There's something wrong with me

‘If I had a deeper understanding of the structure of the clay bowl, I could be even faster.

Or, I could try to make the spiritual energy hotter, and instantly burn it into a porcelain bowl.’

Zhang Feng picked up the bowl in mid-air, drinking water while summarizing his gains and losses.

After finishing the water, the bowl didn't turn into mud.

Zhang Feng tucked it into his arms and continued towards the city.

… …

Evening.

Arriving at a hostel.

Zhang Feng had been walking all the way, and he also figured out this heating and this bowl.

In the final analysis, it was still that the quality of his spiritual energy was not enough, and the quality of his spiritual thoughts was not enough.

If the current 1.15 spiritual thoughts could become 2.15.

Coupled with high-quality spiritual energy, or massive compression of spiritual energy.

Then the temperature that erupts will definitely be enough.

At that time, the moment he uses his spiritual thoughts to pick up the soil, it will turn into a porcelain bowl.

This should be the immortal's 'transformation technique'.

If he understands the difference between stone and gold, then turning stone into gold is not a fantasy.

As for another kind of flesh and blood transformation like 'calling a deer a horse'.

Zhang Feng felt that it required understanding the different structures of the two creatures, as well as more detailed functional data.

As long as he understands these, then the instant he points at it, as long as he can 'disintegrate and reorganize' it in an instant.

Then calling a deer a horse is not some ghostly tale.

Including riding on the clouds, as long as you understand the structure of the clouds, and then use spiritual thoughts and spiritual energy to create a 'cloud', that's it.

Or the distance of 'telekinesis' could be further.

Then he could directly 'telekinesis' a cloud down.

Zhang Feng felt that it should be like this.

Immortal Ling Shan didn't lie, because this can all be done.

It's similar to performing surgery, but it's more precise and needs to be completed instantly.

Even, Zhang Feng felt that he could also 'reorganize' himself.

If he could reach the point of reorganizing himself, this might be the 'life leap' in the secret book.

But compared to reorganizing himself.

Zhang Feng wanted to gain more 'body weight'.

Quantitative changes in flesh and blood are also reorganization.

This way, even if he wants to become a super monster in the future, he will have 'enough meat' to support it.

Otherwise, a monster that is several thousand meters high would only weigh a few hundred pounds.

This density is not normal.

… …

The next day, morning.

Zhang Feng was eating at the steamed bun shop opposite the hostel while looking at the street.

Now there are more cars, more bicycles, and from time to time you can see people holding big cell phones.

That's right, it's been thirty-five years since he came to this world.

This year, he seems to be sixty-five?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng suddenly came back to his senses and got up to look in the mirror at the entrance of the shop.

He hadn't paid attention before, but now that he looked, he already looked a bit like an old man, and there were large patches of white hair on the top of his head.

There are also some wrinkles on his face.

This is all from thinking and staying up late every day.

Although spiritual power and resonance can repair these.

But after looking at his appearance, Zhang Feng felt that it was quite good, so he wouldn't repair it.

The traces left by the years are proof of natural changes, and also the memory markers of his hard study.

Zhang Feng likes this experience.

"Grandpa... please make way."

There was a child at the door who weakly spoke when he saw Zhang Feng blocking the door and looking in the mirror.

Because although Zhang Feng looked old, he was quite strong.

Nearly one meter seventy-three in height, and he practiced wildly in the mountains and forests every day with big fish, big meat, and various medicinal materials, eating like crazy.

At first glance, he also had a bit of a majestic air.

At least for this little baby, Zhang Feng was very tall.

"I was blocking you."

Zhang Feng made way for him and also touched his head.

After being touched, the little baby belatedly flinched and ran into the steamed bun shop.

He thought Zhang Feng was a bad guy.

His dad told him that some people pat children on the head, and the children follow them.

… …

Afternoon.

Zhang Feng took a bus that didn't require an ID card and headed towards the provincial capital.

If you want to find martial artists, it's easier to ask for information in big places.

Just wandering around like this, he took the bus for an afternoon.

Zhang Feng was very leisurely because he had traveled all over nine provinces, and only three provinces were left.

He has also learned spiritual power now.

In addition, the growth world is originally a leisurely relaxation.

