The lost in time and space?

Research! How many of you are there?!" Huang Zunru's anxious voice came from the microphone, "Qingwen Gang came to play on the field, accompanied by a martial arts master."

There were a lot of people gathered in front of the phone, and everyone was there.

"Master of martial arts?" An Yanyan asked strangely, "Is it awesome?"

"Venixed! Use a long stick. Anyway, come here quickly! We can't stand it anymore!" Huang Zunru shouted, and the video was indeed a little bit, and occasionally he saw someone being blown away.

After hanging up the phone, how many people looked at each other, martial arts people? Go to the door of ordinary gangsters to kick the field? This kind of thing hasn't happened for almost a century, right? At most, it is very rare to go to the gate of the Martial Arts League like Valley Crack.

"Let's go and see what's going on." An Yanyan said, "I don't think it's an ordinary person. If it's just an ordinary warrior, there's no reason why the Donglong Gang can't cope with it. Even if the tactics of the sea of people are useless, it's okay to use a gun, right? There is no reason to beg us in a low voice."

"Please? What do you mean?

An Yanyan pointed to his mobile phone: "If the so-called master really can't stand Donglong Gang, it should also be the agent who helped Chang Ji call. Now Huang Zunru called, just because he doesn't want to be too humiliated."

However, no one seems to pay attention to An Yanyan's words. Everyone is interested in the martial arts master. Luo Binghong smiled and said, "Let's go there."

Valley crack asked, "Steel staff? There are not many people using this weapon now. I also want to see it."

Kang Jie and Shao Yifei also said they would go, so that the five people set out magnificently.

At the gate of the headquarters of the Donglong Gang, no one was fighting, but it was obvious that there was a fierce battle here just now.

When the five people walked to the door, they heard someone talking in the door: "Do you Qingwen gang think I'm an idiot? I'm here to be a strong man, not here to be a thre. Since they said that the master will come soon, of course I won't do it. You have to hit yourself. Don't drag me down."

Then I heard the voice of Master Chang: "The hero is really wise. These despicable and shameless people of the Qingwen Gang just want to use the hero as a knife. Don't be fooled!"

Then he seemed to hear the Qingwen Gang's counterattack: "Yang Daxia, don't listen to their nonsense. They are just procrastinating time. Only by beating can they force their masters out."

Hearing this, everyone probably understood what was going on. When they walked into the lobby, they saw a man standing in the middle of a long stick of unknown material. His temperament was heroic and tall, but the most shocking thing was that he was wearing an ancient costume and an ancient hair bun. , I don't know which scene came out - although many people in the Wueng League like to wear ancient costumes, they have never seen such a thorough "original" dress.

The strange dress did not prevent the masters from feeling each other. As soon as they entered the hall, the man noticed them. After a while, the man came over, put the steel stick behind him, stretched out his right hand and said to the crowd, "I can see that you are extremely skilled and want to learn one or two."

No one thought his invitation was abrupt, and Kang Jie even stood up: "It's certain to fight, but since you said it's just one or two, let's stop here?"

"Of course." The man nodded.

After a while, the two began to fight. The first time, their palms met, and it was Kang Jie who suffered a loss. He quickly retreated, and the man's palm turned into a fist. Kang Jie retreated again. The punch hit the ground, and the granite floor was actually cracked.

"Strange, it's not Dragon Elephant Prajra!" Seeing the man's strength, he frowned suspiciously.

Luo Binghong is not very strange: "It is not necessary to practice such a great power. There are many ancient martial arts that can do."

The man's second punch continued to hit with such force. This time, Kang Jie used the dragon capture skill to suck, but increased the opponent's strength, but also led this punch to the floor.

Sure enough, this punch hit deeper. As a result, the reaction should also cause a lot of damage to the man, but it was strange that the man still stood up as if nothing had happened. He said to Kang Jie, "You can't do it, let him come." He pointed to the valley crack on the edge of his finger.

Valley crack glanced at the weapon behind the man: "Okay, but I suggest you fight me with a weapon."

The man had already pinched his long stick in his hand: "You don't need to remind me."

Bum!

The cold moon knife of the valley crack was blocked by the long stick. He changed several knives, but was blocked by the man's weapon in turn.

