"It is said that he was from the Ming era, even infiltrated the military camp on the island, killed many officers of the enemy, and escaped unscathed despite being surrounded by gunfire.
So many people in the martial arts world have always placed him at the top because of his strength and achievements.
But... do you really believe this, sir? Can someone really escape from gunfire?"
"I do, why wouldn’t I?" Zhang Feng recalled the past decades, calculating the time he had seen him.
Back then, he seemed over eighty, in 1980.
But in reality, he should be older, probably around 100.
So during the time he killed the enemy, he should have been in his prime, which matches up.
It seems that this Daoist was indeed him.
Escaping from gunfire is possible as long as the constitution is around 60, with plenty of obstacles around.
With his Spiritual Qi escape technique, he could absolutely run.
"When did he disappear?" Zhang Feng asked again.
"I don’t know." The middle-aged man shook his head, "Anyway, I heard from many elder masters that after seeing our country win, he suddenly vanished, like he never existed."
’This Lingshan Immortal seems to have a righteous aura.’ Zhang Feng heard this and was even more determined to find him, then deal with that mouse.
Otherwise, his lifelong reputation would end with a mysterious mouse happening.
That would indeed be distressing.
In the morning, the next day.
They arrived at a suburb on the edge of the city.
Zhang Feng had them park here and looked at the nearby police station,
"You two should turn yourselves in."
"Grandpa, I was wrong..."
"Can you let us go, please..."
The two hesitated at his words, reluctant to go.
Zhang Feng placed his hand near the plastic thermos by the hand brake, and as his powerful qi surged, there was a hiss, as several needle-thin holes appeared in the sturdy plastic.
"Hua Jin..." The two were stunned, never expecting this elder not only had bizarre secret techniques but was also a Hua Jin expert?
And judging by how casually he dispensed power, it was far beyond just Hua Jin!
’He might be Dan Jin...’ The two were so scared they didn’t dare move.
"Either take a hit to the chest." Zhang Feng looked at the frozen pair, "Or go turn yourselves in now, your choice."
At Zhang Feng’s words, the two immediately got out of the car, ran towards the police station ahead, and shouted, ’I’m a thief! I want to turn myself in!’
Zhang Feng glanced at them, saw them being questioned by two police officers, and also got out of the car, heading towards the distant ’sect’.
It was about four or five kilometers away, quite close, no need for the car.
Let the police take care of it, return it to the original owner, since it was stolen property.
Leaving this street behind.
Zhang walked on the outer ring road, observing his surroundings.
Outside the road, there were few vehicles.
Occasionally, he could see a few martial artists either jogging or cycling forward.
That should be where ’Sect Leader Li’s’ martial arts school is located.
Because most of the passing martial artists practiced the Baji Fist techniques.
This was akin to ’disciples of the same school’.
Zhang Feng was about to meet fellow disciples from another world, to be honest, he was quite happy.
Zhang Feng straightened his large shirt and smoothed his hair, his white hair combed back.
Doing his best to embody the ’spirit and demeanor’ of a master.
At this time, another young person practicing the Baji Fist ran past Zhang Feng.
"Young man." Zhang Feng addressed him fittingly for his age.
When the young man stopped curiously.
Zhang Feng asked kindly, "I’m looking for Sect Leader Li, but I don’t know where the teaching area is.
My grandson is learning martial arts there."
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Better to find a reason to get to the place first, then talk.
"Old man, follow me." The young man smiled, "I’m heading there to practice martial arts."
He assumed Zhang Feng was genuinely looking for his younger generation, so he offered to lead the way.
Zhang Feng followed him, occasionally glancing around,
having practiced martial arts for over thirty years, he hadn’t truly experienced this world.
"The old man’s body is quite good, huh?" The young man, not walking slowly, saw Zhang Feng keeping up easily, and thought the old man’s physique was still strong.
Some elderly seemed fit but lacked strength decades ago.
"Exercise regularly." Zhang Feng replied casually and looked ahead.
There stood a small building, surrounded by a yard.
Inside, sounds of vigorous training echoed.
Just from hearing the powerful voices, Zhang Feng knew there were at least four proficient junior-level martial artists inside.
"We’re here!" The young man reached the entrance, letting Zhang Feng in and shouting to his fellow disciples: "Hey, whose grandpa is here? Making the old man run such a long way!"
The young man felt compassion seeing Zhang Feng’s age, still worried about his grandson, and specially searching for him, it didn’t sit well with him.
He admired the grandson, and felt for the old man.
"Whose grandpa?" The disciples, hearing this, looked at Zhang Feng curiously.
They didn’t recognize him.
Simultaneously, Zhang Feng didn’t expect that young man’s shout, so he paused for a moment.
Zhang Feng then addressed the disciples watching him, choosing not to use ’this old man’, but ’I’,
"I am Zhang Feng, self-taught in Baji Fist, and have some knowledge of various styles. I come here today to meet Sect Leader Li, to seek a lesson, and to understand the changes in power."
"Uh..." Hearing Zhang Feng’s words, everyone was dumbfounded, even feeling amused.
Because of Zhang Feng’s elderly large shirt, his white hair, and signs of age.