After Wang Xiaojun opened the viewing door, the first thing he saw was a statue of god as high as four or five meters. Before the statue, there were candles and incense on the large altar, as well as various fruit and tributes. The piece of watermelon that hit him just now came from this altar. In addition to the above things, there was also an old man with disheveled face. The man stood on the altar facing the statue. He had just untied his pants and seemed to be peeing at the statue! At this time, he heard the sound of the door, turned his head and stared at Wang Xiaojun with a burning look, "Did you say you want to fight me?"

Wang Xiaojun was very surprised. Although he was an atheist, he knew that in temples and Taoism, he should respect other people's beliefs. Not to mention peeing at the statue of the gods, even if he stepped on the threshold, he could not help but dumbfounded and said, "Damn, you are having a big deal?"

The unkempt old man was dressed in disheveled clothes and was dirty and smelly. He was hit by a child who was caught like a prank. He first smiled and then shouted loudly: "Do you beat me or not? If I don't beat me, I'll pee!"

Wang Xiaojun already has eight points in his mind: It seems that this is a lunatic, but he can't ignore this situation. He said with kindness: "You come down first, I'll take you to eat delicious food. Read the novel."

The crazy old man laughed when he heard this, and Wang Xiaojun laughed when he saw that there was a door.

"Don't lie to me!" The crazy old man Leng Ding grabbed a Qingtao and threw it over. Wang Xiaojun heard a whoosh. The Qingtao had arrived in front of the door with strength. He was shocked again. The crazy old man actually had martial arts! And he killed Tang Sisi in seconds, regardless of the strength of his hand or the accurate head! He was even stronger than Tang Que!

Wang Xiaojun turned his head hard before he could barely dodge. Before he could stand firm, he smashed the apple, banana, watermelon and other tributes one after another. Wang Xiaojun was beaten so hard that he jumped straight away. He simply waved his palms and grabbed everything from the opposite side and threw it on the ground. Seeing this, the crazy old man lit up his eyes and shouted: "It's still a hard hand!" His body moved slightly and he came to Wang Xiaojun in an instant. He shouted again: "Beat you!"

When Wang Xiaojun saw that the crazy old man was using a palm, he decided three points in his heart first, but the other party's palm seemed to be weak. When he arrived in front of him, he suddenly heard a sound of wind and thunder. Wang Xiaojun felt something was strange. He went to take his right palm to take this move, and his left palm touched behind him to grab his collar. He thought to himself that even if the crazy old man's move was exquisite, he would definitely not be his opponent with his palm power. Unexpectedly, the palm edge just touched the other party's skin, and the crazy old man turned around in place. Wang Xiaojun felt as if he was hitting a giant gyro with a speed of tens of thousands in one second, and his body was also being turned around. Three words popped up in his heart: Tai Chi!

The crazy old man stood steadily at the local area, watching Wang Xiaojun spinning to the door like a ballet, and he was so happy that he leaned back and forth, then clapped his hands and said, "You slap your hand, what's your name?"

Wang Xiaojun was secretly frightened. To be fair, the reason why he did not underestimate the enemy just now was very simple. Subconsciously, he told himself that this was Wudang, and that any person might be a hidden master. The result was such a crazy old man. He really didn't touch someone's side. Wang Xiaojun said casually: "What's your name?"

The crazy old man said, "I'm calling you a bitter boy."

Wang Xiaojun kept complaining. The other party was a martial arts madman with great martial arts skills. He didn't know what connection he had with the Wudang Sect. This fight was not glorious no matter whether he won or lost. The main reason was that he could not win. While touching the door, he said, "It's too late, I'm going to go back to sleep..." He suddenly stepped out of the door, looked up in the bright moonlight and saw three big words written on the plaque of the Taoist temple he had just come out: Zixiao Palace.

Wang Xiaojun was even more amused and cried. He was in Wudang, and he knew that the Wudang Mountain Lord Palace was Zixiao Palace. The Zixiao Palace was enshrined in the Wudang Lord Emperor Zhenwu. If it weren't for his stopping it, this great god would have to suffer the greatest disaster in eternal... He couldn't help but wonder that such an important holy land was not protected. No one could protect a crazy old man. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaojun, Leng Ding, found that there were two security guards lying on the ground at the gate of Zixiao Palace, and it seemed that he had been knocked unconscious.

When the bitter boy saw Wang Xiaojun go out, he jumped out of the hall and said, "Don't leave, you have to fight with me!"

Wang Xiaojun shook his hands and said, "We have no grudges and no grudges, why should I fight with you?"

Ku Chi'er was stunned, obviously because he was asked, but immediately laughed and said, "You are the only one in the mountains who don't use Tai Chi, I just love to fight you!"

Wang Xiaojun became more and more aware of the obedience. The old man was indeed from the Wudang Sect. However, for some reason, he was not clear about his mind. He used the same routine when he fought with the Taoist priests. In his eyes, Wang Xiaojun was happy to see the hunting, so he naturally refused to let him go easily. Wang Xiaojun didn't even think too much about the bitter boy, and he was still attacking Wang Xiaojun with his palm. Wang Xiaojun had to wave his palm to fight with him.