Then enjoy the relaxation.

He has practiced hard for thirty-five years, and it's time to give himself a mental vacation.

Otherwise, he would be distracted by practicing the six paths together every day.

Although the demon heart value doesn't increase quickly, he can't stand the mental pressure.

Thinking.

Sitting in the back row, Zhang Feng looked at a young passenger next to him.

He is a thief.

He also has a little skill, about half a Dongqing.

It can be used to tease.

The reason he chose this bus was to follow this thief.

"Kid."

Zhang Feng spoke impolitely, and the thief was stunned by a single sentence.

"Want to live, or want to die?"

"Me? Are you talking to me?"

The thief stood up directly.

Although he wasn't as tall as Zhang Feng, he naturally had courage because he had martial arts skills.

"You old thing! Say that again if you have the guts?"

"What's wrong?"

A middle-aged man who was a little closer saw his companion stand up, and thought that his companion had been caught in the act, so he wanted to come over and help him escape.

"What's going on in the back?"

The ticket seller heard the scolding in the back and also looked over.

Including the passengers in the car who were looking at the scenery or chatting, they also focused their attention on Zhang Feng.

"Don't panic."

After the middle-aged man came to the back, he grabbed the thief's arm, signaling him not to be impulsive.

"Nothing."

The thief first gave the middle-aged man a look that he hadn't been exposed, and then lowered his voice and said, "This old man scolded me for no reason, asking me if I wanted to live or die? Is he sick?"

"Don't talk too much."

The middle-aged man was an old Jianghu, and after hearing the thief say these words, he didn't support the thief, but looked at Zhang Feng who was also looking over.

Looking at it, he felt that Zhang Feng was just a slightly strong old man.

Apart from that, he didn't think Zhang Feng looked like a cop or anything.

But just in case, and he really didn't want to quarrel with people and then have the cops come over.

So, he took out what he thought was the most amiable look and said to Zhang Feng, "Old man, is there some misunderstanding?

Or did my brother accidentally offend you somewhere? I'll apologize for him."

He wanted to turn hostility into friendship.

At least on a crowded bus, that's what he wanted.

Wait until he gets off the bus, then he'll talk.

"It's a misunderstanding."

Zhang Feng saw that his accomplice had also come over, but suddenly stood up kindly, then put one hand on the thief and one hand on the middle-aged man.

The two of them didn't move, but their eyes rolled around in panic, and their expressions were extremely terrified.

"Sit down."

Zhang Feng, one hand on each person, made them sit down.

Under Zhang Feng's resonance control, their bodies also obediently and naturally sat down.

It's just that to outsiders, the two of them had panicked expressions on their faces, as if they had seen something terrible.

But in the next second, the two of them recovered their smiles in Zhang Feng's resonance, and said insincerely with a smile:

"We misunderstood you, old man."

"Yes, yes, we misunderstood."

The two said, really about to cry.

But like the curator at that time, they couldn't cry.

"It turns out there's nothing wrong..."

The ticket seller and the others saw that there was no situation here, so they stopped paying attention.

But in reality, the two of them really wanted everyone to look at them a few more times, to see the strangeness on their bodies, and then call the police, that would be best.

And Zhang Feng was sitting in the middle of the two, with his arms around their shoulders, and felt that spiritual thoughts were quite interesting.

'In the past, I could only control one person at most.

But now that spiritual thoughts are differentiated, I can control two people separately and make them speak at the same time.

It's just that the fine operations will be a little worse, otherwise, others wouldn't be able to see their panicked expressions.'

… …

An hour later.

The bus stopped at the edge of a town, belonging to a mid-way stop.

Zhang Feng and the two came down, and had already let go of them.

But they were still panicked, and didn't dare to run around or shout after getting off the bus.

"Talk about it."

Zhang Feng asked, "You said you have a car, where is the car?"

On the way, Zhang Feng inquired about it with them and learned that there was a master in this province.

Then let them drive and take him to see him.

"The car is in the town..."

The two didn't dare to say anything more and led the way directly.

When they arrived at a residential area.

The two drove an ordinary car, their home was here.

Waiting to get in the car and add gas nearby.

