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"Old man...wait...wait, I can't be your formal disciple, but I can be your nominal disciple. However, I will never accept the position of Sea King or the position of Guild President."

Chen Tianqiao pulled a towel from the clothes hanger and wrapped it around himself casually, with a smile on his face to show his friendliness.

After all, he is an old man. Not only did he accept disciples in the middle of the night, but he also helped a lot during the day. If others respect me an inch, I will respect them a yard. It is not a loss to be a registered disciple of his.

Unlike the previous Wu style Bajiquan, this can only be considered a transaction for money, and maybe you can learn some skills by the way.

"That's fine! As long as you are my disciple, you will be considered a member of the Martial Arts Association. In a while, I will take you and the other two to the Henan Songshan Shaolin Temple to participate in the once-in-a-century grand competition."

He nodded to show that he understood. Originally, he returned to the country at Lie's invitation to attend this feast for warriors.

"Okay, call me if you have any more questions. It's so late now. It's really not easy for me."

He yawned, leaning on a cane, and just as he was walking towards the door, he uttered this sentence.

"Hmph, kid, stop showing off. Compared to me back then, you're still a little bit behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Chen Tianqiao could think about the meaning of this sentence, he was stunned and the person had already disappeared.

"You old man! You are so evil! You still want to take advantage of me at the end?"

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, he went to the Wushu Association right after breakfast. Perhaps because the notice was issued at the last minute, he was not stopped by the security guard and then slapped in the face in the face.

Until he saw a white-haired old man lying in a rocking chair, leisurely basking in the sun.

"Boy, why did you come to see me? I was just being polite last night. Why are you really here?"

"Of course. I finally have a master, so I must learn from him. I can't let you down."

After saying that, he moved a stool in the room and sat next to Guo Haihuang to enjoy the morning sunshine together.

You know, it is mid-summer now. Even if the temperature in the morning is not too high, most people can't hold on for long. But the master and the disciple were like nothing happened, without breaking a sweat.

Time flies, and when a long time has passed, a helpless sigh is audible.

"Alright, alright, don't you know how to give way to me? You don't know how to respect the elderly. Go get me a cup of cold tea first. I'm dying of heat."

Having said that, the expression on his face did not change at all.

When Guo Haihuang trembled as he sat down at the main seat, he picked up the cold tea that the other party brought over, took a sip and said, "Now it is officially over. From now on, you are my Guo Qinglin's registered disciple."

He was stunned. He had no idea this could happen. It made him feel like he was going to regret it. This old man must be full of tricks. No wonder he could become the president of the association.

Chapter 61: Go your own way

"Tell me, what brings you to me?"

After completing the apprenticeship ceremony, Guo Haihuang, who was finally relieved, asked questions generously. After all, as a country with a ritual system that has been passed down for thousands of years, people born in this country attach great importance to rituals.

Especially in the general environment, respecting teachers and honoring learning is the mainstream, and those who bully their teachers and destroy their ancestors are ultimately only a minority.

"To be honest, I have recently hit a bottleneck in my martial arts and my skills have not improved at all. I am often troubled, so I want to find a master to help me solve my doubts."

He clasped his fists and spoke frankly. As the saying goes, a wise man is a teacher, let alone a nominal master.

"Come on, come on, let's go to the martial arts arena and practice a few moves. Then I can give you some pointers."

Afterwards, the two of them arrived at the martial arts arena with ease. Perhaps because it was early in the morning, there were not many people here at this time, only a few cats and dogs of all sizes.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, but the current state of our country cannot be changed overnight. Let's not talk about this any more. Even though you are big, I will show you a few moves first."

With a hearty laugh and a casual lift of his skirt, Guo Haihuang actually looked like a hermit.

Two hours later...

However, the entire training ground looked as if it had been ravaged by a group of dragons. There were trampled wooden floors and broken beams everywhere (the main beams were deliberately avoided). The walls around it were almost leaking air, as if it had been bombarded by cannons. The scene was horrifying beyond compare.

"Huff...Huff...Huff...Huff..., boy! You just became my disciple and you're already thinking of killing me! You almost cost me half my life!"

Guo Haihuang, soaked in sweat, lay on his back on the floor with his chest heaving violently. Although there were no scars on his body, he was obviously very tired.

"Old man, you're as slippery as a loach when you fight. If I get anxious, I'll get carried away. What's more... "

He tore off the shirt that had become tatters, revealing the bronze muscles underneath that were stained with dark blue palm prints. The bloody muscles looked particularly creepy.

"You didn't strike lightly. If an ordinary warrior was hit by this palm, even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life."

Hearing this, Guo Haihuang was extremely embarrassed. He was willing to kill his own disciple. He probably thought it was because he encountered a strong enemy and his body was fighting back instinctively.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter, both feeling that the other was quite to their liking.

