"Mr. Zombie World?"

Shen Wen picked up the hot spring on the table and drank it again, but his mind was recalling the plot of Mr. Zombie's world.

The plot of the Zombie World takes place in the early years of the Republic of China. The father of the rich and noble gentry Ren Fa coerced and lured a Feng Shui master to seek a Feng Shui treasure land. The Feng Shui master told him that he must be buried twenty years after being buried in order to benefit his descendants.

Twenty years later, Ren Fa asked the local Maoshan master Jiu to handle the matter. On the day of the coffin, Uncle Jiu found that the cemetery of Mr. Ren was a feng shui treasure cave.

However, there was no sign of corruption twenty years after the death of Mr. Ren's body, which was extremely strange. Uncle Jiu planned to burn it, but unfortunately Mr. Ren disagreed and eventually the body turned into a zombie, thus starting a fierce battle.

"The Sun Divine Art is the most powerful and strong, and the Sun restrains ghosts and zombies, and the Buddhist palm technique I have learned also restrains ghosts and zombies, so there is no problem in ensuring safety."

Shen Wen checked the timeline of Mr. Zombie's world again, and his mind moved and his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Wang Chao, are you planning to practice internal skills or national skills?"

"If you choose to practice internal strength, you can receive a Nine Yang True Sutra."

"If you choose to practice national skills, you can receive a book of Tai Chi."

God happened, and Zhang Sanfeng, Li Xunhuan and others naturally would not take their relatives to visit Zhutian Academy, so they sent them back. After Li Xunhuan woke up Wang Chao who had fainted, he asked.

"Is there any difference between internal strength and national skills?"

Wang Chao hesitated for a moment.

He has also read many martial arts novels, and subconsciously feels that the martial arts secrets are more powerful. However, internal strength and national skills can become courses of the same status, so naturally they have their advantages.

"Practicing national skills will make your body stronger and your internal skills will make your body more flexible. There is no big difference between the two."

"However, if you don't have any knowledge of meridians and acupoints, I suggest you choose Chinese martial arts."

Although he is an internal skill cultivator, Li Xunhuan did not recommend Wang Chao to practice internal skill.

He could see at a glance that Wang Chao was ordinary and had no trace of cultivation. In this case, the relatively low-level Chinese martial arts are more suitable for him.

"You don't have to worry. Zhutian Academy does not restrict you from practicing martial arts secrets in other systems."

Li Xunhuan seemed to know what Wang Chao wanted to say, and said with a smile.

Not only Wang Chao has this idea, he wants to practice more cultivation systems, but he himself wants to practice more cultivation systems.

However, when you are really exposed to different cultivation systems, you will understand one truth. You cannot reach the peak of one cultivation system. Cultivating one more is to distract your energy.

The wisest way is to major in one cultivation system and absorb the essence of other systems.

"Then I choose Chinese martial arts."

Wang Chao nodded.

"Shen Wansan, what course do you choose to take?"

"Internal power? National skills?"

Seeing that Wang Chao obeyed his opinions, Li Xunhuan nodded in satisfaction and turned his eyes to another freshman.

"I'll choose internal strength."

Shen Wansan hesitated for a moment.

National martial arts pays more attention to movement. It takes several hours of boxing every day and constantly fights people to reach a profound state.

Internal strength focuses on quietness, which tests talent and understanding.

Shen Wansan was not sure about his talent and understanding, but his ambition was not about practicing, and it took more time to practice Chinese martial arts.

"That's OK."

Li Xunhuan nodded slightly, and he also received the notice that this student was a little special.

"The person responsible for the national arts course is Mr. Tang Zichen. Students who choose internal skills courses. If you are practicing the Nine Yang True Sutra, you can ask Zhenren Zhang for advice. He has already cultivated the Nine Yang True Sutra to the realm of great success."

Li Xunhuan introduced.

"You guys prepare for it, there is a special course today."

"Your junior class is quite small. This time I will connect you with the world of Taoist priests, ghosts, and zombies on one side, so that you can get in touch with other ways of fighting in the cultivation system and broaden your horizons."

