Wudang Mountain is also known as Taihe Mountain. It is connected to Xiangcheng in the east, Checheng in the west, Shennongjia in the south, Gaoxia Pinghu in the north, and is one of the Taoist holy places in the Xuanguo Kingdom.

It is the Wudang Sect founded by Zhang Sanfeng, a great master of a generation.

Over the years, many emperors have rewarded each other, and now it is a 5A-level scenic spot in Daxuan.

Every day, there are so many tourists, noisy and bustle, and the scenery is still good, but there is no tranquility of previous years. There are not many real monks and Taoists.

There are not many Taoist priests on the mountain, but there are many martial arts halls with Wudang signs hanging at the foot of the mountain.

An Qisheng and Feng Mingtao got out of the car. Along the way, they met many martial arts disciples wearing martial arts uniforms, including some foreign martial arts enthusiasts who came here.

"Sanfeng Zhenren saw today's Wudang Mountain, I wonder if he would be happy or sigh."

At the foot of the bustling mountain, Feng Mingtao smiled "hehe" at the foot of the bustling mountain.

Wudang Mountain may be the most profitable mountain in Daxuan. Not to mention all kinds of money-making business, the ticket revenue alone is as much as 2 billion.

“It doesn’t matter.”

An Qisheng thought about the life of the legendary master and shook his head.

Regardless of whether Zhang Sanfeng in this life is the same person as Zhang Sanfeng in his previous life, such a person has no external objects in his eyes.

"It's true that there is a task."

Feng Mingtao took out his cell phone and looked at it, and immediately smiled: "We want to maintain order on their behalf? I think I want to send us with these points so that we don't make trouble."

"You still want to make trouble?"

An Qisheng was slightly silenced, and along the way he talked a lot with Feng Mingtao.

This man was from Xuanjing. He had been practicing pictographic fist for twenty years and looked old. In fact, he was only twenty-five years old. He had been a conscript for two years. He could not stand the constraints of the army and did not stay in the team.

After retiring, he joined the ranks of law enforcement warriors and recruited people from all over the world, so he was considered a martial arts fanatic.

"Making trouble? Come on, I'm only interested in Kung Fu. When Mulong City comes to Wudang Mountain, the military may not say that people will come. It's ugly if anyone dares to make trouble."

Feng Mingtao shook his head repeatedly.

Only those who have been in a military service know how terrible Daxuan is. He practiced pictogram boxing well and was considered top in the company he served in. However, in the military martial arts competition, he was eliminated just after passing the audition.

Although he was not lucky enough to meet a great master in the first battle, it can also be seen that there are so many masters in the army.

"Let's find a place to live first. There are a lot of skills to practice your body along the way."

An Qisheng walked into the crowd with a bow.

Feng Mingtao followed without any haste. He was burly, with long hands and long legs, and a fierce face. The crowded crowd made him walk out of a posture of walking alone on the road.

There are many hotels at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and the price is not expensive. An Qisheng and his two people came here not too late. When the sky was getting dark, they found a hotel to stay.

When An Qisheng put down his tribute, the first thing he did was to take out the dried medicinal food and boil it again.

His disease was only slowed down and had not been completely cured. It was just that the condition was gradually relieved by the medicinal supplements, which was greater than his own passing.

He not only needs to eat this medicinal food every day, but also needs to eat far more than ordinary people.

Only in this way can he have the spare energy to practice boxing.

The pungent smell hits the brain. Even after eating it for several months, An Qisheng still feels nauseous.

Feng Mingtao, who pushed the door open, frowned even more and almost vomited:

"Are you cooking durian?"

“…medicine.”

An Qisheng took a big sip of water before suppressing the smell and barely opened his mouth.

Feng Mingtao opened the window and felt that tears were about to be smoked:

"This taste is amazing."

He has seen so many medicinal foods, and it is the first time he has heard of it so pungent.

Who would prepare such disgusting medicinal food without considering the ability to accept it?

“It’s good to be useful, the taste doesn’t matter.”

An Qi poured another big bowl without changing his expression.

The medicinal foods in this military training camp are prepared by artificial intelligence in a way that is of the highest nutritional value. Of course, artificial intelligence will not consider whether people drink or not.

"You can't stay in this room anymore, go to my room."

Feng Mingtao walked out of the house, and for a while, he felt a little dizzy.

An Qisheng drank all the medicinal food without any haste, then got up and walked out of the house and came to Feng Mingtao's room.

"No wonder you are almost in the dark if you can eat such medicinal food."

Feng Mingtao gave a thumbs up and admired him very much.

"It's just a little bit, but I can't get through it."

Speaking of this, An Qisheng shook his head.

Whether in the past life or this life, it is difficult to practice martial arts. Even if the great Xuanwu style is extremely popular, there are only more people who practice martial arts, more types of boxing, and more masters. The difficulty itself will not be much reduced.

Although he has the goal of Wang Honglin's possession of the elixir, his understanding of the hidden spirit is still not deep enough.

This time he came to Wudang Mountain to find a few hidden boxers to compare them.

"Yes, it's hard."

Feng Mingtao nodded and said:

"I have visited Chunyu Qi, the master of pictographic boxing. He once told me that it is easy to obtain the Ming spirit, but it is difficult to enter the dark spirit. Even if an ordinary person only has the opportunity to achieve the correct exercise, the dark spirit is not something that everyone can do."

"My muscles and bones are stronger than ordinary people, and I won't be at a disadvantage when fighting against the Anjin boxer, but it's not Anjin in the end."

Feng Mingtao sighed as he spoke.

His muscles and bones are strong and can be regarded as natural divine power. He practices pictographic fists like fish in water, but it is very difficult to enter the inside from the outside.

"I know no less theory than you, but it is easy to know and difficult to do, so it is not that easy to do."

An Qisheng sat on a chair and opened his notebook.

The law enforcement warriors forum is very lively, and each post is very popular, and it feels like it is surging.

While browsing the posts, An Qisheng took on the task of maintaining order, and the points given away for free were not for nothing.

"I wonder if those masters will arrive during this trip to Wudang Mountain."

Feng Mingtao stood up:

"It's still early, I'll go out for a walk, are you going?"

"I won't go."

An Qisheng shook his head.

"Then I'll go first."

Feng Mingtao walked out of the house carelessly, not afraid of An Qisheng leaving and bowing.

"Feng Mingtao...pictographic fist..."

The posts on the screen were still sliding down, but An Qisheng's eyes were like sleepwalking.

In the perspective that only he could see, Feng Mingtao's panel gradually generated.

"It turns out that as long as you spend a long time together, you don't have to know his birth date..."

An Qisheng thought slightly in his heart.

If so, his gains may be great, great during this trip to Wudang Mountain.

Beep ~~

At this time, the vibrating mobile phone interrupted An Qisheng's thoughts.

It is connected casually, and the cool voice is like a pearl falling on a jade plate:
Chapter completed!