I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 761: False God Transfer, Atmosphere Group
"I will propose at the next meeting that in the future, we should not only look at the losses at the time, but also follow the relevant regulations..."

The more the old man spoke, the angrier he became. He had only heard before that Wen Yan had an excellent talent in martial arts, but he actually had no clear idea of ​​how excellent he was.

It’s like the total score is 100, and Qin Kun’s previous evaluation score was 95 points. If Wen Yan comes, it will definitely be 100 points.

But 100 points obviously cannot show Wen Yan's true talent level.

In one day, just by reading that crappy textbook, he could learn the first stage of the Lightning Thunder Fist by himself, and he could even perform it very smoothly in a fierce confrontation.

According to what the Maoshan headmaster sent, what Wen Yan had just successfully performed was the Golden Thunder Fist.

Considering that Wen Yan's bones are much harder than those of ordinary people, if he were hit by something, it would be basically the same as a head-on collision with an M390.

What a terrifying martial arts talent this is.

The old man even felt that if Wen Yan's martial arts path had not been cut off and he had not become a cultivator, he would have been able to reach the sixth stage of true martial arts in the future.

For those who have devoted their entire lives to martial arts, it is clear intellectually that even if a martial artist changes his profession to become a cultivator, he can still make a seamless transition and forge his own path on the path of a cultivator.

It is basically equivalent to paving the way for the subsequent path of martial arts in a roundabout way.

This is a great thing for many warriors who have reached the point of losing their energy and blood and are stuck.

But emotionally, warriors like this old man still hope to truly enter the sixth stage of martial arts.

It would have been fine if I hadn't felt it before, but now I can clearly feel that Wen Yan really has great hope of moving out of the sixth stage of martial arts.

The old man felt a little uncomfortable.

At his age, it doesn’t really matter whether he can get over it himself. As long as he can see someone else get over it before he dies, he can die with peace of mind.

Wen Yan saw the change in the old man's eyes and roughly guessed why, so he hurried forward and said a few words of comfort.

“It’s not a bad thing actually. If my future in martial arts hadn’t been cut off, I wouldn’t have been able to choose the path of a cultivator. In fact, the latter is more universal.

For someone like you, even if you become a cultivator, your core is still a warrior.

This profession is more like a blank sheet of paper. It all depends on how the individual paints it.

It is not impossible for a warrior to remain steadfast in the path of martial arts after changing his profession to a cultivator.

It all depends on the person's heart and their own choice, and it is very tolerant."

"You are quite open-minded and come to comfort an old guy like me." The old man smiled and patted Wen Yan's shoulder, feeling very emotional.

"You are joking. I am telling the truth. I came to see you just to learn. To be honest, my subsequent development of cultivators was basically learned thanks to the care of you seniors."

"Okay, I'll teach the founder something, and it will be impressive if I tell others about it."

The old man was very happy to be coaxed. He had no intention of keeping his knowledge to himself. Now he planned to start from the most detailed parts and teach Wen Yan carefully. He would then teach Wen Yan how to develop the technology, as well as a series of ideas and tips.

The old man glanced at Qin Kun standing beside him and smiled.

"Listen, your great-grandmaster called me personally, how can I not teach you?

When you learn to use all your strength and still be able to hold back a little, then you can get out.

You are not allowed to leave until you learn it."

The old man didn't say anything to Wen Yan. He felt that there was no way Wen Yan couldn't learn, so he wanted to teach him ideas, methods, techniques, etc., and let Wen Yan figure out the rest on his own.

Wen Yan was very happy to learn. He was actually quite average at learning the boxing techniques taught by the old man. At least he didn't master it in one day.

The old man was very happy, thinking that Wen Yan had listened to him and was learning ideas, methods, principles of techniques, etc., instead of learning boxing mechanically.

In his joy, he beat Qin Kun three times a day.

Qin Kun's strength had reached a point where it was too strong, and the old man couldn't even withstand three punches from Qin Kun.

Unfortunately, Qin Kun didn't hit his target once throughout the day.

These old warriors who have already reached the fifth stage of martial arts have accumulated a terrifying amount of experience throughout their lives. From various experiences to instinctive reactions, they can crush Qin Kun.

With this kind of training, Qin Kun would be crushed, and in a life-and-death battle, Qin Kun would only have a 20% chance of winning, and he still has the advantage of being young and strong.