At this moment, Shen Wen's figure appeared and announced.

"Give you a quarter of an hour to prepare and set off."

“Ah~”

Not to mention the two new students, Wang Chao and Shen Wansan, even the others were shocked and a little panicked.

Taoist priests, ghosts and zombies!

How to deal with such a legendary opponent?

Although they were prepared in their hearts, they really didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"If I have the chance, I will arrange for you to fight against ghosts and zombies. I hope you are mentally prepared and don't let me down then."

Shen Wen reminded him.

"Master, will you catch ghosts?"

Zhang Cuishan subconsciously cast his inquiring eyes at Zhang Sanfeng. If there is really, teach him, a stupid apprentice.

After the words came, others also looked at Zhang Sanfeng for inquiries.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Sanfeng is the only one who is a Taoist priest. Although Zhang Cuishan is Zhang Sanfeng's apprentice, he has nothing to do with Taoist priests, and he is more like a knight.

"The old Taoist has never seen a real ghost zombie, so how can he deal with them?"

Zhang Sanfeng showed helplessness on his face.

I really think that Taoist priests can catch ghosts, let alone a Taoist priest who has never seen even ghosts.

"I heard that the black dog blood restrains the ghost."

"It seems that the blood of the big rooster is OK."

"The tomb robbers always carry black donkey hooves when they rob tombs. I wonder if the black donkey hooves can control ghosts and zombies?"

·······

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had no choice, everyone couldn't help but talk.

"I heard that boys can control ghosts and zombies."

Ip Man couldn't help but say something.

"Don't look at your master in everything. You are all people with wives and children. You must learn to be independent and ask your son if you want a boy to pee."

Zhang Sanfeng looked stern and glared at Zhang Cuishan angrily.

I don't see what occasion is here either.

"One quarter of an hour is fifteen minutes, and it will take one hundred and fifty minutes to return to the original world, two and a half hours. I will go back to the original world and prepare for it."

Yue Buqun said something and disappeared from the spot.

Regardless of whether it is black dog blood or whether the rooster blood is useful, let’s take it with you first.

With the support of Emperor Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youzeng, you can get all these things together within an hour.

"I'll go back, too."

Ip Man said, and he also returned to the original world.

He remembered that there was a butcher next door, who slaughtered countless pigs. According to some folk legends, he could control ghosts and zombies.

After a while, only Shen Wansan and Wang Chao were left on the spot.

"Shen Wansan, you are responsible for the logistics of this course, Wang Chao, you are the assistant to Shen Wansan."

Shen Wansan and Wang Chao are both ordinary people, but they do not need to participate in the battle.

"It's the dean."

Hearing Shen Wen's words, Chen Wansan and Wang Chao breathed a sigh of relief.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Shaolin Temple.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"·······

"Abbot, will we stop for a while?"

One of the eighteen bronze men said hesitantly.

The man named God lying on the ground had been knocked by him with an iron rod for more than half an hour.

"What should I stop? Teacher Li asked us to give him a trial for three or four hours, and that's just the beginning."

Ku Cheng abbot glared at the little monk.

I really don’t have any eyesight. This unlucky guy was sent by Li Xunhuan to polish it for them.

In addition to Li Xunhuan, the new teacher Tang Zichen also reminded them to be careful.

If you don’t call this god today, he will not stop.

"Quick... Let me go, Zhutian Academy... send a notice. In a quarter of an hour, we will... enter the trial of other worlds. Do you dare to delay me..."

At this moment, God, who had been crippled, was spitting blood in his mouth, and was furious and choked.

"Four quarters of an hour? Don't worry, it won't affect your class."

He took the abbot to hit God's mouth with an iron rod and knocked off his front teeth. It was very arrogant. He dared to threaten them at this time.

When I first arrived, I looked at them like garbage.

"Try another hour and a half, and finally leave him thirteen breaths, ten breaths will recover from his injuries, and three breaths will be left for him to prepare to set off."
Chapter completed!