"Mr. zombie world?"

    Shen Wen picked up the hot Lingquan on the table and drank again. His mind was recalling the plot of Mr. Zombie''s world.

    The plot of the zombie world took place in the early years of the Republic of China. The late father of the rich squire forced and lured a Feng Shui gentleman to obtain a feng shui treasure land. Feng Shui told him that twenty years after he was buried, he must raise a grave and move to another place to be buried before he can be buried by his children and grandchildren.

    Twenty years later, Ren FA went to the local Maoshan master ninth uncle to handle the matter. On the day of lifting the coffin, Ninth uncle found that Ren''s tomb was a feng shui treasure cave.

    However, twenty years after Mr. Ren''s body died, there was still no sign of corruption. It was extremely strange. Uncle Jiu planned to burn it. Unfortunately, Mr. Ren disagreed. Finally, the body turned into a zombie, which led to a fierce fight.

    "The sun''s divine skill has just reached the sun to restrain ghosts and zombies. There is also a Buddhist palm technique I understand that also inhibits ghosts and zombies. There is no problem in ensuring safety."

    Shen Wen looked up the timeline of Mr. Zombie''s world again. His mind moved and his figure disappeared in place.

    "Wang Chao, are you going to cultivate internal skills or national skills?"

    "If you choose to cultivate internal skills, you can get a nine Yang Scripture."

    "If you choose to practice Chinese martial arts, you can get a Book of Taijiquan."

    When God happened, Zhang Sanfeng, Li xunhuan and others would not take their relatives to visit Zhutian college, so they sent them back. After Li xunhuan woke up Wang Chao who had passed out, he asked.

    "Is there any difference between internal skill and national skill?"

    Wang Chao hesitated.

    He has also read many martial arts novels. He subconsciously feels that martial arts scripts are more powerful. However, internal skill and national skill can become courses of equal status, which naturally has its advantages.

    "If you cultivate national skills, you will be stronger, and if you cultivate internal skills, you will be more flexible. There is not much difference between the two."

    "However, if you don''t have any knowledge of meridians and acupoints, I suggest you choose Chinese martial arts."

    Although he is an internal skill cultivator, Li xunhuan did not recommend Wang Chao to cultivate internal skills.

    He saw at a glance that Wang Chao''s body was ordinary and there was no trace of cultivation. In this case, the relatively low-level national skill was more suitable for him.

    "You don''t have to worry. Zhutian college doesn''t restrict you from cultivating martial arts secrets of other systems."

    Li xunhuan seemed to know what Wang Chao wanted to say and smiled.

    Not only does Wang Chao have this idea, but he also wants to cultivate more cultivation systems.

    However, when you really come into contact with different cultivation systems, you will understand a truth that you can''t reach the peak of one cultivation system. Cultivating one more is completely distracting your energy.

    The wisest way is to cultivate a system of self-discipline and absorb the essence of other systems.

    "Then I choose Chinese art."

    Wang Chao nodded.

    "Shen Wansan, what course do you choose to practice?"

    "Internal skill? National skill?"

    Seeing that Wang Chao listened to his own opinions, Li xunhuan nodded with satisfaction and turned his eyes to another freshman.

    "I''ll choose internal skill."

    Shen Wansan hesitated.

    Chinese martial arts pay more attention to movement. You need to practice boxing for several hours every day and constantly fight with people in order to reach a high level.

    Internal skills emphasize calmness, which tests talent and understanding.

    Shen Wansan doesn''t know his talent and understanding. However, his ambition is not to practice. It takes more time to practice Chinese martial arts.

    "That''s good."

    Li xunhuan nodded gently. He also received the notice. The student had something special.

    "Teacher Tang Zichen is in charge of the Chinese martial arts course. Students who choose the internal skill course can ask immortal Zhang for advice if it is a question of cultivating the Jiuyang Sutra. He has reached the great level of cultivating the Jiuyang Sutra."

    Li xunhuan said.

    "You prepare for a special course today."

    "Your junior class is also small and large-scale. This time, I will connect you to the world of Taoists, ghosts and zombies, so that you can get in touch with the fighting methods of other cultivation systems and broaden your horizons."

