"Practicing boxing is like practicing qi!"

"Hey!"

"The punch is like a storm!"

"ha!"

"Silent like a tiger sneaks, and moves quickly like the wind!"

"roar!"

"This is the true meaning of our Tai Chi! If you don't move, you will be astonishing as you move. If you take action, you will be steady. It is like a tiger rushing to eat, and you will accumulate momentum and attack..."

On the playground in front of the Tai Chi Hall, Wudang Master Zhang Zhenren's seventh disciple, Mo Shenggu, the last seven heroes of the Seven Heroes, suddenly shouted loudly: "Do you all understand!"

"I understand!"

Dozens of young Taoist boys answered in unison.

"Okay! Remember! My Wudang Tai Chi is a killing technique! If you don't practice hard today, if you come to the Japanese Yen to invade Xiangyang and go to the battlefield, you will die!"

While speaking, Mo Shenggu, the famous martial arts hero, suddenly shook with one hand and slapped a green pine tree beside him where the two of them hugged each other.

"Practice martial arts and kill people!!!",

Click...

As soon as Mo Shenggu finished speaking, a broken sound came from the middle section of the old pine that had grown for hundreds of years behind him.

The next second, this green pine that had lived for countless years fell down under the gaze of many Taoist children.

Mo Shenggu made a lot of noise when he made this move. The little Taoist priests who were still practicing boxing stopped their hands and turned their heads to look at Mo Shenggu, who showed majesty, and looked stunned.

It's really amazing.

You know, the green pine is more than one meter thick and is even close to ten meters in height. Such a towering tree was actually broken by Mo Shenggu's palm?

If this palm wind hits someone...

Seeing this, Lan Li couldn't help but shine with her eyes, fantasizing that she could have such a strong internal force in the future.

‘This is the Wudang Mian Palm? All third-rate martial arts can have this power. If it were replaced by the extremely strong and yang palm technique of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, it would be a blow, and it would be impossible to break the alloy steel plate of five centimeters!

Wudang Nine Yang Gong, Pure Yang Wuji Gong, Luyun Ladder, Eight Trigrams of Dragon Palm, True Wu Seven Tribulations... So many great martial arts are not learned, but they have been foolishly practicing Tai Chi for ten years?

I lost money, but I still woke up too late. If I woke up ten years ago, then I... would probably be worse than now?'

Thinking of the daily efforts of his predecessor, Lan Li unconsciously shook her head, and then an illusory character introduction column appeared in his eyes:

......

【Sex name: Lanli.】

【Age: 13】

【Dao name: Mingyue.】

【Born: Wudang Mountain.】

[Identity: The third generation disciple of Wudang Mountain, an inner disciple.]

[Martial Arts: Five Levels of Tai Chi (554/700), Three Levels of Dragon Steps (377/400), One Level of Liangyi Sword Technique (95/100).]

[Realm: The third level of Wudang Introductory Mind Method (985/1300).]

【Combat Power: 7.】

【Energy reserve: 1147.】

[Personal Profile: Lan Li, Lan Shishou, Taoist name is Mingyue, and has a miserable background. He was abandoned by his parents and an abandoned baby at the foot of Wudang Mountain thirteen years ago. He was later adopted by his disciples of Wudang Mountain. He is now a disciple of Wudang Mountain.]

......

That’s right, this is the time travel reward that Lan Li received after she ‘wakes up’ last night.

A system?

Or did he travel through the game by himself?

Lan Li looked at the group of Taoist children around her with a large string of names and numbers or question marks, including [Qingfeng 9], [Qingsong 5], [White Crane 6], [Song Qingshu???], [Zhuo Yihang???? Skeleton] and other a lot of numbers with names and numbers or question marks, and she couldn't figure out what she was doing now.

I don’t even understand what the hell is that a white +1 bubble suddenly floats out from my head when I practice boxing on weekdays.

But one thing is clear, Renli is still clear.

Mo Shenggu, the uncle of the seventh master who was responsible for teaching them martial arts today, left, and their boxing practice time today will be over.

After that...it's time to start dinner!!!

I don’t know if the little Taoist boy around me was cheering, but later, a group of little Taoist boys ran towards the canteen cheering.

Its shape is like a group of wild dogs that have been undone...

There is no doubt that Lanli was naturally among the running crowd.

The Wudang Sect is very strict. Every day, the meals are served on time and by portions. If you go late, then you will be prepared to suffer hungry the next night.

He ran all the way to the canteen. After Lan Li finally rushed in, a long queue had already been lined up at the dinner, which made Lan Li, who had rushed here quickly, burst into tears for a moment.

There are naturally competition in places where there are people. Although Wudang Mountain is a well-known sect, there will be no situation where the disciples are not given food, which will cause the disciples to starve to death, the meat, vegetables and rice released every day in the canteen is enough for the top twenty people to eat. If you run slowly, you will get only pickles and steamed buns.

Sure enough, when it was Lanli's turn to make the meal, the food in the few small wooden buckets was already empty, with only a few leaves left, and the pickles and steamed buns piled up beside them.

"Oh! Isn't this Xiao Mingyue? Why? I was careless today. I haven't even run away from these little bastards?"

The uncle (female?) who was in charge of serving the meal at the canteen chuckled and teased Lan Li, then took a few steamed buns from the side and handed them to him.

"Uncle Bai Yao, I'm not in good condition these two days." With a stiff face, Lan Liqiang responded with a smile.

Li Baiyao, a disciple of Emei, is now the second disciple of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang and the wife of Yu Lianzhou.

Well, this aunt is the one who is responsible for giving food to Lan Li and the group of Taoist boys every day.

In the past, with the blessing of the third level of the Mingyue Traveling Dragon Step, there must be one who ran to the canteen first. But who would have thought that after Lan Li's "awakening", he couldn't understand how to use the Dragon Step!

To be honest, didn’t other people’s time travelers accept everything from the original owner as soon as they wake up?

Why can't I even get a meal when I get here?

He can also be considered as embarrassing the time travelers' predecessors...

Don't wave to Li Baiyao, who was chaotic in his mind, Lan Li, holding a wooden support, walked step by step towards a table with an empty seat.

It's embarrassing!

It's so shameful!

I can't escape a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children, and there are even more time travelers than him?

With the slightly surprised eyes of several Taoist boys, Renli sat down with his wooden cross.

Pick up one and take a bite.

Very bad taste!

I forced myself to swallow the steamed buns with wheat peels in my mouth. Later, I looked at the obviously shoddy buns in front of me, and became stunned by the obviously shoddy buns in front of me.

【Energy +1.】

This steamed bun is really unpalatable.

Not much nutrition either.

If he had to eat this food every day in the future, it would be better to kill him with one sword now!

No! After you go back a while, you don’t care about anything else. You must practice the Dragon Step first!!!

Lan Li thought fiercely, but a shout came from his ear.
Chapter completed!