“Ha~hahahaha…”

You have to know that in the battle just now, he used all his skills, including Falling Stars, Eight Vajra Postures, Qiankun Mountain and River, Extreme Liberation, and Sky-blasting Sonic.

Apart from the fact that his Tianchong Sonic Blast caused a small loss to his opponent, he was almost always in a state of being beaten. Apart from the fact that he could hardly hit his opponent, even if he hit him once, it would be like hitting a non-Newtonian fluid.

(Non-Newtonian fluid: You can imagine the state of slime yourself, or your cat lying on the ground.)

He felt so light that he was completely unaffected by any force. Every time his full-strength punch missed, he felt like vomiting blood.

"Boy, judging from the fight just now, the path you are taking is indeed very suitable for you, but have you ever thought about it? Even the Bajiquan, which is known for its ferocity, has its limits."

"Kung Fu was originally written by predecessors, so it is most suitable for the author himself, but the martial arts you have learned have reached their end, and now there is no way forward. This requires you to personally open up your own martial arts."

"Develop... your own martial arts?"

That's true. No wonder I took the initiative to innovate on the basis of Bajiquan. It turned out that the bottleneck had already appeared, but it was not until now that I was awakened.

"Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment. Please allow me to ask you for more advice in the future."

The grace of enlightenment made him call "Master" sincerely, and even his straight back was bowed to the bottom.

"Well, well, well, you are a teachable boy. Since you are so attentive, I will do my best to teach you."

At this moment, Guo Qinglin realized that his cheap disciple had finally returned home, and he couldn't help but want to have a few drinks, thinking back to the last time he drank, which was decades ago.

So in the following days, Guo Haihuang taught all his skills to others, and he also lived and ate in the martial arts association. Even Garuda's persuasion was useless.

"I wonder why you have such a poor understanding. It's obviously very simple."

As he said that, he disappeared into a training ground that was made up of a dense pile of copper hammers. Copper hammers weighing dozens of kilograms were hung up by fine steel chains. When these weapons swung, a single hit was enough to kill or cripple an ordinary person.

"Follow up quickly!"

Guo Haihuang, like a swimming fish, would occasionally stick his head out to urge him on during the swinging of the bronze hammer.

"Got it, come right now!"

Who would have thought that just as he entered the bronze hammer formation, huge hammers came from all directions, banging on him... and the shaking became greater and greater, until he was finally tied up in the center and unable to move.

I don’t know if it’s a martial arts compatibility issue, but when it comes to practicing Professor Guo Haihuang’s martial arts, he’s just copying the original without getting any of the essence.

You know, when he first practiced Bajiquan, it only took him a few days to master it. After reporting the problem to his master, Guo Haihuang was stunned for a moment and sighed deeply.

"I really want to take you as my successor, but what a pity."

"Well, according to your experience, your martial arts should belong to the path of fighting, fighting against heaven, fighting on earth, and spreading martial arts throughout the universe. I also took this path before, but my heart was broken by someone halfway through. Now I can only pin my hopes on the path of "skills", but it's a pity that it's ultimately a shortcut."

A day later, after saying hello to Garuda and Lie, he asked his master to rent a yacht in the port area. Then, in their surprised eyes, he jumped on it and sailed towards the vast ocean.

Because there is an automatic navigation system on the ship, there is no fear of getting lost at sea, or perhaps it can be said that the more skilled you are, the braver you are.

"Brother Chen is out to sea alone, isn't your sister-in-law worried at all?"

The three of them stood side by side, looking at the back of the departing ship. It was the first time that Lie saw someone dare to sail to the open sea alone before the typhoon storm came. The thought of this made him feel infinite pride and admiration for Chen Tianqiao.

"Typhoon... when did it happen? How come I don't know about it?"

Garuda's hands, which were knitting a sweater, trembled suddenly. The power of heaven and earth cannot be resisted by flesh and blood. This can be known just by watching the recording and video.

"Well... every morning after the six o'clock news, the weather forecast for the area will be broadcast, and the mobile phone will also push relevant information."

Hearing this, Garuda felt a slight pang in her heart. Neither she nor her husband liked watching the news. Since it was a custom-made phone, she could not receive any local information push without manual settings.

"It's okay. I believe my husband will come back safely. A mere storm can't trap that man!"

Although she said this, in her heart she kept praying to all the gods and Buddhas. Perhaps the tangled sweater in her hands could truly reveal her inner feelings.

Chapter 62 Ocean Disaster

On the East China Sea of ​​China, countless fishermen living along the coast were returning home in their boats. But among this group of people, only one yacht was sailing upstream, causing the fishermen who discovered it to cry out for their lives.

At this moment, Chen Tianqiao, who had turned on the automatic navigation, got out of the cab, looked at the dark skyline in front of him, and broke out in a cold sweat.

