Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland.

Chapter 486 Big Goblin Blood
The depth of Chen Wang's palm power and the surging of his true Qi amazed even this old boxer who had practiced the Great Sun True Qi for many years.

Fortunately, he had Chen Wang's medicine to treat him, otherwise he would probably have to stay in bed for a long time again.

The old boxer never mentioned sparring with Chen Wang again.

It's so scary.

He couldn't explain Chen Wang's current state.

But he could never reach the realm of Martial Saint.

"The realm of Martial Saint is when one's Qi turns into a physical form. However, the secrets of how to cultivate to the level of Martial Saint are already top secret. Many martial arts sects don't have a Martial Saint."

Said the old boxer Ning Huaian.

Chen Wang asked, "So which sects have martial saints?"

As long as it is available, Chen Wang sets a goal to quickly improve his strength in this world.

The old boxer said: "The head of the Wu family should be the Martial Saint, as well as the master of Xuankong Mountain and the sword-wielding elder of the Sword Sect."

"The rest should be in the imperial court. There are still few in the martial arts world."

The Chu Dynasty had many experts in its one prefecture and three departments, so the power of the court was naturally greater than that of the martial arts world. Otherwise, the martial arts world would dominate the world.

Chen Wang nodded.

"Then I'm going to go visit."

The old boxer was stunned for a moment.
"You want to learn art?"

Chen Wang nodded and said, "Not bad."

The old boxer said: "Even if I have this unique skill, I won't teach it to you easily."

Chen Wang smiled and said, "You can try it."

The old boxer said: "When you cultivate to the realm of martial saint, you can move freely even among thousands of armored soldiers. Your true qi and form are extraordinary. Don't act rashly."

Chen Wang smiled and said, "Senior, don't worry."

He will not stay in Quyang City forever. Since he knows that there are Martial Saints in these places, he will naturally go and visit them to improve his strength.

While the two were talking, a servant brought a note saying that someone was visiting from outside.

This is the old boxer’s residence, a new house that Chen Wang specially bought for him.

The old boxer took the note and took a look at it, his face darkened: "No, send him out!"

The man stammered, "There are quite a few of them, and they look ferocious and fierce. They seem to be a gang."

The old boxer glared and said, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

The man nodded immediately, but after he took two steps, the old boxer called him back.

"Wait a moment."

The servant turned around and listened to the instructions respectfully.

The old boxer said, "I'd better go and tell them myself, lest someone with no eyes take his anger out on you. Even if I kill the man to avenge you, you'll still be dead."

The servant immediately felt warm in his heart.

The old boxer waved his hand and said to Chen Wang, "I have guests coming, so I won't keep you here for now."

Chen Wang asked, "Are you here to seek revenge or to visit a friend?"

The old boxer Ning Huaian said, "Why, are you interested?"

Chen Wang said: "If they are seeking revenge, I will just watch the fun, but if they are visiting friends, I don't want to see them."

The old boxer laughed heartily, and his gloomy mood just now disappeared.

He held Chen Wang's hand.
"Come on, I'll take you to meet them."

Although this man has a bad temper, he is proud of his superiors and never humiliates his subordinates. He cares about the life of a servant. It is not difficult to see his heart from this.

Chen Wang and the other two chatted and laughed as they walked out.

There were some people standing outside, looking very tough.

An old man stood in the middle, his face flushed, he was smiling, and he was very sturdy.

On his left and right stood two sturdy men, one had a dark face, like a violent bear, and the other had messy hair and a nine-ring golden sword on his waist, which was very eye-catching.

The red-faced old man clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Brother, it's been a long time since we last met. I missed you so much."

The old boxer said calmly: "What a grand ceremony, worthy of being the elder of the Black Tiger Gang."

The red-faced old man laughed: "In front of my senior brother, this is nothing! Senior brother, I am very happy to see that you are in good health!"

The old boxer said, "Oh? How do you know I've recovered?"

The red-faced old man smiled and said, "I came to Quyang City this time and wanted to visit my senior brother, but I didn't expect that he had moved to a new place. After asking around, I found out that he had moved to a new home."

He looked at Chen Wang and said with a smile, "May I ask what is this gentleman's name?"

Chen Wang said calmly: "Chen Wang."

"So it's Master Chen. I heard that after Master Chen came to visit, he cured my brother with just a few doses of medicine. This kindness is truly great."

Chen Wang smiled faintly and did not comment.