"Good, good!" The man lifts the weight lightly, and the long stick in his hand seems to weigh dozens of pounds, but he dances slowly.

The valley split took a step back and began to look solemn: "Kyone!"

Amazed flashed in the man's eyes, retreating repeatedly, and the long stick in his hand danced quickly, but he didn't know what was blocking.

The knife of the valley crack slowly put down, "Awesome!"

The man was not complacent. He slowly approached: "Next, I will attack with all my strength."

Valley crack nodded: "I know."

The man put the long stick between his hands, like a nunchaku. "This stick is called Jingfeng. May Shenlian Dade be with me."

After saying this prayer, the man pinched the end of the wind stick and waved it casually.

The valley crack surface is like stopping water, and it also waved the cold moon knife casually: "Butter four!"

The two weapons touched gently in the air, gently separated, and gently touched again, just like raindrops falling casually from the air.

Suddenly, thunder suddenly appeared in the rain. The man grabbed half an inch forward and threw out the wind-shock: "Spraying ink cloak."

Like a huge splash suddenly exploded on the calm lake, the original seemingly freehand move suddenly became ferocious, and the wind stick mixed with the power of wind and thunder went straight to the crack door.

But what kind of person is the valley crack? Such an attack can't be difficult for him.

He put the knife diagonally, "Kword three!"

Time seems to slow down. The cold moon knife, which was originally like a meteor, slowly flew to the air, and the cold moon knife also slowly split to the top of the wind stick.

"Boom!" It's like a bomb exploded in the lobby, even more amazing than that. With this amazing loud noise, countless people fell softly on the ground, and some were even scared to incontinence. The valley was still standing, while the wind stick was bounced to the ceiling and deeply inserted into it.

But the man's attack is not over, and he seems to have forgotten what he said at the beginning. He casually took out a few folded pieces of paper from his sleeve, with strange patterns painted on the paper, and then clapped his palm, and a huge fireball magically spit out from the center of the paper, straight to the valley.

Valley crack smiled disdainfully: "This fireball is simply vulnerable compared with your throw just now!"

After saying that, he just waved the blade casually, and the fireball cut it in half like a watermelon, and then dissipated.

The man took out a few pieces of paper in his hand, and then patted the wind stick on the ceiling. As soon as he grabbed it with his backhand, the wind stick magically flew back to his hand.

"You really don't have this kind of power." He put away the piece of paper, went to the valley crack, stood the wind stick on his chest, and made a strange gesture to everyone: "Yang Zhihuan, the head of Shenlian Church, has met you. May Shenlian Dade be with you." After saying that, I bowed.

Everyone is very strange. It seems that no one has heard of a famous sect called "Shenlian Sect". If this "Shenlian Sect" really has such a magical skill, it should have been famous in the martial arts.

Yang Zhihuan asked the valley crack and the crowd, "Can I borrow a step to talk?"

The answer was Luo Binghong: "Go to our place. I think you must have a lot of stories."

Yang Zhihuan looked at Luo Binghong in surprise, but he didn't expect that the decision was the youngest girl - in fact, she was also the youngest girl. He bowed slightly and apologized.

Luo Binghong also returned a salute, and then ignored the two gangsters, and everyone went straight out of the nightclub.

An Yanyan looked at Huang Zunru appreciously and followed him.

In an instant, everyone was gone, leaving only two gangsters staring at each other in the hall. They thought that they would be the protagonist of this meeting, and these martial arts masters just came to support the scene, but the reality seemed to be the opposite.

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"Hall, well, I'd like to formally introduce myself. My name is Yang Zhihuan, from the Shenlian Religion of the Suzaku Empire. I'm unmarried. I'm 28 this year. I'm currently working in..."

"Stop!" An Yanyan shouted, "You can explain what the Rosefinch Empire is first."

Yang Zhihuan sighed and said, "You don't know. I thought it was just that ordinary people didn't know. Hey, it seems that I really... To another world."

Hearing this sentence, everyone stared at Yang Zhihuan as if they had seen aliens, even the valley crack was no exception.

Seeing the eyes of everyone looking at him, Yang Zhihuan shrugged his shoulders. "It's strange. I was also very strange when I came here at the beginning, but now that's all I think about it."