God knows why the sky, which was sunny just now, became so dark in just a few minutes. Suddenly he remembered the fishermen returning from the port, and immediately went back to the cabin and turned on the radio.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak... crack... crack... squeak. In the near future... the coastal areas of our country will have... the typhoon... "Qilin"... passing through. The wind force along the coast will be level 9, and the wind force offshore will be level 12. Please... fishermen... do not go out fishing, and pay attention to safety when traveling... squeak, squeak..."

It seemed that because of the typhoon, the radio was quickly cut off. As for the next series of noises, at this moment, Chen Tianqiao, who had just heard the typhoon warning information, had a gloomy face.

"It's not time to despair yet. Haha, I just said yesterday that I would fight against the heavens. I didn't expect that I would be caught up with it. The retribution in this life didn't come so quickly."

With a wry smile, he crossed the hatch and tied himself to the mast with a rope. This was the only way for ancient sailors to prevent themselves from being washed away by the waves. By the way, when the ship capsized, they could cut the rope and escape in time.

"Boom!"

A silver dragon was running fast on the inky black sky, thunder was roaring, and raindrops as big as fists were hitting people like stones, causing pain, making it difficult to breathe, and even difficult to open their eyes.

"Damn it! This is probably the heaviest rainstorm I've ever encountered in my life!"

Chen Tianqiao was soaked like a drowned rat. As the boat shook violently, he was completely immune to seasickness thanks to his strong physique. But if he were an ordinary person, I believe even his bile would be shaken.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, three consecutive strong lightning strikes, accompanied by dazzling light, fell on the sea near the yacht, giving him a bad premonition.

The tallest building on the sea now is undoubtedly his ship. What's even more terrifying is the mast, at least part of it is made of metal.

"Damn it! I shouldn't be so unlucky!"

Faced with the lightning that could kill him at any time, he grasped the two-finger-thick rope with veins bulging on his hands, and pulled it hard, breaking it instantly. He was able to detach from the mast in less than half a breath.

"boom!"

A dazzling white light suddenly exploded, and thunder struck the mast with great power.

In an instant, broken wood and flying silver flakes burst slowly in the air like a slow-motion movie. The electric current it brought along the moist air made people's skin numb unconsciously.

The next moment, the huge sound wave made Chen Tianqiao deaf in both ears, and then a buzzing sound occupied his entire brain. Facing the tip of the iceberg of Tianwei at close range, not only made him feel insignificant, but also aroused endless desire to conquer.

"One day! I will use one punch to stop the storm, and the whole world will be at peace and the sky will be bright."

As if it was God's response to the ants, in an instant, a 500-meter-high tsunami, shaped like a natural moat, formed on the sea not far from the ship.

What does it mean to have good fortune? Since this morning, he felt that he had used up all his life's luck on this.

He did not dare to hesitate at all. He did not even take the things prepared in the cabin with him. He rushed to the side of the ship and dived into the chaotic sea.

"Boom.."

Under the cover of night, accompanied by rumbling thunder, billions of tons of seawater fell with tremendous force, and the yacht instantly turned into scrap iron and sank into the dark sea.

Under the sea, Chen Tianqiao only felt the pressure all over his body suddenly tighten, as if an invisible giant hand was crushing his body. Fortunately, this invisible pressure came and went quickly in a few breaths.

It took a long time until he carefully surfaced. Although the waves on the sea had calmed down and the wind and rain in the sky were gradually dissipating, his yacht disappeared forever in this sudden storm.

"Alas, it's fate. I was full of fighting spirit when I set out, but now I have failed and am returning in disgrace. I hope Old Man Guo and Lie and the others won't laugh at me. Garuda was worried about me when I set out, and now that I'm back so soon, it must have fulfilled her wish."

Having just survived a natural disaster, his mind was in a mess. He raised his hand to unscrew the fluorescent compass on his wrist, aligned it in the direction he came from, and prepared to swim back to the port.

As we all know, whenever a typhoon passes through the vast ocean, it brings rich nutrients to the local marine ecology, thereby attracting a large number of fish or predators to gather.

The dark clouds had not yet dispersed, and a faint light was rising and falling on the dim sea. He had swum nearly ten nautical miles, but still could not touch the edge of the storm. Moreover, there was not a trace of breeze on the sea at this moment, and the silence was so quiet that it made people feel cold to the heart.

"Huh?! What's going on? Where did all these fish come from?!"

At some point, countless schools of fish gathered around him, including tuna, sardines, salmon, barracuda, cod, familiar and unfamiliar fish, so dense that they even lifted him out of the water.

Faced with this rare phenomenon, an adjective suddenly appeared in his mind, "fish tide!", before he could think about the details.

Suddenly, his mind trembled as if an electric shock had occurred. His biological instinct made him feel that death was at hand, and it was getting closer and closer as time passed. He then thought of the sea fish under him.

"Oh no! I have to get out of here!"

Bang, he exerted his full strength and jumped up like a grasshopper. He ran for hundreds of meters on the land where the fish schools were located. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the sense of crisis subsided.