The old boxer frowned and said, "You want someone to check on me?"

The men behind the red-faced old man are very tough, and the two burly men on the left and right give people a great sense of oppression.

The house that Chen Wang bought for him was in a wealthy area, and some people around them were already shocked by their aura.

These people are definitely not ordinary gangsters.

The red-faced old man laughed: "Brother, I am concerned about you. Why don't you invite me in to sit down when I arrive at your residence today?"

The old boxer sneered,
"If you want to come and see me, just come by yourself. You brought so many people here. Are you trying to tell me that you are doing well now, or are you trying to find someone to slander me?"

The red-faced old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Brother, you are still so humorous when you talk."

"Many of these people are your old subordinates. I just brought them here to visit you."

The old boxer sneered, "Haha, if you don't agree, then leave here quickly. I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you."

After he finished speaking, the people around him didn't show any dissatisfaction on their faces.

The Black Tiger Gang is a big gang in the underworld.

The sect is involved in many businesses, and it is said that there are thousands of disciples, all of whom are extremely fierce.

The red-faced old man did not get angry when he heard this. He smiled and said, "Brother, although you don't want to see them, you can't refuse to see me, your old brother, right?"

He waved his hand and the men left quickly.

Although there were a lot of people, there was no trouble. It was just that the feeling of oppression was too strong.

The old boxer Ning Huaian looked sideways at the red-faced old man, who was smiling all the time.

The two old men looked at each other from a distance.

Chen Wang was also watching the fun with a smile on his face.
There seems to be some conflict between these two old men, and the conflict is so big that Old Ning is afraid that these people will kill people in front of his door.

But the next moment, the behavior of the red-faced old man made him stunned.

The red-faced old man stepped forward, bowed his head, and said loudly, "Greetings to Senior Brother!"

He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed his head.

Bang bang bang!
Without saying a word, he kowtowed three times. Although he tried to hold back his strength, he still managed to break the blue bricks on the ground.

This old man has a very high status and has a Black Tiger Gang under him.

But now that such a move was made in front of his door on the street, the old boxer was also stunned.

The red-faced old man smiled and said, "Brother, just do it for the sake of our deceased master and don't bother with me."

The old boxer Ning Huaian turned away and walked into the house.

If it were someone else, they would definitely feel left out, and would either feel ashamed to leave or be caught in a dilemma.

But this red-faced old man was a ruthless man who was willing to bow down to you. He stood up, flicked the dirt off his knees, and walked in with a smile.

When he passed by Chen Wang, he smiled and said, "Please come in, Mr. Chen."

A smile appeared on Chen Wang's lips.
interesting.

They walked in together.

The old boxer sat down in the garden angrily, seemingly unwilling to pay any attention to the red-faced old man.

The red-faced old man looked around the house and was amazed.
"Well, this house is nice, very impressive, and has a great layout. Oh? Why is the rockery broken?"

The old boxer didn't say anything either.

Chen Wang was also smiling beside him, letting the red-faced old man hold it in.

The red-faced old man came to the garden, knelt down again, and kowtowed three times to the old boxer.

"Brother, please don't think that I am a mean person who changes with the wind. I am happy for you from the bottom of my heart to see that you have recovered. This time I came to visit you sincerely."

Ning Huaian snorted coldly: "Why are you, the elder of the Black Tiger Gang, so polite? Don't be so polite, I can't bear it!"

The red-faced old man blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "You didn't say one thing right before, Senior Brother, I'm not an elder anymore, I'm the leader of the Black Tiger Gang now."

The old boxer sneered: "Oh, you are so cruel! Where is the original leader Qin? Did you kill him?"

The red-faced old man was called Hong Dingbang. He shook his head and said calmly, "Boss Qin died while fighting the demon."

He was very calm when he said this. He did not have the majesty that he had when he was standing in front of the door before, nor did he have the rogue attitude that he had later. It was as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

The old boxer was silent for a long time, and then he slowly said, "When did it happen?"

Hong Dingbang said in a deep voice: "Half a year ago."

The old boxer stepped forward and slapped him without saying anything.

There were several loud slaps, and the red-faced old man's face was swollen, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't fight back and just knelt there straight.

"Fuck you, I'm disabled, not dead. Is it that hard for you to come and tell me the news?"

The old boxer cursed.

Hong Dingbang said blankly: "When I went there, he was only one breath left. He asked me not to tell you about this."

The old boxer sighed, his eyes were red.