And this is excluding the premise of fleeting beauty.

If the fleeting beauty is counted, during the extremely short time when the old man bloomed, even Wen Yan would have been beaten to death if he had not run away.

If the body is directly crushed, it will be impossible to lock the blood.

Of course, if Wen Yan encountered this situation, he would definitely flash away when the opponent raised his hand before blooming.

After a day of training, Wen Yan was not sleepy at night. He continued to train on the training ground until midnight before returning to the assigned room to rest.

As he fell asleep, he drifted into dreamland and felt like he was standing in front of a pavilion by the sea.

There was a girl in a light blue skirt next to him, who stretched out her hand and led him into the pavilion.

The pavilion looked simple, but once you entered it, you would find that there was a lot of space inside.

There were figures sitting inside with different clothes and appearances. On the stone platform in the center, there were two people sitting. One of them was a woman, who smiled and asked him to take a seat.

"It's really hard to see you once. If I come again, it will be like I've passed by you three times without entering.

Fortunately, you learned the art of Tongyou and became a strange ghost god.

A few months ago, several people asked me to meet you.

At that time, I wanted to ask you what you thought of the Heavenly Palace.

Do you have any idea of ​​destroying heaven?

We who have ascended here don’t really care about this matter.

If necessary, the Heavenly Palace can be destroyed.

But now, it seems that there is no point in asking this kind of question anymore.

A few days ago, the things that the Great Sage Master left in Heaven opened automatically, and there was a letter inside, which should be for you. "

There was an envelope in Wen Yan's hand, with a letter addressed to him personally by the Swordsman.

After Wen Yan opened the envelope, both the letter and the envelope disappeared.

After a long time, Wen Yan opened his eyes and lay motionless on the bed, recalling the memories in his mind.

He was not dreaming, he was just remembering it now.

That day in the Mazu Temple, the fake god disappeared for a while, and now Wen Yan knows where the fake god went.

The false god was used as a communication relay station, bringing back some of the words and things that were meant to be said to him.

And the false gods certainly didn’t know what he went through that day.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, and his consciousness appeared in front of the mountains in his mind. In front of the first stone door, a stone platform appeared with a letter on it.

He went to open the letter, and the words inside flew out, transforming into a skinny figure in a tattered Taoist robe. "The latecomer, the fact that you can see this letter proves that you have already obtained the sword tip and have been recognized.

No matter how you get it, no matter how you get the recognition, it doesn’t matter.

That day, I spent my entire life thinking and finally came up with an immature idea.

I killed the sorcerer and used the sorcerer's luck and the foundation of the Qin and Han dynasties to build the foundation of the Heavenly Court.

From then on, our Taoist sect has found a way to pass on many magical skills.

I don’t know how many years have passed now, and I don’t know how many things have appeared on the foundation of the Heavenly Palace.

If the Heavenly Palace is a hindrance to the common people and is robbed by thieves, then you should destroy the Heavenly Palace.

If the power in heaven falls into the hands of bandits, they will be killed.

I bear all the sins on my own.

We must not repeat the same mistakes and allow Heaven to become the most unjust place in the world."

The Taoist spoke slowly and calmly, and then he started talking about some things as if he was chatting about his daily life.

Wen Yan just listened quietly. This Taoist was not a residual consciousness, nor a projection, but just the letter.

The Taoist priest was actually created just to facilitate communication, to ensure that no matter how the text or meaning changes, the person receiving the letter can ultimately understand the original meaning of the letter.

Wen Yan opened his eyes again and it was already dawn.

He got up, washed, and went to the practice room.

He had heard before that Heaven was the foundation of the Tao established by the Great Sage Teacher, which was the basis for everything that came after.

All the gods and people who ascended to heaven later were built on this foundation.

It took two thousand years to develop into the heavenly palace of today. It was not achieved overnight, nor was it the work of one person.

But unexpectedly, the Great Sage Master had made preparations from the very beginning and left behind the most extreme means.

If the direction of Heaven deviates seriously, it is time to use the most extreme measures.

The most stringent rule in heaven is that those who ascend have no self-awareness.

Even the living people who existed before the emergence of heaven, after they were deified, the gods who appeared in heaven also had to follow this rule.

