"I dare not take the advice. Brother Duan has entered the realm of a master at a young age. He is also a top expert in this world! It is admirable."

Wuming laughed and said, "I happened to hear the little brother Duan say that the respect for the teacher is not far away. I admire him and want to visit the respect for his teacher in person. Therefore, I would like to introduce him to him."

"Visit Master?"

Duan Lang muttered, his face a little unnatural, and he shook his head suddenly: "I just went down the mountain, so I don't want to go back."

He thought for a while, "Ah!" and exclaimed, patted his forehead: "Let's do this, I'll send a letter to my master and ask him to decide."

Under the gaze of the middle-aged man's incomprehensible mind, Duan Lang took out the bag behind him, searched the bag for a while, and took out a yellow...yellow talisman?

Then, he saw a magical scene.

Duan Lang kept folding his hands for a few times, and the yellow talisman turned into a paper crane. He held the paper crane with his left palm, and made gestures with his right hand, muttering words in his mouth. A fluorescent light flashed across his fingertips and tapped on the paper crane.

In the fluorescent light, the paper crane came alive...it came alive.

The paper crane spread its wings, as if it was not used to it. It flew a few times before it flew up and floated in front of the Broken Wave's eyes.

Duan Lang said a few words softly, and the paper crane seemed to have intelligence. He nodded, his wings accelerated and rose into the sky, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the sky.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, and his views were broken!

What the hell is the paper crane with magical appearance in the martial arts world?

Duan Lang seemed to be very satisfied with the middle-aged man's expression, raised his head and said proudly: "This is the technique of Feihe's book transmission created by the master. It can arrive within a thousand miles in an instant, and the speed is amazingly fast."

"The way of respecting teachers is amazing, I admire you!"

The middle-aged man, no, Wuming finally admitted his identity. He finally had a different spirit in his eyes. He was no longer the ancient well Wubo, but like a stagnant pool of water.

Duan Lang and you are very proud, very excited: "Of course, there are many ways for the master to do."

At this time, a strong voice came from the sky: "Langer..."

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By the way, after Chen Hengzhi was promoted to the Golden Pill Stage, he came out of the eternal small world.

The space fluctuated, and Chen Hengyi stepped out and returned to the bedroom. He waved his hand to put a delicate model the size of a palm away and put it back in his eyebrows to warm himself.

The promotion to the Golden Elixir stage is of great importance and cannot be careless.

Therefore, he released the eternal small world, disguised it as a small palace model, and entered the small world by himself.

At this moment, the spirit crane turned into a ray of light and flew back to the mountain, turning into a flying spirit crane, floating in front of Chen Hengzhi.

He stretched out his right hand and the spirit crane fell on it, it opened its mouth, as if it was saying something.

Chen Hengzhi nodded and said softly: "Is the martial arts myth unnamed? It's interesting, okay, let's go and see."

Then, he waved his hand to disperse the spirit crane, his body floated up in the air, soared into the sky, turning into a stream of light, and disappeared.

It was only about twenty miles away and arrived in an instant.

When he flew over the dock, he happened to hear Duan Lang's stinky skin. His face turned black and he covered his forehead, which was embarrassing!

There is no such self-proclaimed person, and he doesn't know how to be implicit at all. Even if the master is awesome, there is no need to spread it to everyone.

He said loudly: "Langer, what are you talking nonsense?"

.............

"Master, have you successfully entered the Golden Elixir Stage?"

Duan Lang jumped up in surprise, and the joy on his face was beyond words.

As for the two masters and apprentices standing aside, they were completely stunned.

They raised their heads and looked at Chen Hengzhi in the sky foolishly, flying, the ultimate dream of mankind.

Wuming could be sure that his eyes were not blind, presbyopia, cataracts, and glaucoma.

He clearly saw that Chen Hengzhi's figure was floating in the sky thousands of feet high.

If Duan Lang's magical methods made Wuming curious before, then now Duan Lang's master Chen Hengzhi's appearance so cool, it can be said that Wuming has completely shocked him.

At this moment, in Wuming's eyes, Chen Hengzhi's figure instantly became extremely majestic, like a towering mountain, admirable.

If Wuming hadn't had a firm will, he would have knelt on the ground and bowed to him.

Chen Hengzhi slowly fell down. At this time, Wuming saw his face and was shocked again. He was so young, as if he was a young man.

Then, Wuming felt relieved again. I, Wuming, could even fly, stay young and rejuvenate.

Chen Hengzhi landed on the ground, Duan Lang ran over, approached, and laughed and said, "Master, have you succeeded?"

