I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 95 On the Tao (on shelves tomorrow, please order first)
With chopsticks of beef in his hand, Su Heng hovered in mid-air.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Apparently, he was attracted by the conversation and argument of a few people not far away.

Su Heng had heard of Chu Feng's name when he first came to Yunzhou.

At that time, Chu Feng and Xue Longwu, the third leader of Chifengzhai, had a battle outside the city, and they were at a disadvantage. It was a clan elder from Tianhu Villa who came forward to bring him back.

Unexpectedly...

Only less than half a year has passed.

As a veteran master, Xue Longwu was almost beaten to death by Chu Feng.

This kind of martial arts progress is really impressive.The strong men of the older generation were mercilessly photographed ashore and beaten to death.

"I heard that in the near future, our Yaowang Valley will have a fight with Tianhu Mountain Villa to determine the ownership of some businesses in Dongfeng District of Yunzhou Prefecture. When Feng meets, I don't know who will win and who will lose between the two."

There was another conversation at the nearby wine table.

The one who spoke this time was a shy round-faced girl in her twenties.

"It's really hard to say." The middle-aged man with the appearance of a scribe thought for a while and said, "Senior Brother Shi Qiuyu's cultivation is also quite good. Last year, he even had a head-to-head confrontation with an expert in the refining oven. Records. In my opinion, although Chu Feng's strength is not weak, and he is in the limelight, he still has a long way to go from our senior brother in Medicine King Valley."

"Haha, we have nothing to do with these things."

The young man with the appearance of a skinny monkey laughed and said, "Whether it's Shi Qiuyu, the elder brother, or Chu Feng, the young owner of Tianhu Villa, they are too far away from us. We ordinary people, just An Sheng and go to the theater."

"You're right, but..." The middle-aged scribe shook his head with a wry smile on his face.

Several people at the table began to eat with big mouthfuls, without further talking.

Other voices came one after another from the side. There was news that the Great Moon Emperor's Court sent hundreds of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress the Haozhou Sequoia Army, and there was also news that the Ningzhou White Lotus Sect was quickly gaining momentum.

and so on.

Su Heng thought of the scene when he parted with Zhu Hongwu.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a year passed by in a hurry. After careful calculation, if everything goes well, the current Zhu Hongwu should have joined the group.

As for what kind of development can be achieved in the future, it all depends on personal opportunities and abilities.

Su Heng doesn't have many friends, and Zhu Hongwu is one of them.

I just hope to have the opportunity to meet again in the future.

In addition to these news, the most talked about is still about the real dragon.

Someone swears that they have witnessed the battle between the master of refining the gods and the real dragon. The scene is grand, with heavy rain pouring down, rivers and rivers reeling, and the mountains and forests collapsed in the aftermath of the battle.

These news are of course false.

Even a martial artist is still in the human category.

It is absolutely impossible to change the degree of destruction of the geographical environment by oneself.

only…

Similar messages are becoming more and more intensive.

From another point of view, it also shows that the law of the appearance of the real dragon seems to be being calculated and captured by people, as if an invisible big net is gradually forming.

Just waiting for the right time, place and people to fall from the sky and catch them all!
Su Heng had eaten.

Go to the front desk to settle the bill, and then strode out of the tavern.

Bowing his head to the Sutra Pavilion, Su Heng skillfully ran to the fourth floor.

Although the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion is open to outer disciples first, they still need to pay an extra fee to enter it.

Therefore, there are significantly fewer people here.

There were only a few young disciples in the corner who were burying their heads in their studies without making a sound.

Su Heng stood in the hall on the fourth floor, looked around, and saw old man Mo near the window.The old man was holding a greasy pancake in his left hand, while his right hand kept scratching his head.

The white and greasy dandruff fluttered and fell like snowflakes under the sunlight.

Some fell on the chessboard in front of old man Mo, some fell on the dirty trouser legs, and some fell on the oily biscuits.

Su Heng was speechless for a while.

He came to old man Mo, pulled a chair over and sat down.

Before he could explain his reason for coming, old man Mo said, "How about playing chess with me?"

"can."

Su Heng raised Erlang's legs casually and nodded.

The friendship between the two is quite good, in the past few months.

Su Heng encountered problems in martial arts practice, so he came to old man Mo for advice.

Old man Mo's knowledge is profound, and his level of martial arts is even more unpredictable. A casual sentence or two can make Su Hengmao suddenly enlightened and benefit a lot.

And in return.

Su Heng also often brought old man Mo some fresh exotic animal meat or some new interesting gadgets that appeared in the market, etc.

Old man Mo threw aside the biscuits in his hand, and then cleaned up the chess pieces on the chessboard.

He grabbed a chess piece casually, his fingers hanging in mid-air.

After a little hesitation, Old Man Mo scratched his chin and said, "How about this, I'll let you seven, you go first."

"Two sons."

Su Heng grabbed a handful from the chess basket and said calmly.

"Give you two sons?" Old Mo raised his head, glanced at Su Heng, and said with a smile, "Then you are doomed."

"I gave you two sons."

Su Heng retorted seriously, his face full of seriousness.

Hearing this, old man Mo was obviously taken aback.But looking up at Su Heng's swearing expression, he thought of all the strange ideas the other party showed.

For a moment, old man Mo didn't dare to be careless, and he really dropped two sunspots on the chessboard first.

After half an hour.

The black pieces are connected together, and there are almost no traces of white pieces on the chessboard.

Su Heng was killed by old man Mo, he threw away his helmet and armor, and was defeated.

"Fuck!" Old Man Mo said speechlessly, "You don't even know how to fuck!"

"I didn't say I could play chess." Su Heng replied seriously, "Anyway, no matter how I play, I will definitely lose in the end. It's better to win the opponent in terms of momentum before making a move. This is my goal." Chess way!"

"What kind of nonsense are you!"

Old man Mo looked at the other person's face full of words.

While he was speechless, he gradually felt that there was some truth in these words.

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about it." Old Mo grabbed a handful of his thinning gray hair, and asked, "What is your son looking for me this time?"

(End of this chapter)