Wang Xiaojun complained in this fight. Ku Chi'er lacked intelligence. He had no skills in every punch and palm. He just had a simple and rough direct attack. However, compared with his poor attacking techniques, his defensive skills were overwhelming. Wang Xiaojun was about to slap him over and over again, and was dissolved by a magical flow of energy. Whenever Wang Xiaojun was either led out or his arms were so painful, the other party was like a tomato seed between his lips and teeth. No matter how your teeth were chased, it would slip away and not be subjected to force. This means that he could hit you, and you would never be able to hit him. The more Wang Xiaojun tried, the less energetic he was. The words "Wudang Tai Chi" became more and more mysterious in his heart!

Wang Xiaojun learned to wrap his silk hand in Emei and defeated Yubachuan to be honest, but at this moment he was entangled by a crazy old man and his former passion turned into a sense of powerlessness. After more than a dozen rounds, Wang Xiaojun glanced at the statue of the Emperor Zhenwu in the hall from a distance and muttered in a low voice: "Grandpa Zhenwu, my ability is limited, and I am very kind to you. I have to take a step first!" He pushed the bitter boy with both hands and forced him to retreat, and then ran away.

The Kuai'er's body flashed in front of Wang Xiaojun and said with great interest: "Why are you running again? I haven't played enough yet!" It turns out that his light skills are also very good...

When Wang Xiaojun met such an opponent who could not beat and run away, he shouted that he was not effective every day. He wanted to die. He said angrily: "Old miss, do whatever you want. Can't I stop you again?"

Ku Chia shook her head and said, "I just want to fight with you."

Wang Xiaojun gradually realized that the reason why Ku Haier likes to pester him was because of his strong palm power. Whenever Ku Haier was able to resolve it, it was like a child who learned a new skill and enjoyed it. At that moment, Wang Xiaojun deliberately tried a few tricks with him. Sure enough, Ku Haier said unhappily: "Why are you not exerting your strength?" As he spoke, he slapped Wang Xiaojun on the shoulder. Wang Xiaojun was in pain and couldn't help but curse: "Are you done, old madman?"

"Hahaha, old madman." The bitter boy seemed very fresh when he heard others scolding him, and kept repeating "Old madman, old madman, I am an old madman."

Wang Xiaojun's sense of powerlessness deepened again, not only could he not be beaten and ran away, but the other party was also immune to verbal attacks. He was deeply fascinated by the word "old madman" and didn't care who he was scolding...

Wang Xiaojun could no longer bear it. He suddenly stood up and said seriously: "I was wrong with Lao Ku. How could you let me go?" His arms were sore and numb. The energy of Ku Chi'er's body rebounded very strongly. Wang Xiaojun had hit dozens of palms like a master with equal skills. The silk-wrapped hand is also the most gentle skill in the world, and he could not avoid Ku Chi'er's rebound!

Seeing that the opponent stopped fighting, Ku Chie also stopped in confusion and said, "You haven't told me what your name is yet."

Wang Xiaojun said respectfully: "My name is Wang Xiaojun. Can I leave now?" He saw that the other party was just crazy and didn't seem to be very vicious, hoping to use the tactic of mercy.

"No, I still want to fight with you!" Ku Chi'er refused quite simply.

Wang Xiaojun collapsed and said, "Beat your sister!" He jumped into the bushes next to him, and ran away in a serpentine shape.

"Beat your sister and beat your sister!" The bitter boy liked to learn new words again, and danced with his hands and feet and danced down.

Wang Xiaojun was really trying his best now. When his body was mobilized to the limit, his mind was also moving rapidly. He was thinking about this principle: people like Ku Chi-er who lacked intelligence can only be wise. While running, he picked up a stone the size of a fist with his toes, and waved his palms in the air toes to strike out the stone from afar. His body suddenly flashed behind a tree, and he couldn't help but be amazed by his wit. This move of luring the tiger away from the mountain really brought all his martial arts and wisdom. He didn't care so much when he hit Yu Bachuan...

The stone flew away, and silence was restored to the point of silence. As the bitter boy was also led away, Wang Xiaojun let out a sigh and said, "It's so fucking scary!" Then he heard someone behind him and said carefully: "Who are you talking about?"

Wang Xiaojun fell face to the ground, laying in the haystack and said helplessly: "You kill me, I won't run away or fight you." It turned out that the bitter boy was following him all the time...

At this moment, there was a noise in the direction of Zixiao Palace, and someone shouted: "Then... that weird guy is here to make trouble again!" Someone immediately stopped and said: "Don't yell! Go and see if he is nearby."

The bitter boy looked bored when he heard the sound. He patted Wang Xiaojun and said, "I'll play with you tomorrow." As he said that, his figure flashed and disappeared into the bushes.

Wang Xiaojun felt a general amnesty and was truly relieved, and at the same time he felt like his whole body was about to be exhausted!

When Wang Xiaojun returned to the hotel in the early morning, Hu Tai came out of the room to see him. After a glance, he was surprised to find that Wang Xiaojun was dirty and had a lot of blood hanging on his face by branches. Leng Ding appeared in the corridor, like a hare barely escaping under the gun of a hunter.

Wang Xiaojun waved his hand at Hu Tailai tiredly, and said with a look of indifference: "Don't ask anything, I want to sleep." He rushed into the room straight, took off all his clothes at the door, and then fell on the bed, and fell asleep huh-

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