One day, I saw gold, black and red in the sky, and thought there was a strange treasure.

As a result, I accidentally entered the space crack and came to this world.

She was seriously injured in the space cracks.

Her strength has not yet been restored, just like a mortal.

When she saw Zhao Xiaoyi, she saw that she was talented, so she became interested in accepting disciples.

"Sister Gong, my parents finally supported me to be admitted to Tianhai Jiaotong University. I can't follow you to practice Taoism in the mountains." Zhao Xiaoyi looked helpless.

She felt that Sister Gong had a problem with her head.

Yesterday, she practiced Ji Lingquan in the Sanji Martial Arts Hall, but she saw a coma lying on the ground.

As soon as she walked over, the unconscious woman woke up, her behavior was strange, as if she was mentally ill.

"Where can I compare to practicing Taoism when I go to school?" the young woman said slowly.

"Sister Gong, I am really not suitable for practicing Taoism. I should practice martial arts!"

Zhao Xiaoyi naturally believed that young women were the kind of monks.

There are also many such people in Daxia.

I pursue the illusory path throughout my life, but I wasted my time and achieved nothing.

"There is no future in practicing martial arts." The young woman shook her head.

The upper limit of martial arts is extremely low.

Even the legendary martial arts emperor, the first martial arts man, practices martial arts and reaches a high level, he is only comparable to a venerable.

But there is only one such martial arts genius from ancient times to the present.

Ordinary martial arts powerhouses, the strongest ones, are probably not as good as hers.

And she is not a strong man in her path of practicing Taoism.

It can be seen that the gap between martial arts and immortals.

"A martial artist, the strongest, may only beat a thousand people.

And when you reach the depths of the Tao, killing ten thousand people is like taking things out of your bag.”

Zhao Xiaoyi was shocked.

This sister Gong is really good at bragging.

The strongest warrior Zhao Xiaoyi knows is Sister Xiaorou.

Sister Xiaorou is strong, but even a hundred people are probably unable to defeat her.

Of course, Zhao Xiaoyi was naturally unhappy to see that the martial arts he advocated were despised.

"Cultivating immortals is just a rumor, and no one has seen it before.

Martial arts are not that weak, there are still many strong people."

Zhao Xiaoyi showed a sly smile.

"I just heard that a warrior can earn ten thousand.

His name is Kurosawa.

The movie I'm going to watch in a week is the story of Kurosawa.

Sister Gong can go and have a look with me."

Sister Gong was slightly stunned and sighed.

Unfortunately, she was too injured to exert her spiritual power.

And this world has almost no spiritual power, and she cannot recover from her injuries.

That's why she thought of accepting Zhao Xiaoyi as her disciple, asking Zhao Xiaoyi to practice, and then helping her heal her wounds.

However, with her current state, it is difficult for Zhao Xiaoyi to believe that she is an immortal cultivator.

"Okay, I'll go with you to have a look.

By the way, except for Emperor Wu, there is no warrior in the world who can block ten thousand!"

Sister Gong thought about it.

In a week, she might have some spiritual power.

At that time, it should not be difficult to use some Taoist techniques to win the trust of Zhao Xiaoyi.

ps: Recommend a book by my good friend, "I Killed Through the Weird World".
Chapter completed!