This situation is more like the differentiation of a projection of a clone without self-awareness and entering the heaven to work.

Wen Yan guessed that it must be the guy who wanted to become a god and preserve his self-awareness, and almost succeeded, but broke the rules and triggered something.

Wen Yan didn't pay much attention to this matter, because the Heavenly Court is doing well now, and everyone agrees to the rules. In fact, generations after generations have been maintaining this set of procedures and constantly patching them.

After the spiritual energy revived, Wen Yan felt that it would be very dangerous if there was only one system, but it was good like this now.

The letter disappeared, leaving only an ordinary stone platform.

New memories continued to emerge in Wen Yan's mind, all of which were relayed by the fake god, the communication satellite.

I don’t know why it’s only today that those experiences and the words I said to him were transmitted to me.

After much thought, it might be that his mental state was not good before, and he has returned to normal in the past two days under the care of Doctor Wei.

After two rounds of boxing and breakfast, there was another old man here today. This old man had a lot of scars on his body, but for some reason, his energy and blood showed no signs of decline, and he could even fight Qin Kun head-on.

He had only been studying for two hours when the director's chief secretary came to him and said he had something to ask.

When I arrived at the director's office, the chief secretary had already made tea for me.

"Take a seat. There is a meeting this afternoon. If you have nothing to do, go and attend it."

"Hmm? What will it be?"

“It was the cultural exchange conference, which was considered the opening ceremony. Many people from the Nanyang Alliance came, and there were also people from the neighboring island countries.

Then there were also representatives from Europa and Robin, so there were quite a lot of people.

Moreover, it is a diplomatic person who is in charge and is treating this matter as a diplomatic matter.

They were worried that they couldn't control the situation and needed someone to go over there.

Some old guys are not easy to deal with if they encounter some problems.

So, you need to go.

After all, young people are full of energy, and nominally you are not a regular member of the Lieyang Tribe.

Whatever you do, there is always room for maneuver.”

When Wen Yan heard this, he knew there might be some trouble.

"What does this do? What does it include? Can you be more specific?"

"When something happens, don't beat someone to death on the spot, then everything will be easy to deal with."

Wen Yan was shocked. Oh my god, a meeting chaired by a diplomat should be considered a formal meeting after all. Would he really kill someone?
After thinking about it for a while, Wen Yan had an idea.

"Director, is there any evil sect, demon, or dark creature from the Nanyang Alliance?"

"They are not evil as you think, but they are somewhat related. They have no conflicts with Shenzhou. They are here for cultural exchange and as investors, and they have their official endorsement. As long as they don't do anything illegal in Shenzhou, we naturally can't burn them to death on the spot without any reason."

"Oh, I see. Then I'll just be there to help with the applause."

Wen Yan agreed to the task and set off with the car at noon.

The venue was neither suburban nor urban, and they were quite good at choosing locations.

Wen Yan arrived early and chatted with the diplomat. After a few polite words, he found his own water sign, sat there with his eyes closed, and continued to digest the memories brought back by the fake god.

Participants appeared one after another. When several people from the Nanyang Alliance appeared at the venue and saw Wen Yan sitting in the first row, and then saw the name on the sign in front of Wen Yan, they couldn't help but stop in their tracks and spoke in lower voices.

Then several big demons appeared together. Seeing Wen Yan closing his eyes to rest, they all straightened their faces, straightened their suits, found their seats with solemn expressions, and sat there motionless without speaking to each other.

The staff were guiding the foreign guests to their seats.

Just now outside, everyone was chatting happily, but after entering the venue, the atmosphere immediately became serious.

The person in charge of the venue stood at the back door, looking at this situation, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his mood became a little happier.

If Wen Yan doesn't want to sit on the podium, then he can sit in the first row. It's fine as long as you're willing to give me face.

Just now there was a representative of Robin, who was said to have witch blood. Even though he didn't realize what power the other party used, he was still able to fool people and make them lose their way. It seemed like he was born with the ability to charm.

But since she knew Wen Yan was coming, the witch's temperament changed. Now she was wearing a women's suit, and her face seemed to have changed a little. She had the temperament of a professional, calm, sober and professional, without any coquettishness.

These people are very cunning and they didn't give Wen Yan any chance to open his eyes.

(End of this chapter)