Zhang Feng sat in the back seat, ignoring the thief who was driving, and focused on the middle-aged man who didn't dare to move:

"On the bus, there were many people and many eyes, and I didn't want to ask too much.

So now let's talk, what is the name of the master in this province?"

"I only know that his surname is Li, and he is passed down from Bajiquan."

The middle-aged man quickly said, "He runs a martial arts gym in the suburbs of the neighboring city in this province.

It's the kind of small building in the suburbs, surrounded by a small courtyard."

"I know this style."

Zhang Feng heard it familiarly, because his master, and some of the headmasters in the Transformation Realm world, liked to do this.

"Get to the point."

Zhang Feng was more concerned about the strength issue, "How much do you know about his news?"

This middle-aged man is a martial artist, no less than Dongqing.

Such a person can already be regarded as a genuine martial artist.

And still a roaming thief.

It's definitely right to ask them for information.

Sure enough, he quickly replied:

"Headmaster Li is a Dan Jin master, with a force of two thousand catties!

He is also one of the top three masters in the world!"

'A thousand catties.'

Zhang Feng converted it slightly, which is about 100 physique.

If he simply used Transformation Realm to reach this point, then the prescriptions and training methods of this world are very useful.

Must copy.

Among them, the martial arts, this is easy to copy, because he now has six spiritual thoughts, coupled with analogy, and this world has Transformation Realm, then it will be very fast to learn.

As for the prescription.

He studied for so long in the first seven years, and also has a very deep foundation, so it's not difficult.

The foundation for learning is enough, and the remaining time will definitely be enough to learn, and there should be a lot of time left.

Zhang Feng quickly relaxed and asked the middle-aged man again, "Who is the first?"

Zhang Feng wanted to know who the first was.

If possible, find him to practice.

"The first?"

The middle-aged man paused for a while before saying uncertainly, "It seems to be a Taoist priest?"

"Immortal Ling Shan?"

Zhang Feng blurted out.

"I don't know..."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "This is really hearsay, I don't know the name."

"Then what have you heard?"

Zhang Feng leaned on the back seat, "Tell me everything you've heard."

"It's a Taoist priest..."

The middle-aged man was thinking and recalling, and then said uncertainly, "But the martial arts he practices don't seem to be Dan Jin?

I can't say this."

"When was this news?"

Zhang Feng quickly thought, "Was it thirty-five years ago, or recently?"

Zhang Feng wanted to know if this Taoist priest was Immortal Ling Shan.

Of course, even if he didn't practice his own skills.

Zhang Feng also felt that he must be the world's number one.

Because he, the guest of honor, and Chen Tiancai were all outrageous.

Chen Tiancai was a cross-century technology.

The guest of honor was, others practice martial arts, he overclocked his internal energy.

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain, others practice martial arts, he cultivates immortality.

And then he brought himself to cultivate immortality together.

"Has the news of the appearance of that Taoist been around for sixty or seventy years?" The middle-aged man heard Zhang Feng's question, but was even more uncertain, saying:

"Legend has it that he was a person from the Min Dynasty, and he also sneaked into the military camp on the island, killing many Japanese officers, and then retreated completely under the encirclement of guns.

So many people in the martial arts world, based on his strength and achievements, have always placed him first.

But… …Uncle, do you believe this? Can people escape from gunfire?”

“Believe it, why not believe it?” Zhang Feng heard sixty or seventy years, and then calculated the time when he saw him.

At that time, he looked like he was in his eighties, and the time was 1980.

But in fact, he should be older, let's say 100.

Then the time he killed the Japanese, he should have been in his prime, which matches up.

It seems that this Taoist is really him.

To escape from gunfire, as long as the physique is around 60, and there are more obstacles around.

With his spiritual energy escape method, he can definitely run.

“When did he disappear?” Zhang Feng asked again.

“I don’t know.” The middle-aged man shook his head, “Anyway, I heard many old seniors say that after he saw our country’s victory, he suddenly disappeared, as if this person never existed.”

'This Great Immortal of Ling Mountain sounds upright and righteous.' Zhang Feng heard this and further wanted to find him, and then kill that rat.

Otherwise, this lifetime of fame will end up with a rat monster.

