Yan Ning smiled and hurriedly put his phone in his pocket, fearing that Hu Daoming would snatch it and smash it: "I'm not a genius, Tai Chi is so profound, how could I understand it all at once?"

"You boy!" Hu Daoming's face turned red with anger, but he had already spoken. He was embarrassed to let Yan Ning delete it, so he could only sigh: "You guy is smart, but you can only watch that video. If I know you have spread the video, I will come over and twist your head off!"

Tai Chi is the unique skill of Wudang Mountain. Yan Ning naturally knew that Hu Daoming's words were not to intimidate him, so he nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Brother Meng."

Hu Daoming's face looked a little better. He looked at the west room that had become a ruin. After thinking about it, he showed an excited expression on his face: "It just so happened that I had no place to live, so I can go to the bald donkey again!"

After saying that, Hu Daoming didn't call him, and turned around and left the yard. He probably went to find Monk Kongyu.

Yan Ning's ears were still echoing what Hu Daoming said, and he couldn't help but maliciously thought, Hu Daoming wouldn't be a gangster with Monk Kongyu, right?

Yan Ning sat back in his seat, took out his cell phone, and silently watched the video of Hu Daoming practicing Tai Chi by himself for more than ten times. He kept seeing it late at night, and felt something in his heart, so he turned off the video and imitated it directly in the yard.

Tai Chi emphasizes the use of softness to overcome hardness, and a quadruple digits can be used to achieve a huge impact. Yan Ning's evil thoughts are extremely violent. After a set of Tai Chi, although many movements are not standard, Yan Ning has already vaguely realized the benefits that Tai Chi brings to him.

Those evil thoughts hidden in the dead corners of the meridians of his body were removed by Tai Chi, and Hu Daoming took ten minutes to finish the boxing technique, which took Yan Ning half an hour to finish.

"call……"

With his fist and exhale, Yan Ning stood like the green bamboo in the yard, as if he was completely integrated into the love and scene.

"This Tai Chi is really mysterious." Yan Ning opened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim.

Yan Ning clenched his fists slightly and punched two fists forward. The sound of breaking through the air sounded in his ears. The speed of the fist was as terrifying as lightning.

The benefits that evil thoughts bring to Yan Ning are self-evident. Now his physical strength is comparable to that of a Maoro Roar zombie. An ordinary weapon cannot break his defense at all. Even if he cuts off his limbs, it won't take long before Yan Ning can recover.

Even Zhang Quan and others are definitely beyond the reach of this pervert.

After testing his fist strength, a satisfied expression appeared on Yan Ning's face. He looked at Zhuang Xiaoya who was resting in the room. Before he could sleep, he was not going back to the room.

"By the way, I almost forgot Laoshan." Yan Ning suddenly frowned and said to himself strangely: "Didn't that guy Yuan Xiao come to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony? Otherwise, why wouldn't he come to see me these two days?"

Anyway, he was idle and nothing happened. Yan Ning did not say hello to Zhuang Xiaoya, but left the yard alone and walked all the way to the residence in Laoshan.

The inner gate of Longhu Mountain is very large, like Yan Ning lives in many yards. Yan Ning inquired about many disciples of Longhu Mountain along the way, and then he learned about the residence of Laoshan. After about ten minutes of walking, Yan Ning came to the outside of Laoshan's courtyard. At this time, the gate of Laoshan's courtyard was closed, and whispers came from time to time.

Yan Ning stood at the door, knocked on the door, and then coughed dryly, "Is this the yard of Laoshan School?"

After a while, a young Taoist boy opened the door, but only a small gap was exposed. Yan Ning looked inside through the gap and found an old woman wearing a headscarf standing in the yard. The moment Yan Ning saw her, a glimmer suddenly flashed in his eyes.

I seem to have seen this old woman somewhere, and Yan Ning thought of this in his heart.

The old woman also noticed Yan Ning's gaze, and was stunned at first, then showed a puzzled look.

"Is you..." the little Taoist boy asked.

Yan Ning withdrew his gaze, clasped his fists at the Taoist boy and said, "Maoshan Wumen, Yan Ning."

"Ah!" The little Taoist boy was slightly surprised, "You are Yan Ning!"

Yan Ning smiled and wanted to speak further, but found that the little Taoist boy was stuck in the door. Although he knew Yan Ning's identity, he still had no intention of letting Yan Ning in.

"Our elders in Laoshan are discussing important matters. I'm sorry, I won't see guests for the time being." The little Taoist boy said with his eyes down.

Yan Ning was stunned and then said, "It's no big deal. I'm just here to find Yuan Xiao."

"Senior Brother?" The little Taoist boy was a little surprised. His eyes were strange, but he immediately hid: "Senior Brother did not come to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony this time. He was following the Dazhenren in seclusion and practicing in seclusion in the mountain gate."

After hearing this, Yan Ning suddenly realized that Yuan Xiao really didn't come to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, so it was no wonder he didn't come to find him.

After getting the answer, Yan Ning didn't hesitate and said directly: "Forget it. If you go back to Laoshan, remember to tell him for help. I will go to Laoshan to find him another day."

"Oh... OK." The little Taoist boy replied hesitantly.

Yan Ning nodded, helped the little Taoist boy to bring him to the door, turned around and left.

But he was still a little confused. The little Taoist boy always seemed to have something to say but stopped. Yan Ning was sure that he had seen the old woman in the yard.

But I just can't remember it.

...

In the courtyard of Laoshan, the little Taoist closed the door. Before he turned around, an old man in a black robe asked, "Who is here?"

The little Taoist boy was startled and hurriedly replied: "Master, Master, it is Yan Ning from Maoshan."

"What are he here to do?" the old man frowned slightly.

"Look for Senior Brother Yuan Xiao."

"He actually knew Yuan Xiao? Why did I never hear him mention it?" the old man said in surprise.

At this time, the man in green who was sitting in front of the old man put down the cup in his hand and smiled: "Did the elder forget that you, Laoshan Dazhenren, sent Yuan Xiao to Juehai Prison to destroy our Changsheng Cult's Arsenal? At that time, Yan Ning was also in Juehai Prison."

The old man in black robe was the great elder of Laoshan, Yuan Qingming.

After hearing He Ziyin's words in front of him, Yuan Qingming reacted, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Will he ruin our affairs?"

"There is no possibility." He Ziyin shook the folding fan in his hand and said meaningfully.

"I sent someone to kill him."

He Ziyin suddenly closed the folding fan and shook his head and said, "We two had injured the second elder of Longhu Mountain the day before. Now they are in a sensitive period. Now you are taking action now, wouldn't you not be able to tell yourself? If you have an accident, you will not be able to get out of Longhu Mountain."

Yuan Qingming nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "What do you think you should do?"

"This matter..." He Ziyin stood up, gently patted the dust off the corner of her clothes, and then said:
Chapter completed!