Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Wang Ye solemnly put the black card away, Master Own and Patriarch do not like vulgar things.

After they finished the game, they returned the black card to Zhang Wan'er.

Zhang Changsheng's face was flat and said to Zhao Huantu, "Huantu, Xiaowangye, let's go, and go directly to the place where the champion challenged."

"After tonight is over, we will return to Wudang Mountain."

Wang Ye nodded quickly, and finally got a taxi near the airport.

It is said that the taxi masters in the capital are very good at talking, but this is not false.

Basically, I haven't visited Zhang Changsheng in the capital. I now know where the capital is lively and where there is fun and delicious food.

The middle-aged taxi driver, scratching his head with one hand, looked at the silver-haired man sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

Suddenly thought of the old Wudang Patriarch who was very popular some time ago.

The driver couldn't believe it and said, "Well, are you the Wudang ancestor Zhang Changsheng who is going to take his apprentice and grandchildren to the World Boxing Championship, right?"

The driver also couldn't believe it. After all, according to the rumors, the Wudang Patriarch was a hundred years old.

How could it be that he was just a silver hair, but his face looked like a young man in his early twenties with the appearance of a fairy?

Zhang Changsheng nodded silently and said, "I am an old Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain, you don't have to say that."

After listening to Zhang Changsheng's words, the driver still couldn't believe it, but the three in his taxi here were all dressed up as Taoists.

And this destination may be something that many people across the country are eagerly paying attention to tonight.

Is Gu Wu still alive, or Gu Wu is dead in this world today, and modern fighting is the master.

The taxi driver said sincerely to Wang Ye, who was sitting in the co-pilot, "Then this little brother next to me is the second-generation Wudang disciple who is going to fight with boxing champion Stant tonight."

"Come on, little brother, our country's ancient martial arts is a national skill, how could it be possible to lose in the modern fighting Fist Technique without any philosophy and time polishing."

To be honest, there are a large number of people in China who are full of pride and unwillingness to the national skill of their own country, that is, Guwu.

Especially in the world now, there are almost no traces of Guwu's existence, which also makes many people feel disappointed.

Today is the battle between Wudang second-generation disciple Wang Ye and the world boxing champion.

Although many people think this Wudang is crazy, why don't you long for the ancient martial arts to stand up?

Wang Ye said with firm eyes, "I won't lose, the driver, you will see with your own eyes how I am famous for the ancient martial arts of our country!"

In fact, Wang Ye hasn't had much confidence up to now, after all, although he has been gifted by the ancestor Zhang Changsheng.

Successfully opened the body concealment, which is exactly the way to step into Martial Dao, and I am still satisfied with the current own power.

But when you really want to face a world-class boxing champion in actual combat, you will inevitably feel nervous.

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With dissatisfaction on his face, Wu Zizai looked at the obsessive, huge body of the boxing champion Stent who was stuck in the doorway of the downstairs of the other's program station.

Wu Zizai was puzzled, "Oh Stent, what are you doing here, there are less than three hours before the game, as long as the second-generation disciple of Wudang doesn't come at this time."

"Then Wudang Sect not only loses its face, we can also make a fortune from it then."

For Wu Zizai, he didn't care what Wudang Mountain did, because he never felt that Stent would lose.

Stent did not take what Wu Zizai said, but slowly said with his hands on his chest, "Wu, I want to welcome the old Wudang Master here, and I also have to take a closer look at whether the old Wudang Master has let me The power that Stent admires."

"As for the second-generation disciple of Wudang, I didn't take it to heart, but I should respect the study of the century-old master of Guwu!"

In Stent, the crowds were taking pictures in spite of the comings and goings, and they still stayed here waiting for the grandfather and grandson of Wudang Mountain.

A green taxi stopped slowly at the step of the program building and turned on the two-way lights.

After getting off the bus first, Wang Ye paid the taxi driver the money and picked up Zhang Changsheng and Zhao Huantu in the back seats.

And Zhao Huantu also took a lot of kitchen utensils wrapped in blue cloth from the back box of the taxi that was stuffed with dangdang, as well as the big iron pot that calmed the people who came and went.

Wang Ye saw that the address was the same as the final destination on his mobile phone, and he said to Zhang Changsheng beside him, "Master, we have arrived at the place. This is the place where the appointment was scheduled."

Zhang Changsheng did not respond to Wang Ye's words. When Wang Ye felt strange, pressure came from behind, forcing him to turn his head.

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