That would be really terrible.

… …

The next day, morning.

Arriving at a suburb on the edge of the city.

Zhang Feng asked them to park here and looked at the nearby police station,

“You two, turn yourselves in.”

“Grandpa, I was wrong… … ”

“Can you let us go… … ”

The two of them didn't want to go when they heard this.

Zhang Feng then placed his palm on the plastic thermos cup next to the handbrake, and with the vigor bursting out, with a hiss, several needle-thin holes were punched out of the solid plastic.

“Transforming Energy… … ” The two were stunned, never expecting that this old man not only had a strange secret method of manipulation, but was also a master of Transforming Energy?

And looking at the extent of this casual release of strength, it was far more than just Transforming Energy!

'He might be Dan Jin… …' The two were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.

“Either take a hit to the heart.” Zhang Feng looked at the sluggish two, “Or go turn yourselves in now, choose.”

Crack—

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the two got out of the car directly and ran towards the police station in front, shouting 'I'm a thief! I want to turn myself in!'

Zhang Feng glanced at them, and after seeing them being questioned by two policemen, he also got out of the car and walked towards the 'sect' in the distance.

That place was about four or five kilometers away from here, very close, so the car was no longer needed.

Let the police take it over and handle it, and return it to the original owner, this is stolen goods.

Leaving this street.

Zhang walked on the outer ring road, also observing the surroundings.

Outside the road, there were sparse vehicles.

From time to time, one or two martial artists could be seen jogging or riding bicycles forward.

That should be where 'Headmaster Li's' martial arts gym is located.

Because most of these martial artists who come and go practice Bajiquan.

This is considered 'same sect'.

Zhang Feng was about to meet another world's same sect, to be honest, he was quite happy.

Walking like this.

Zhang Feng also straightened the big shirt on his body, and then smoothed his hair, considered a white-haired slicked-back hair.

Try to embody a master's 'spiritual boxing appearance'.

At this time, a young man practicing Bajiquan ran past Zhang Feng.

“Young man.” Zhang Feng called out to him based on his age.

When he stopped curiously.

Zhang Feng asked kindly: “I want to find Headmaster Li, but I don’t know exactly where the teaching place is.

My grandson is learning boxing there.”

For places that obviously teach 'real kung fu', under normal circumstances, if you ask the disciples inside, the disciples may not necessarily tell you.

It's better to find a reason at random, and chat after you get to the place.

“Old man, come with me.” The young man smiled and said: “I’m going to practice boxing.”

He thought Zhang Feng was really looking for his junior, so he also led the way.

Zhang Feng also followed him, and occasionally looked around,

He had been practicing martial arts in this world for more than thirty years, but he had never really experienced it properly.

“Old man, your body is not bad?” The young man didn't walk slowly, and seeing that Zhang Feng could easily keep up, he felt that this old man's physique was not weak.

Because some old people seem to still have some figure, but in fact, their strength has long been gone.

“Regular exercise.” Zhang Feng casually replied, and looked ahead.

There was a small building with a courtyard around it.

At this moment, the sound of punching was coming from inside.

Just listening to this full-bodied voice, Zhang Feng knew that there were at least four small masters at the businessman level inside.

“Here it is!” After the young man arrived at the door, he let Zhang Feng in while shouting to the fellow brothers: “Hey, hey, whose grandpa is here? Letting the old man run such a long way!”

The young man had a sense of righteousness when he saw injustice, and when he saw Zhang Feng was so old, and still thinking about his grandson, and came here specifically, he felt uncomfortable.

One was to envy this grandson, and the other was to feel sorry for the old man.

“Whose grandpa?” When the disciples heard this, they curiously looked at Zhang Feng.

None of them recognized him.

At the same time, Zhang Feng didn't expect the young man to shout so loudly, and he paused.

However.

Zhang Feng then bowed to the disciples who looked over, thought about it, didn't use 'old man', but 'I',

“I am Zhang Feng, self-taught Bajiquan, and know a little about what various families have learned. I am here today to meet Headmaster Li, ask for a hand, and learn about the changes in strength.”

“Uh… … ” Hearing Zhang Feng’s words, everyone was dumbfounded, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Because Zhang Feng’s old man’s big shirt, and the appearance of his hair turning white and senile plaques.

