, kicked him over, and said cursingly:

"Nimma, let you throw me away, let you throw me away! I fell so badly that my ass almost rotted, let me throw away your mother!"

"Boss Zhou, he's not dead yet, be careful!" Jiang Tian's voice came from afar.

"Mom!"

Zhou Zhenghao was so frightened that he jumped three feet away, like avoiding a snake and scorpion, and ran to the attic like a girl.

"Brother Long Wu, whoever killed Fu Biao must be rewarded!" Entering the attic, Zhou Zhenghao shouted happily.

Jiang Tian rolled his eyes and said, "Boss Zhou, it seems that you don't have confidence in me either. You brought me here to make soy sauce?"

"What? You killed it, you, you are stronger than Master Li Zhenwei?" Zhou Zhenghao looked dumbfounded.

"Boss Zhou, what are you talking about, how dare this old man compare with Master Jiang, aren't you hurting me?"

Li Zhenwei waved his hands in fright, then knelt down in front of Jiang Tian like a faithful believer, and said with shame and nervousness on his face:

"Master Jiang, your lord has a lot, please forgive me for being dim-sighted and not seeing Master Jiang's cultivation."

"Master Jiang!"

"Master Jiang, please accept my worship!"

Many disciples of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall knelt down one after another, with expressions of nervousness and reverence on their faces.

Such as worshiping the devil!

In the world of warriors, the strong are respected.

Jiang Tian's cultivation was beyond their reach or even imaginable, and this bow was sincere.

"Master Jiang, please accept me as an apprentice!" Long Gaitian also fell to his knees, earnestly pleading.

Jiang Tian's mind was calm, he was not the kind of person waiting for revenge, he stretched out his hand to help Li Zhenwei up, and said with a gentle smile: "Master Zhenwei, those who don't know are not guilty, get up quickly!"

"Master Jiang, how dare I call him a master in front of you..." Li Zhenwei admired Jiang Tian with all his heart, and threw himself into the ground.

At a young age, his cultivation is earth-shattering, but he is not surprised by favor or humiliation, and is approachable, without arrogance. This kind of calm and diluted disposition has not been cultivated in martial arts for decades, which makes him sigh.

"You seem to have suffered some internal injuries. I will prescribe a prescription for you to recuperate!"

Jiang Tian connected his broken bones, fixed them with table leg cloth strips, found a pen and paper, and began to write the prescription.

Watching Jiang Tianbi take the lead, Li Zhenwei was moved to tears, bowed deeply, and tremblingly said in the most admirable tone of his life:

"Master Jiang, when we meet today, I am disrespectful to you, and I have repeatedly disrespected you, but you, an old man, even set my bones and healed my injuries. This kind of heart and courage really makes me old, so old..."

He choked up for a while, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart, full of admiration and gratitude. At this moment, he would not hesitate to let him die for Jiang Tian.

"They are all people in martial arts, so why be polite!"

Jiang Tian waved his hand with a smile, and after prescribing the prescription, he handed it to Li Zhenwei:

"Master Li, take one dose a day, and after a month, your cultivation should be restored by 70% to 80%!"

"Thank you Master Jiang! Great kindness, great virtue, never to be forgotten!" Li Zhenwei knelt down again to thank him, leaving Jiang Tian helpless.

"Master Jiang's skills, Xiaolong, I really admire! Please move to the villa in front, let's refill the wine and re-open the banquet, have a good drink!"

The enemy was gone, and Long Wu's heart fell to the ground. He nodded and sat down in a begging gesture, with a flattering smile on his face.

He is the majestic underground emperor of Linzhou, who is nearly fifty years old. He is usually majestic and unsmiling, but at this moment he is showing such a low profile in front of Jiang Tian, ​​which looks very funny.

"Okay, I'm really hungry..." Jiang Tian nodded slightly and smiled, and Long Wu hurriedly led the way.

Although Li Zhenwei was seriously injured, it was a rare opportunity to meet Jiang Tian and other cultivation wizards, so he insisted on attending the banquet.

In a luxuriously decorated restaurant, illuminated by a crystal chandelier, a large revolving round table is filled with delicacies, delicacies from mountains and seas, and several bottles of high-end red wine worth hundreds of thousands.

Long Wu, Zhou Zhenghao, Long Gaitian, and Li Zhenwei accompanied Jiang Tian, ​​drinking and chatting, expressing their admiration.

As for Long Gaitian, the well-known top young man in Linzhou, he was only qualified to serve Jiang Tian tea and wine.

"Master Jiang, from now on, you will be my big brother. There are hundreds of brothers in the Longwei Society. Listen to Mr. Jiang's orders!"

Long Wu slapped his chest loudly, and said excitedly and admiringly: "Master Jiang, if you are interested, you will be the president of the Longwei Society from now on, and I will give you half of the property!"