AI algorithm: I figured out the immortal cultivation technique

After sending the message, Bai Mengyan finished his meal quickly and began to browse the other party's Moments, only to find that there was still no message at all.

‘Humph, he is young, like a little old man. ’

With a cold snort, Bai Mengyan continued to browse the website with a slightly sweet feeling in his heart to increase his knowledge reserve.

Wang Ren, who was staying at home, checked WeChat while recovering his spiritual power. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and casually replied: "I think you must be very busy, so just read the first three words!"

He, who has been a street fighter for ten years, can easily pick up earthy love words.

Putting down his mobile phone, Wang Ren continued to play the ordinary version of the ancient Ba Duan Jin to speed up the recovery of his spiritual power.

"I am now considered to be at the first level of martial arts?!"

On the second day after officially entering work, Xiao Lishi stood in the special training room of the bureau, looked at the broken stone statue in front of her, then looked at her intact hand, and said in surprise.

She did not expect that the achievement that the masters at the headquarters said would take half a year could be achieved by just one pill.

If there were more of that elixir.

Thinking of the possibility of overtaking on some kind of curve, Xiao Lishi couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.

However, this matter cannot be rushed. You need to brush up on the favorability of the senior expert first.

In addition, she also had to go to Wang's Martial Arts School to learn more about martial arts.

Both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be hard!

"Father, this is the basic information about Senior Wang."

On the other side, Wang Daqi, who got some basic information from Liu Wen, reported it to his father.

It was about a senior who was stronger than their father, so they couldn't help but ignore it.

"30 years old?!"

After looking at the basic information on the information, Wang Bucheng raised his head in astonishment.

"There should be no problem with the information. The senior's elementary school, middle school, and university files are well documented."

Speaking of the senior's age, Wang Daqi was a little surprised when he saw it for the first time.

In their Chinese martial arts world, anyone who breaks through the fourth level of cultivation before the age of 30 is considered a genius.

Reaching the seventh level of cultivation is considered an elder in all major sects today, and can even occupy the position of leader.

If you reach the eighth or even ninth level of cultivation at the age of 30, any martial artist with some common sense will think it is a fantasy.

But thinking that the magical elixir came from the hands of that senior, Wang Daqi felt that it was natural.

As long as there is an unlimited supply of that kind of elixir, the medicinal properties of the elixir will not superimpose immunity. He has been able to reach the ninth level of cultivation at the age of thirty since he was a child.

"It seems that the other party is indeed an ancient family hidden in the world. It is impossible to say that the untimely death of the other party's parents is related to martial arts entanglements."

Putting down the fluffy piece of paper, Wang Bucheng made up the image in his mind of a reclusive family hiding in the city.

Then, one night, the existence of the spiritual pill was leaked, and the couple with strong martial arts skills died together with the enemy, leaving behind a young master.

However, due to the family's ancestral precepts, the Wang family heir always kept a low profile, and his grades in school were only average, until he was accidentally discovered by his father and son.

Or maybe the young master met the girl he loved and broke the long-standing family rules.

Otherwise, there is no way that such a magical elixir could have remained unknown for many years.

This is very consistent with the current situation, and Wang Bucheng feels that he has guessed almost everything.

"Father's guess makes sense."

Listening to his father's analysis, Wang Daqi also quite agreed.

After all, my father, who is over seventy years old, has eaten more salt than rice, and is used to the grudges and grudges in the so-called martial arts world.

"Now that we know the identity of the other party, you should make friends with this senior seriously and don't disturb him for no reason. With such a life experience, you are more sensitive to the outside world, so you have to be cautious."

After confirming the identity of the other party, Wang Bucheng also asked his son to be careful when getting along with the other party.

Not to mention anything else, if they could buy a few more elixirs, then their Wang Family Martial Arts School would definitely be able to overtake them in a corner and overwhelm the other sects.

When people reach a certain age, they don’t fight for everything.

"yes."

With the 2 million sent by Miss Xiao, Wang Ren no longer had to worry about the cost of short-term training and could maintain the intensity of his training with peace of mind.

What was different from before was that during the breaks in training, Wang Ren would exchange a few earthy love words with the white girl from time to time, which actually helped to improve his mood.

‘Senior, I don’t know if I will be free tomorrow. Can I ask you for advice? ’

In late January, Wang Ren received a WeChat message from Wang Daqi in the evening and casually replied: "At 5:30 tomorrow morning, at the top of Tashan Park."

In addition, Wang Ren conveniently sent a message to another staff member, asking him to come there tomorrow morning.

Now that he has begun to get in touch with the martial arts of this world, Wang Ren doesn't mind getting acquainted with the relevant personnel, which will be beneficial to the future.

At five o'clock in the morning the next day, Wang Ren had just finished practicing two rounds of Huangji Sanjie when he heard two footsteps.

After a while, Wang Daqi and a somewhat familiar old man arrived hand in hand.

Looking back carefully in his mind, Wang Ren, whose memory had improved a lot after cultivating immortality, remembered that he and the other party had met in the square in front of Huanglong Cave. Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a martial arts master.

In the past few days, Xiao Lishi has sent him a lot of martial arts-related knowledge, including information about Wang Bucheng, the only master in Hangzhou who has reached the sixth level or above.

Basically, every province has masters who are above the sixth level of martial arts, and some sects even have more than one or two.

The number of martial arts masters in each province also determines its status in the "modern martial arts world" and whether it has the qualifications to hold martial arts conferences.

In recent decades, Hangzhou has never held a martial arts conference.

"Senior, please forgive me for coming here in advance to disturb me."

Arriving in front of this young senior, Wang Daqi respectfully saluted with clasped fists.

There is a hierarchy when it comes to hearing Tao. In martial arts, the elders within the sect come first, but when outsiders meet, the strongest one comes first.

"It doesn't matter."

"This is my father."

Seeing that the other party did not blame him, Wang Daqi introduced the father beside him.

"I, the king, did not take the opportunity to see it beforehand."

In the same salute, Wang Bucheng introduced himself very formally.

"Senior Wang, you're welcome. You are a generation older than me. Just call me by my name."

Wang Ren's attitude towards this martial arts master was also very polite.

"We in martial arts have always been informal. In this case, we are of the same generation, so I would like to call you brother, and you can call me brother, okay?"

After confirming the age of the other party, Wang Bucheng did not hesitate and started talking about the names of both parties.

"Brother, you're welcome."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Wang Ren and Wang Daqi stood on both sides, ten meters apart, and began to prepare for the competition.

Xiao Lishi, who came over twenty minutes early, saw that Director Wang was also there and stood quietly aside, not daring to say anything.

"Senior, I'm starting."

After finishing speaking, Wang Daqi's internal energy started to circulate, and he flew away with a heavy hammer against the sky like thunder.

"."

Facing Director Wang's attack, Wang Ren, who stood still, mobilized 50% of his spiritual power and used the Twin Towers to support the ground.

His legs seemed to be connected with the earth under his feet. Wang Ren could feel a great energy rising from the soles of his feet. He was as thick as the earth, and his hands seemed to be closed, like the arms of Mother Earth.

"boom."

Wang Daqi, who used eight points of strength, only felt that his heavy hammer hit a huge mountain range, and the counterattack force was transmitted from his fist into his body.

In an instant, Wang Daqi flew back passively, a little faster than the attack speed just now.