"Xiao Qin is my half-disciple, and you are older than him. Do you listen to him?"

He let out a long breath, and he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

"If you die, then die. There's no point in being afraid in this chaotic world."

He looked down at the red-faced old man.
"Get up, why are you pretending to be so cowardly? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

The red-faced old man stood up, rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and said, "I see that you have a good relationship with this Mr. Chen, otherwise you wouldn't hit me in front of him."

The old boxer cursed angrily: "You are full of such evil thoughts!"

At his age, he had experienced many battles in his life, and many of his peers and like-minded friends had died at the hands of demons.

After a brief period of sadness, I had already moved on.

If he had not been treated by Chen Wang, he would have been like a living dead and might have passed away one day.

The old boxer said, "You came to Quyang City this time, and brought so many good fighters with you. You must not just come to see me."

Hong Dingbang said: "Yes, Zhu Shaoxiong from the gang wants to compete for the position of junior martial arts commentator, so I will naturally bring people to support him."

The old boxer turned his face and said, "If you don't want to talk, get out."

He changed his attitude so quickly that Chen Wang was stunned for a moment.

Hong Dingbang didn't care. He cleared his throat and said, "Is this Master Chen your disciple?"

The old boxer said: "Oh, it's my old friend."

Chen Wang said: "Senior Ning has taught me his art."

The old boxer couldn't help but straighten his back when he heard this.

Chen Wang's palm hit him and sent him flying backwards, without any power to fight back.

The four words "the grace of passing on art" made his face light up.

Hong Dingbang was a little puzzled. He didn't know why his senior brother, who had a stubborn and hard temper, seemed to straighten his back after hearing these words.

When the disciple's skills are not yet fully developed, the master is proud to be his teacher. After the disciple becomes famous, the master will use the disciple's power to gain fame.

But his senior brother is a congenitally strong man, why does he need to borrow the name of a young man?

The key point is that he doesn’t even know this young man.

Hong Dingbang was a little puzzled. After a moment, he slowly said, "I received news that a great demon blood appeared outside Quyang City, so I came here specially."

The old boxer's face changed.
"Big goblin blood?! Is this news confirmed?"

Hong Dingbang said in a deep voice: "Nine out of ten, it's correct. People from the two major sects, Qingliu Sect and Xishan Sect, have come. It is said that people from the Demon Slaying Division and Demon Suppression Division of the imperial court have also come for this matter."

Although the old boxer was knowledgeable, he had long been unfamiliar with the affairs of the martial arts world and the imperial court, and this was the first time he had heard of this matter.

It was the first time that Chen Wang heard the term “big goblin blood” and he glanced at the old boxer.

The old boxer said, "Big demons are much more powerful than ordinary demons. After death, their essence and blood are hidden underground, or sealed by masters. When they appear again, they will attract many people to fight for them."

"This great goblin blood is also a very good treasure for warriors. If it can be refined, it can greatly improve the physique and strengthen the blood. It is incomparable to ordinary things."

Chen Wang's eyes lit up.
"This is good stuff!"
Hong Dingbang thought to himself: "This kid doesn't even know the blood of the great demon. He can't have a very powerful background, and he is definitely not a member of the imperial court."

He was somewhat curious about Chen Wang's identity.

Hong Dingbang is now in charge of the Black Tiger Gang. He didn't think too much at this moment. He clasped his fists towards Ning Huaian.

"Brother, I would like to ask you to help with this matter. There are many innate masters here this time. To be honest, I am not sure."

Ning Huaian asked: "Do you want to fight with the imperial court?"

Hong Dingbang said: "The court did not say that the blood essence must be collected by the court. The martial arts sects also have this opportunity, right?"

Ning Huaian said: "I can't help you with this matter. I don't want to get involved in this matter."

Hong Dingbang said: "I know that the gap between you and me cannot be eliminated with a few words, but this time I received news that people from the Heavenly Demon Alliance will definitely come."

When Ning Huaian heard the words "Heavenly Demon Alliance", a murderous look appeared in his eyes.

However, he took a deep look at Hong Dingbang and said calmly: "Even so, if I find anyone from the Heavenly Demon Alliance, I will naturally deal with them, and I don't need to rely on you."

Hong Dingbang was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ning Huaian.
"There's no need to talk about the past. Xiao Qin is gone. You should manage the Black Tiger Gang for him. If you want to come here for tea in the future, I welcome you. There's no need to talk about other things."

(End of this chapter)