He really looked like an old man playing chess by the roadside.

And now such an old man, instead of laughing and playing chess by the roadside, came to a 'formal sect to ask for boxing techniques?'

They felt that this was too funny.

After all, even if Zhang Feng had boxing skills.

But looking at him in his seventies, he had long lost his strength.

Zhang Feng looked old.

Boxing fears the young and strong, it's not just saying it, young people can really beat old boxers to death.

“Master, you should go back… … ” Hearing that Zhang Feng didn't come to find his grandson, but came to 'challenge the gym', the young man scratched his head while persuading him.

“Hahaha… … ” At this moment, someone couldn't help it and laughed directly.

“Our master is the third in the world… … ” Someone also explained speechlessly: “Old man, are you asking for advice, asking the wrong person?”

He said, pointing to the east, “There is also a martial arts gym a few streets away, and that gym owner is also surnamed Li.

He is about the same age as you, is that who you are looking for?”

He felt that Zhang Feng should have some kung fu, and wanted to make a name for himself, so he wanted to challenge the gym.

But he may not have enough experience in finding opponents, and then found the wrong person.

“Zhang Feng?” Many disciples were also communicating with each other, “I haven’t heard of this similar or nearly the same name, he should just want to make a name for himself, but he found the wrong person.”

“Yes, I feel like that’s how it should be.”

“Hey, it’s also because our sect has a good atmosphere, hearing that someone is challenging the gym, we still have to persuade the challenger to leave… … ”

At the same time.

Giggle—

On the third floor, there was a corridor.

One of the doors opened, and a burly man in his forties walked out of the door.

“Headmaster!”

“Master!”

When the crowd saw the strong man, they saluted one after another.

“Who wants to spar?” The strong man Headmaster Li came to the railing of the corridor, looked around the yard, and directly ignored the old man at the door.

“Master… … ” At this time, a disciple shouted, and pointed to Zhang Feng, “It’s this master… … ”

“What?” Headmaster Li glanced at Zhang Feng, and didn't want to compete, “This master, although sparring is a competition, it is not a child’s play.

You should go back.”

Headmaster Li was speechless, and couldn't bring up any thoughts of fighting.

“Yes, uncle, go back.” Seeing that the master had spoken, a leading disciple also persuaded, “You… …you are this old, if something happens, we… …we can’t handle it.”

“Yes!” The disciples next to him were also talking, “You are here alone now, but if something happens to you, and your family makes trouble for us, how can we practice?

At that time, there is no way to reason… … ”

“The problem is this problem.” A young disciple also echoed, “We can’t always say that it was you who wanted to spar, so we accepted it?

Do you think your children believe it? Your children will definitely say, 'My dad wants to fight, wouldn't you persuade him?'”

As several people spoke.

The disciples were all reasoning with emotion, but no one dared to move this old man.

But if it was replaced by that kind of young man, they would have already started greeting him.

“Master, you should go back.” Seeing that Zhang Feng didn't move, Headmaster Li took out a bunch of car keys from his waist and threw them to a disciple downstairs,

“You ask this master where he lives, and then send him back.”

After speaking, Headmaster Li was about to go back to the house to continue practicing.

Seeing that he was about to leave, and really didn't accept the fist, Zhang Feng cupped his fists to the surroundings and said:

“I am here today, not to make trouble for no reason, but I really want to exchange martial arts views with your gym owner.

But at this moment, it seems that if I don't show some skills, you will all think that I am an unreasonable old man.

Then, although we are of the same sect, Zhang Feng has offended you.”

Words fall.

“What?” Headmaster Li heard this, curiously turned around and looked down.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng gently stepped on the ground with his feet, and with one step, like a flying bird stepping into the air, he leaped up seven meters high, and gently stood on the corridor on the third floor, standing in front of the dumbfounded Headmaster Li,

“Headmaster Li, I have shown my skills now, will you and I still spar?”

“Spar… …spar?” Headmaster Li’s right eyelid twitched a few times, and then he couldn’t bring up any thoughts of fighting, and quickly cupped his fists and said: “Junior has met Senior! Senior was joking about the sparring… … ”