Although he was a little suspicious of underestimating the enemy, Tang Kong did not really pay too much attention to Lu Ziyang.

Because Tang Kong's goal was Lu Ziyang's teacher, Yang Jincheng, a first-class external environment.

This morning, Tang Kong practiced the innate Taixu Purple Qi Gong technique, and at noon he practiced the horizontal alchemy body. At night, he usually studied martial arts.

He did not want to study martial arts in the martial arts performance room of the Martial Arts Association and to expose his true strength in advance.

"Tonight, I'm relaxing. I'll fight Lu Ziyang tomorrow, and next is Yang Jincheng. That's when I should really prepare for the war."

Tang Kong stood on the high tower of Yangcheng and looked down.

This is the tallest tower in Yangcheng, and you can overlook the entire Yangcheng.

What made Tang Kong feel more distressed was that the ticket price for climbing the tower was 150.

“So beautiful.”

Fang Yu's voice came slowly from the side.

Tang Kong opened his hands, as if embracing the world, took a deep breath, looked down at the bottom, and said slowly: "Climb up to look far and wide, overlooking the whole city, with traffic and lights below. Standing here, I really feel that I can't express it in words."

He had also felt this artistic conception before.

Traveling through the world of the gods and being killed by the last catastrophe of the gods.

This time I took the initiative to climb the tallest tower in Yangcheng and returned to that time in a daze.

Ming Xinyu seemed to be a little moved, and the relics in his body seemed to be in response to his mood.

In a trance, Tang Kong felt that his state of mind seemed to have improved.

"It's a pity that I'm not in the morning, otherwise I would have made greater progress and benefit when I stood here and practiced the innate Taixu Zi Qi Gong technique."

Tang Kong thought this way, looked at Fang Yu and said, "I have seen the scenery, go down to have a cup of milk tea, I'll take you back, and come to the Martial Arts Association early tomorrow to watch my performance."

Fang Yu tilted his head and replied playfully: "Okay."

——

"How much?"

"36 yuan."

"OK."

Fang Yu paid the bill quickly, looked at Tang Kong and said, "Last time I invited you to repay you, but you settled the bill. It was your turn to have dinner just now. This time it was my turn."

The public security in Yangcheng is very good.

Hero Tang Kong did not give a chance to save beauty.

This made Tang Kong feel a little regretful to the point.

"If I had known to be stronger, Lu Ziyang would feel that there would be no chance to beat me. Tonight, maybe Yang Jincheng would come to attack me and try to hurt me, and then be defeated by his apprentice Lu Ziyang tomorrow, so I would have a chance to show my skills."

"So, you are not even afraid of his master?" Fang Yu said with a smile.

"It's okay." Tang Kong said.

"My grandfather is urging me to go back."

"I'll send you back."

"No, Yangcheng's subway is well connected."

"All right."

Tang Kong took Fang Yu to the subway station, watched her leave, and breathed lightly.

In recent days, the crisis that invaded the world has made him feel an unspeakable sense of urgency and constantly working hard to practice. Although his body is not tired, his mentality is extremely tense, like a string.

This time I invited Fang Yu to have a meal. First, I agreed to Fang Yu at noon, second, to watch Yangcheng, and third, to indirectly tell Fang Zhongyun that he came to Yangcheng, and did not ignore Fang Yu and did not break his promise.

But it is undeniable that he himself relaxed a lot.

The relaxation and moderation of practice made him vaguely feel that the bottleneck seemed to have been relieved a little.

——

The scenery in Yangcheng is really good.

The martial arts atmosphere in Yangcheng is far better than that in Qingcheng.

Tonight, Tang Kong walked on the street and saw many young people from Yangcheng.

Among the boys, almost ten of them, there were seven or eight who had practiced martial arts.

Even girls are nearly half.

Of course, most of these young people who have practiced martial arts have superficial skills. There are relatively few who have truly obtained the true teachings, but only three of them have entered the external world's cultivation level.

But compared to Qingcheng, it is already incredible.

Moreover, this is only the fifth year of promoting martial arts.

"Young people who are truly successful in martial arts should all join the provincial martial arts association."

Tang Kong said in his heart: "Although many of the young people in Yangcheng's kung fu are just a fancy way, it is undeniable that the Yangcheng martial arts atmosphere is becoming more and more prosperous... It seems that if the development continues in the future, martial arts will popularize the whole people and create a new martial arts era that will be the main world."

——

Provincial martial arts association.

Mr. Chu hesitated when he went downstairs.

Chu Jie knew in his heart that his father was a number one figure in the provincial martial arts association back then. Now he is so down and has lost all his skills. Facing those old friends and those old opponents, he can't help feeling weak.

“Go downstairs.”

Mr. Chu said this.

This time is really lively.

There are many younger generations of warriors, and almost all have reached the external level.

Even young warriors at the middle level of the external environment are not uncommon.

As for middle-aged warriors, they are even more powerful.

The ones who know Mr. Chu are all older warriors in their 60s.

Some people often come here, while others hear the news that Chu Zong has set foot in the Martial Arts Association again and come to hear the news.

"Old Gui Chu, after hiding for so many years, he is finally willing to come to Yangcheng to meet his old friend before entering the coffin?"

"Old Chu, I haven't seen you for many years, and your style is still the same."

"Old Gui Chu, I thought the next time I saw you, you should be lying in the coffin."

Several older warriors in front of them came to us and laughed loudly. Although they spoke very rudely, they could feel the laughter.

The complexity in Mr. Chu's heart gradually faded away, and he couldn't help but fight back.

"Fuck! I missed me so much, and I didn't see you looking for me in Qingcheng!"

"I'm so useless, and I'm still as charming as ever? Are you blind?"

"Old Chen is okay, at least he is a third-grade foreign environment."

"Tan Wuba, aren't you a second-level external environment? Why do you look so weak?"

When old friends meet, laugh and laugh.

Chu Jie was on the side, not embarrassed because he knew these elders too.

However, these elders are all the same age as their fathers, and even higher.

The martial arts cultivation of these elders is no longer possible. Even as they grow older, their bodies are aging, and their qi and blood are in decline.

This generation of people, although they have high qualifications in provincial martial arts associations, have little power.

Yang Jincheng is different. He is still in his prime and his disciples are all very outstanding.

"I heard that you trained a young man in Qingcheng and defeated Yang Jincheng's proud disciple Zhou Qingyun?"

"A few days ago, this incident spread widely in provincial associations, and Yang Jincheng's face looked very bad."

"You really have some skills. Your skill is useless, and your ability to teach disciples is very strong."

Hearing these old friends' flattery, Mr. Chu was quite proud, but the only drawback was that this outstanding Tang Kong was not taught by himself.

When Mr. Chu was about to respond to the questions from these old friends, his expression on his face became stiff.

There was a man ahead and slowly walked over.

Yang Jincheng!

He had almost no change from that time. He was strong, expressionless, and his eyes were proud and cold.

But compared to back then, he showed more firmness and calmness.

The cultivation level of the first-level external environment is without any concealment, and the qi and blood are like a furnace!

Everyone present was breathless.
To be continued...