Chapter 398: Discussion
"Don't worry, since we are one family, they will definitely not be able to capture Longhu Mountain this time."
Zhang Molan patted Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder in a good mood and rarely spoke a sensible word.
"Then I will be here to thank you in advance for my Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion."
Zhang Zhiwei stood up and bowed to Zhang Molan, being extremely polite in his words and actions.
It's not okay to be impolite.
This guy is just a reckless man with maxed-out physical attack and defense points. The key is that he starts fighting at the slightest disagreement!
The last time Zhang Molan came to cause trouble, he had a fight with him. Others might not know about it, but how could he not know about it?
Zhang Zhiwei said that he had never fought such a difficult fight in his life!
That day was arguably the busiest day in Longhu Mountain in recent years.
It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Molan fought from dawn to dusk and from dusk to dawn, refreshing everyone's imagination of the highest human combat power.
The most powerful and violent thunder method used by Zhang Tianwei could not break Zhang Molan's automatic all-round spiritual protection without blind spots.
It could even be said that if he wasn't paying attention, the thunder magic he released wouldn't be able to keep up with Zhang Molan's dodging speed.
Zhang Molan's fist was imbued with spiritual energy that could break through the protective barrier formed by the Golden Light Spell with just two punches.
Fortunately, Zhang Zhiwei had mastered the Golden Light Curse and was able to use it to stack armor for himself infinitely. Otherwise, he felt that his old body would not be able to withstand this punch.
Zhang Zhiwei originally thought that neither of them could do anything to the other in a short period of time, so they could only fight a protracted war.
The martial arts he practiced in Longhu Mountain itself has the effect of self-cultivation and self-improvement, and his sustained combat capability is quite impressive, not to mention that he has accumulated so many years of experience.
When it comes to a protracted war, he's really not afraid of anyone!
As the fight went on, he found that he had really hit a tough nut this time... No, it should be said that he had kicked a titanium alloy steel plate!
How could Zhang Molan, an old fellow who could win the title of the Zhang family's number one martial artist two thousand years ago, only have those two skills?
The spiritual energy in the world two thousand years ago was much richer than in the current Dharma-Ending Age.
Just the body that has been cleansed by spiritual energy and blessed with high-concentration Qilin blood can be said to be beyond the limits of human beings, and its strength is almost the same as that of ordinary flying zombies.
Not to mention that Zhang Molan also has the blessing of spiritual energy to strengthen his body and protect his body. He is not afraid of anything except mental attacks.
After that nearly twenty-four-hour high-intensity battle in which he almost lost, Zhang Zhiwei began to sincerely call Zhang Molan "senior" and made up his mind that he would never fight with this man next time, even if he died.
Although objectively speaking, the other party is much older than him, and the results of bone diagnosis can prove this, the other party has the secret to maintaining his youthful appearance.
I don’t know how many hundreds of years old he is, but he still looks like a young man. If you stand next to him, who is only about 120 years old, people who don’t know him would think he is his great-grandfather.
In this situation, if you lose the fight, it would be so embarrassing.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei felt a surge of regret and heartache.
The spiritual energy in the world is thin, and cultivating Qi is much faster and simpler than cultivating spiritual energy.
It’s a pity that spiritual energy can prolong life, but for most people who practice Qi, except for some special exercises, practicing it too much will not only fail to prolong their lifespan, but will shorten their lifespan.
Qi is an existence that can replace spiritual energy. No one knows when it first appeared. After knowing that if he had not embarked on the path of practicing Qi, he could still maintain a youthful body due to the special nature of his bloodline, Zhang Zhiwei felt jealous.
However, he has come this far on the road of cultivation and there is no way to turn back. The conditions for spiritual energy cultivation are high, and perhaps the cultivation of Qi will still be the mainstream in the future.
After discussing the important matters, Zhang Molan wanted to do something when he was free.
But before he could take the initiative to do anything, an old Taoist priest who had a premonition began to find things for him to do.
"This little brother must be the senior's new disciple. He looks quite talented. I wonder how he compares to the new generation of disciples at Longhu Mountain."
Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and looked at Liu Shang with a smile on his face.
Liu Shang came back to his senses from his bored daze and looked up at him in confusion.
What's going on? Why did the topic come to him?
Although he thought the old man had good vision and could see that he was a handsome man, he was very unhappy that the other party compared him with the disciples of Longhu Mountain.
It’s not that he looks down on others or anything, it’s just that he and the disciples of Longhu Mountain are obviously people from the civil and martial arts fields!
He had seen them on the way here with his master. The disciples of Longhu Mountain were basically all big and strong, with muscles all over their bodies. His small physique was simply incomparable to them.
Others will make a living by physical strength and skills in the future, while he will make a living by perception and brain. How can they be the same?
"Of course, my little disciple is even better!"
Zhang Molan held his head high and chest puffed out, looking confident, and his words were full of pride that was almost overflowing.
Liu Shang, who was behind him, heard this and his mouth twitched. He looked up at the sky with a dull look in his eyes.
Master! What are you talking about, Master!
Have you forgotten that I'm ranked in the bottom ten in the Zhang family martial arts competition?
Just because you can fight doesn’t mean I can too!
Master, could you please pay attention to my life and death?
In fact, Liu Shang is not afraid of being beaten when competing with others.
He was afraid that if his master accepted the other party's invitation to fight, he would not be able to defeat the other party and would bring shame to his master.
Although the master was sharp-tongued and strict with him most of the time, he would always think of him whenever there was something good, and was quite nice to him when they were alone together.
The master is such a powerful person, he doesn't want to see the master being laughed at by others because of him.
"Oh? How about getting the kids together and having a competition?
It's a good opportunity for me to introduce you to my most talented disciple."
Zhang Zhiwei thought of his tenth direct disciple, Zhang Lingyu.
When he accepted that boy as his disciple, he had a vague feeling that the other's physique seemed a little unusual. Now that he thought about it, it was probably because of his special bloodline.
It was just that similar yet slightly different aura that allowed him to tell that the child was not from his lineage. He had no idea what his bloodline was or whether he was from the Zhang family.
"Of course, my disciple is now proficient in eleven languages. He can locate a location from a thousand meters away by sound, and can hear a pin drop within a hundred meters.
Although his kung fu is average, his knowledge is quite rich, and he has dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea brewing, perfume making, mechanical arts, Taoism, swords, guns, and hidden weapons."
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