Hong Kong Island: Chaos reigns, I suppress it all with a single hand.

Profound internal strength often has the effect of preserving youth.

Despite being several decades old, the Fire-Worker Monk, aside from his silver-white hair and Mediterranean-style haircut, was extremely energetic.

His face was rosy, and even though he was completely paralyzed, he looked very strong.

Although there were some black spots on the surface of his teeth, it seemed more like they were caused by something he ate. Judging from the condition of his other teeth and gums, he certainly didn't look like an elderly person...

It's simply a medical miracle.

As for the glowing light emanating from his body, especially his face, like a keyboard breathing light, it was even more impossible to explain using the science that Qi Ming was familiar with.

He feigned an air of authority and said, "Boy, give this old man the roast chicken!"

The movie star laughed, "I thought you were a monster, but it turns out you're just a person, dragging around such a huge stone ball. With your skills, if you want to eat pheasants, go catch them yourself!"

The Fire-Worker Monk secretly admired Qi Ming's courage, but his expression grew increasingly fierce.

"My martial arts skills are so high, if you don't follow me, I'll eat you... I haven't eaten anyone in a long time!"

Qi Ming laughed heartily, "That won't scare me! First, I'm cold and hungry right now. If I don't eat something hot, I'll be sick and unable to get up by tomorrow morning, and I'll die anyway. Second, I haven't bathed for half a month. I sweated a lot on my way from Nanyang to Wudang to become an apprentice, and I really stink. You'll be suffocated by the stench before you even take a bite!"

"What?!"

The Fire-Worker Monk angrily retorted, "You want to become a disciple of Wudang?"

He disliked Zhang Sanfeng and didn't want his long-awaited disciple, the movie star Qi, to abandon him and become some Wudang disciple!

Qi Ming feigned admiration: "The Yuan Dynasty is tyrannical, and the world is in turmoil. Every man of ambition wants to rise up against the Yuan, and I also want to join the army! But I'm only this big, and I know nothing about martial arts. Zhang Sanfeng is the number one master in the world, so of course I want to learn a few moves from him before going to the battlefield and hoping to earn a title and secure a good future for my family!"

If Zhang Wuji could use provocation to force Huo Gong Tuotou to learn the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Qi Ming could certainly do the same!

There's no need to say anything else, just keep praising Zhang Sanfeng.

Huo Gong Tuo Tou was no match for Zhang Sanfeng, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, so he had no choice but to place his hopes on his own disciples, who were superior to all of Zhang Sanfeng's disciples.

Therefore, it's really easy to motivate him to pass on his skills by using Zhang Sanfeng's name.

As for him eating people... no one comes over, so who would he eat? It's just bragging and scaring people.

"No!"

The Fire-Worker Monk advised, "Zhang Sanfeng is indeed formidable, otherwise I wouldn't have been defeated by him. But his skills aren't something you can easily learn! His disciples are all useless good-for-nothings. If you learn from them, you'll never become a master in your life! Learn from me, become my disciple! I will impart to you supreme divine skills!"

"you?"

Qi Ming said dismissively, "Please forgive me, senior. I didn't mean to look down on you at all, but Master Zhang is the best in the world, while you are... Senior, please don't be angry. I really didn't mean to belittle you, it's just..."

"That's enough!"

The Fire-Worker Monk resolutely said, "I have waited for so many years and finally you have arrived. This means that we are destined to be master and disciple. You should immediately kowtow and become my disciple, and give me the roasted chicken. After I have eaten and drunk my fill, I will pass on my skills to you."

Qi Ming "obediently" stuck the roast chicken into the vine around his neck, then said in a serious tone:

"Since you want to eat, senior, I can't be stingy. Anyway, I still have some dry rations, enough for me to sneak into Wudang from the back mountain and steal some martial arts skills!"

Damn it, even Wudang doesn't want you, and you still want to steal their skills?

The fire-working monk became increasingly agitated.

His feelings at this moment were like those of a simp after discovering that the goddess he had been longing for was someone else's contracted beast.

Seeing this, Qi Ming took a few steps back, even picking up his luggage, and said goodbye with a smile:

"The moonlight is lovely tonight. I can travel a little further, so I won't disturb your meal any longer, senior."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Without saying a word, the Fire-Worker Monk immediately let out a "heh" and used his qi to control two vines, which wrapped around Qi Ming's head and feet.

"Senior! Why is this...?"

"How could a disciple I've chosen possibly become an apprentice of Zhang Sanfeng's disciple? I'll help you circulate your energy and impart my divine skills to you!"

"Senior, no! If I learn your martial arts, I won't be able to go to Wudang..."

Qi Ming shouted and pretended to struggle.

The Fire-Worker Monk retorted angrily, "What's so great about Wudang! You brat, shut up! The Nine Yangs have appeared, and the meridians are flowing in reverse..."

After saying that, his eyes sharpened, and he transmitted two streams of golden Nine Yang True Qi through the vines into Qi Ming's body, completely controlling him, and then turned him upside down with his head down and feet up.

Qi Ming has a habit of exercising and is quite flexible.

But no matter what, he couldn't get his buttocks on his head.

Under the "soaking" effect of the intense yet not scorching Nine Yang True Qi, his entire body was stretched and flattened by the Fire Worker Monk, just like a sponge!

"The Qi in the Dantian circulates throughout the entire body!"

The Fire-Worker Monk went even further, pressing Qi Ming's two long legs against his face and then injecting more true energy into him to help him cultivate.

"one two three……"

Qi Ming silently counted to about one hundred seconds, and then he felt warm currents coursing through his body, and his temperature suddenly rose...

He felt his body temperature was no less than forty degrees Celsius, or even higher.

At this temperature, a person can easily die.

How could the Fire-Worker Monk bear to let him die?

This old man, who had mastered divine skills and defeated all the Shaolin masters, boasted that he was the best in the world, but was still defeated by Zhang Sanfeng!

Now he is not only physically disabled, but also all alone. Who in the world knows him?

He also wants a good reputation after his death.

If he could find a good apprentice to help him defeat Zhang Sanfeng's disciples and finally achieve his goal, he would feel great even if he died right now.

So he used his strength to lift Qi Ming up again and used the third vine to help him break through his acupoints and vital points!

"Sea of ​​Blood! Back Peak! Yangchi..."

With each shout, Qi Ming's corresponding acupoints would be broken, allowing the Nine Yang True Qi to circulate within his body and eventually return to his dantian!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Fire-Worker Monk laughed, "Good disciple, you already possess the power of the first level of my Nine Yang Divine Skill. You'll never be able to become a disciple of Wudang again in this lifetime, hahaha!"

Qi Ming sat up cross-legged, rubbing his chest, and said with feigned disgust:

"Senior, you've really put me in a terrible situation! You learned this martial art so quickly; it's probably not as good as Wudang's..."

"fart!"

The Fire-Worker Monk retorted angrily, "What do you know! If I hadn't expended my true energy to help you cultivate your internal energy, with your aptitude, you think you could have reached the first level of skill without at least half a year of arduous training? Wudang martial arts aren't as powerful as you think. The truly powerful one is Zhang Sanfeng! Once you master my divine skill, even if all his disciples attacked together, they would be no match for you... By the way, are you still a virgin?"

Zhang Sanfeng once commented that he did not practice martial arts as a virgin, otherwise his Nine Yang Divine Skill would have been even more powerful.

This bothered him quite a bit.