This is a long chapter.
In the old days, the techniques scattered in piles of old papers were called old techniques, and some people also called them scattered techniques.
Now, some people in Xinxing have begun to call it a vulgar technique? It can be seen that it is indeed gradually declining.
However, anyone who has devoted himself to the old art and is still studying it will find this title jarring.
In the night, Wang Xuan was calm and composed. Since the opponent was coming for him and had mastered new skills, he decided to fight.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Zhou Yun." The young man called Brother Yun responded and smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
In an instant, he gave people a very dangerous feeling, his eyes were sharp and somewhat piercing, as if he was staring at his prey, and began to move forward silently.
"I thought your last name was Ling." Wang Xuan looked into his eyes, not caring about his strong attitude at all.
After hearing his speculation, Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, but the light in his eyes was very bright, making him look even more dangerous.
Wang Xuan was very perceptive and saw the fleeting strangeness in his expression, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Zhou Yun said: "Come on, let's compare the new technique with the old technique and see if the things scattered among the piles of old papers really deserve to be displayed in the museum."
He was smiling with a wild air, his footsteps were silent, but he didn't come in a straight line, it seemed that he had a lot of practical experience.
Qin Cheng shouted: "Why should I fight you? Where are you from? Who are you? What is your purpose?"
He was a little worried about Wang Xuan. After all, the other party came here with a specific purpose, and he would probably not take action if he was not sure.
Wang Xuan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more. Since he had made the decision to fight the person in front of him, there was nothing more to say.
Zhou Kun, Su Chan, Kong Yi and others wanted to stop the two, but Wang Xuan had already nodded and agreed to the competition, so they all looked worried.
"Let's make it clear first, this is just a sparring match. No one should use too much force. Just know when to stop." Zhao Qinghan spoke, and as she finished her words, a sound came from the apron in the distance, and two robots came running over.
The cold metal robots were intelligent and equipped with deadly technological weapons. They stood at the edge of the lawn, staring at Zhou Yun and Wang Xuan.
Zhou Yun's pupils shrank slightly. He knew that Zhao Qinghan was giving him a silent warning, mainly targeting him, fearing that he would use his supernatural powers to cause bloodshed here.
He nodded and said, "Okay, that's it. I just wanted to see if there is any future for those who practice the old arts, and whether they have fallen to the bottom."
Zhou Yun is very tall, with short hair and a shiny wheat-colored complexion. He looks particularly strong and powerful, and when he takes an offensive stance, he is very oppressive.
In a brief moment, Wang Xuan activated the internal nourishment method and exhaled a breath of turbid air accompanied by the aroma of wine. He drank quite a lot tonight, which was a bit bad for him.
"Do you want to take a break?" Zhou Kun asked.
Qin Cheng nodded quickly: "You're right, after drinking so much, my nerve reaction must not be able to keep up."
"Give me a few minutes." Wang Xuan said.
Then, he closed his eyes, and based on the tradition of the alchemists in the tombs of the pre-Qin Dynasty, he imagined the light of the stars and the moon turning into rain of light and sinking into his body according to a unique rhythm.
At the same time, he was also imagining that the turbid air in his body was constantly discharged from his pores, exchanging with the moonlight and star rain.
It is not uncommon to visualize these landscapes. Existing inner cultivation methods and meditation all involve records and practices in this regard, but the unique frequency and rhythm are very important.
The root methods of the pre-Qin alchemists have surprising origins and incredible effects.
Many people had the illusion that Wang Xuan seemed to have a layer of white light on his body, favored by the stars and the moon, making him look a little hazy and ethereal.
This strange scene made everyone look surprised. Can the old technique be practiced like this? There must be a way to go.
Six minutes later, Wang Xuan opened his eyes and said, "It's OK."
He was tall but not thin, well-proportioned and strong. In the night, his face was calm and composed.
"I've been waiting for you to say this!"
Zhou Yun rushed forward, creating a strong wind. His speed was so fast that many people didn't have time to react. They only saw several deep footprints left on the grass.
Wherever he stepped on, the soil and green grass all exploded. You can imagine how powerful this force is.
Bang!
Wang Xuan reacted quickly. He kicked up a long wooden table next to him which was filled with buffet food, and then rushed towards the figure that was rushing towards him.
What made people tremble was that Zhou Yun was like a human-shaped lion and tiger. He did not stop and smashed through the hard long wooden table with one palm.
With a crackling sound, the entire long wooden table exploded and flew in all directions. Everyone dodged and their faces changed immediately.
Zhou Yun is too fierce and savage. His attack power is terrifying. If it hits a person, it will definitely endanger his life. The force is so great.
Wang Xuan slightly turned sideways, his body extremely agile, and instantly avoided Zhou Yun's powerful palm, letting him pounce like a tiger or leopard, and rushed forward half of his body.
Wang Xuan's palm slashed diagonally at Zhou Yun who was passing by, with such great force that the air was shaking.
Zhou Yun was indeed a strong man. The moment he rushed forward, his right elbow struck backwards, colliding with Wang Xuan's palm, making a dull sound.
Both of their bodies shook slightly, and Zhou Yun rushed over.
The moment he turned around, Zhou Yun rushed over again, leaping into the air like a ferocious black tiger pouncing on its prey, extremely dangerous and wild, aiming his fists and feet at Wang Xuan.
This time Wang Xuan did not dodge. He quickly and decisively turned around and kicked towards the air.
With a bang, it was like a muffled thunder struck in the air. The dull and powerful sound made people's hearts palpitate.
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