An Yanyan waved his hand: "Wait a minute, you mean, you are a time traveler?"

"Traveler?" Yang Zhihuan thought for a moment and quickly understood the meaning of the word, "Ah, yes, almost."

Then no one spoke, and everyone was surprised by the words of this martial arts master.

"GeneralLY speaking, I hope you can prove it." An Yanyan is relatively calm.

Yang Zhihuan took out those pieces of paper again: "From my observation these days, I know that you don't have such things here." After saying that, he folded the pieces of paper, patted his palms on one of them, and a fire snake spewed out, burning the glass on the window black before stopping. However, it is obvious that no one cares about the poor glass now, but looks at Luo Binghong.

Luo Binghong thought for a moment and said, "I really haven't heard of it. What skills are used in this way? Even the charm of Maoshan School is not used like this, right?"

After the demonstration, Yang Zhihuan sat down directly: "Other than that, I have nothing to show. Our other things are similar to yours. I have learned these days that the people here are the same as all of us, and what you say is similar to ours, but we don't have much Many things, such as the car running on your road, the talking person in your hand, and those things," said Yang Zhihuan pointing to the TV and lighting. "We don't have it there either."

"I think you have passed through time rather than space." An Yanyan whispered, and then he was afraid that Yang Zhihuan would understand, so he changed his words, "Oh, it means that you have been there for a long time, not another world."

"Oh, we also use the term of time and space. I can understand these two words," Yang Zhihuan replied, "but I don't think you said, because there are two moon gods in the sky, and they often change, sometimes two, sometimes only one, sometimes not. And that doesn't seem to be the case here. I heard that the number of moon gods will not change over time.

"Moon God? The moon, right? Kang Jie asked.

"Oh, it's the moon. We also call it the moon there. Only we teach them to call them moon gods."

An Yanyan touched his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I really can't believe it about extraterrestrial life and alien life. It's not that I don't believe in their existence, but it's such a coincidence, isn't it? Speaking of this, An Yanyan suddenly pointed to Yang Zhihuan and roared, "There are so many elements in the world, why are they carbon-based organisms? Why is it an aerobic organism? Why is it a room temperature animal? Why mammals? Is it still the same as our body structure? Why do you speak Chinese? Instead of believing so many coincidences, I would rather believe that you ran out of the mental hospital!"

Luo Binghong patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, in fact, I don't think he's lying."

Yang Zhihuan nodded: "If you lie for your own self-interest, you will be punished by Shenlian - of course, I don't believe this, but that's what those great people we teach say."

Luo Binghong sighed: "In fact, in the inheritance of the three envoys, there has been a description of time travel, but there is very little specific information and no value. I can't say anything."

Everyone looked at her in surprise: "Are all the three messengers a traveler?"

An Yanyan nodded: "Yes, I remember. I remember that Li Qi and Yuan Yi are both orphans, aren't you? You didn't come from another dimension, did you?"

The word "Well" appeared on Luo Binghong's head: "No, I'm the birth of my parents, at least I still have photos when I was born."

"Oh?! I want to see it!" An Yanyan said excitedly that he seemed to be very interested in looking at other people's expressions.

The word "well" on Luo Binghong's head has become two.

Yang Zhihuan coughed twice and pulled everyone's attention back: "Although I would like to ask what photos are, I have more important things. The reason why I challenge the strongest among you this time is to ask if there is any way to send me back."

"How do you think of challenging the strong? Should we go to those Frankensteins or the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Oh, I don't think you understand these concepts yet."

Yang Zhihuan sighed and said, "Well, I'm in the battle of the strong on our side... Crossing... Come here, so I think it should be the same here, right? Do you have any strong messengers who can split the space? I think you should have a way to help introduce it.

Everyone turned their eyes to Luo Binghong. Seeing this scene, Yang Zhihuan said happily, "It's true! I'm looking for the right person this time!"

Luo Binghong thought of Tianshi: "Well, I'll introduce you to someone, but you have to be psychologically prepared first, because I can only say that he may have a way, because I don't know much about his strength."

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Narrator: This Yang is my next book. Come out and he will live on the earth for a long time.