Chen Hengzhi carried his hands on his back and nodded faintly: "I succeeded by luck and entered the threshold of the Golden Pill Stage."

"Then...you can live for thousands of years now, right?"

Duan Lang's eyes were full of envy and his tone was full of infinite curiosity.

"One thousand five hundred years."

Chen Hengzhi glanced at him and spit out a few words.

Duan Lang exclaimed: "That's alive longer than a turtle!"

"Bang!"

"Oh, you guys, you're a turtle to describe it as a teacher. Your wings are so hard that it's amazing. I don't think you'll knock on me."

Chen Hengzhi's backhand was like a thunderbolt, and his beard and stared at him.

Duan Lang covered his head, and tears were about to fall out of pain, looking aggrieved: "Master, you said you won't knock my head!"

Chen Hengzhi blinked and said in confusion: "Is there any? No? Oh, I'm old, I'm forgetful and have no memory of the past."

Jian Chen next to him, yes, the boy in white. He is the nameless apprentice, named Jian Chen, and his eyes are full of envy.

He envied Duan Lang for having a good master, and also envied Duan Lang for being able to joke with his master and fight.

Unlike his master, he gives people the impression that he is old-fashioned and stubborn.

After a while of fighting, Chen Hengzhi calmed down his restlessness, softened his throat, and replied to his calm expression.

He asked lightly: "Langer, are these two new friends you met after going down the mountain? Why don't you introduce them?"

Duan Lang was obviously used to his master's temperament. He knew that no matter how joking was, he could not smile anymore when he was serious, otherwise he would not be able to lose.

Hearing Chen Hengzhi's question, he bowed and said, "Report to Master, today... the disciple will pass on a letter from Feihe, Master Lao will go there personally, and the disciple will die!"

Chen Hengzhi smiled and bowed his fists: "This is Wuming, the martial arts mythological Heavenly Sword. My name is Chen Hengzhi. I have long admired Brother Wuming!"

Then, he turned his head, glared at Duan Lang, and whispered: "Okay, there's nothing you have to do here, get out of here."

This change of face was so fast that Wuming's master and disciple were shocked.

Wuming held his fists and gave a greeting, with a smile on his face: "Wuming has seen brother, I've disturbed him!"

Chen Hengzhi smiled and said, "This is not a place for conversation, so it's better to sit in a humble house. What do you think, Brother Wuming?"

Wuming nodded and then shouted in a low voice: "Chen'er, don't you salute Senior Chen yet."

Jian Chen said hello according to his words and deeds.

At this time, Duan Lang laughed and bowed: "Give up farewell to the disciple!"

After saying that, he bowed to Wuming again: "Senior Wuming, if you want to meet your family teacher, I have called him here. You guys chat slowly, I've gone out for a trip!"

Without waiting for Wuming to answer, he jumped straight to the back of the divine beast, shouted and walked away.

From a distance, his voice came: "Haha, Jianghu, you Duan is here! Hahahaha!"

Chen Hengzhi covered his forehead. This brat was so embarrassed.

Facing Wuming's strange eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and smiled embarrassedly and said, "The bad disciple is naughty, let Brother Wuming laugh. Come on, Brother Wuming, please come on the mountain!"

"Brother Chen, please!"

Wuming replied, and then made a rare joke: "If Lingpu is still called inferior, I, a young disciple, can't even be called inferior."

Jian Chen: Why is it me who was injured?

"Brother Wuming is humble!"

Chen Hengzhi said, and took his master and disciple to the mountain.

After returning to the monastery on the mountainside, Chen Hengzhi brewed tea and served a cup for each of his unknown masters and disciples.

"Brother Wuming, try the spiritual tea I made myself!"

He sat in the first seat, picked up the teacup, held the lid in his right hand, skipped the Mozi, took a sip, closed his eyes slightly, and showed an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Seeing this, Wuming became very interested. He blew the tea gently and saw the yellow tea soup clear. Only two slices of tender tea floated on it, and a fragrance came.

After taking a sip, the tea flowed down his throat, as if it was a warm current, refreshing. Wuming only felt warm all over his body, as if he had regained his youthful vitality, and was indescribable comfort.

He couldn't help but scream: "Good tea!"

After taking a bite, Jian Chen, who was sitting in the lower head, nodded heavily.

After chatting for a while, Wuming finally asked the doubts in his heart: "I took the liberty to ask, I wonder what level of martial arts has Brother Chen reached now? Of course, if Brother Chen is inconvenient to say, I will not ask."
To be continued...