    Just then, Shen Wen appeared and announced.

    "Give you a quarter of an hour to prepare, and then go."

    "Ah ~"

    Not to mention the two new students Wang Chao and Shen Wansan, even the others were shocked and flustered.

    Taoists, ghosts and Zombies!

    How to deal with this legendary opponent?

    Although they had been prepared, they really didn''t expect to come so soon.

    "If I have a chance, I will arrange for you to fight with ghosts and zombies. I hope you have a mental preparation. Don''t let me down at that time."

    Shen Wen reminded me.

    "Master, can you catch ghosts?"

    Zhang Cuishan subconsciously asked Zhang Sanfeng. If he did, he quickly taught him this stupid apprentice.

    As the voice fell, others also threw their eyes at Zhang Sanfeng.

    Strictly speaking, only Zhang Sanfeng is a Taoist. Although Zhang Cuishan is Zhang Sanfeng''s apprentice, he has nothing to do with the Taoist. He is more like a Xiake.

    "The Taoist priest hasn''t seen real ghosts and zombies. How can he deal with them?"

    Zhang Sanfeng looked helpless.

    It''s true that a Taoist can catch ghosts, not to mention a Taoist who hasn''t even seen ghosts.

    "I heard that black dog blood subdues ghosts."

    "The blood of the big cock seems to be OK."

    "Grave robbers always carry black donkey hooves when they steal tombs. I don''t know if black donkey hooves can restrain ghosts and Zombies?"

    ·······

    Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had no way, everyone couldn''t help discussing the way.

    "I heard that boy urine can restrain ghosts and zombies."

    Ye man couldn''t help saying.

    "Don''t look at everything, master. You are a man with a wife and children. Learn to be independent. If you want a boy to pee, ask your son for help."

    Zhang Sanfeng''s face was stiff and he glared at Zhang Cuishan angrily.

    I don''t see what the occasion is.

    "A quarter of an hour is fifteen minutes. It takes 150 minutes to return to the original world. I''ll go back to the original world and prepare for it in two and a half hours."

    Yue buqun said a word and disappeared in place.

    Whether black dog blood or cock blood is useful or not, take it first.

    With the support of Zhu Youzhu, the emperor of Ming filial piety, we can get all these things together in an hour.

    "I''ll go back, too."

    IP man said, but also returned to the original world.

    He remembered that there was a butcher next door who slaughtered an unknown number of pigs. According to some folk legends, he could restrain ghosts and zombies.

    After a while, only Shen Wansan and Wang Chao were left.

    "Shen Wansan, you are responsible for the logistics of this course, and Wang Chao, you will be Shen Wansan''s assistant."

    Shen Wansan and Wang Chao are ordinary people, but they don''t need to participate in the battle.

    "It''s the dean."

    Hearing Shen Wen''s words, Shen Wansan and Wang Chao were relieved.

    Shooting world, Shaolin Temple.

    "Boom!" "boom!" "boom!" "boom!"······

    "Abbot, shall we stop for a while?"

    One of the eighteen bronze men hesitated.

    The man named God lying on the ground has been knocked by him with an iron rod for more than half an hour.

    "Stop what? Miss Li asked us to give him three or four hours of trial. This is just the beginning."

    Abbot kucheng stared at the little monk.

    I really don''t have any eyesight. This unlucky guy was sent by Li xunhuan to polish them.

    In addition to Li xunhuan, the new teacher Tang Zichen also told them to be careful.

    If you don''t call this god Buddha father today, he won''t stop.

    "Let me go, Zhutian College... Send a notice. In a quarter of an hour, we will... Enter other world trials. Dare you delay me..."

    At this time, the crippled God vomited blood in his mouth, and his eyes were about to crack, choking.

    "A quarter of an hour? Don''t worry, it won''t affect your class."

    Abbot kucheng beat God''s mouth with an iron bar and knocked off his front teeth. It''s very horizontal. I dare to threaten them at this time.

    When I first came, I looked at them like garbage,

    "Play for another hour and a half, and finally leave him 13 breath time, 10 breath to recover from the injury, and three breath for him to prepare to start."

    god，“······”。