"Brother Tian." The middle-aged man came to Wang Feng, and the two people who blocked Wang Feng quickly said respectfully.
"Shut up, how many times have I told you to call me Chairman. If you scream again, be careful with your heads." After saying that, He Tian looked at the two people indifferently, and they quickly lowered their heads.
"Haha, brother Wang, don't mind, I will take you to see the master now." After scolding the two people, He Tian also put on a smiling face. The speed of this change of face was faster than the change of the weather.
After hearing his words, Wang Feng was very confused and asked: "Your master?"
"I can't tell for a while, so come with me first." Seeing the confusion on Wang Feng's face, He Tian no longer explained, but led the way.
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Wang Feng didn't ask any questions and followed him.
Xinyang Building is very tall, with more than fifty floors. Just taking the elevator took several minutes. In the elevator, Wang Feng had already scanned Hetian.
He was suddenly a little frightened by this sweep. Although Hetian seemed to be kind to him on the surface, he had no fewer than twenty scars of various types on his body, and some of them were even life-threatening.
It seemed that He Tian had a rich background and did not look like a good person. This was Wang Feng's first impression of him.
Of course, if Wang Feng knew that the person in front of him was the underground emperor of Zhuhai City, I believe he would be even more surprised.
"Master, I have already brought you." He Tian spoke respectfully in front of a simple gate.
Xinyang Building is a place full of modern atmosphere, but Wang Feng is a little surprised that there is such a simple place on the top floor. It seems to be specially set up.
"Come in." An old voice came from the room, and then He Tian opened the door, and Wang Feng immediately saw the old man who saved his life yesterday.
This old man, like Wang Feng, was sitting cross-legged, very much like the immortal cultivator in the novel.
Moreover, after practicing Qi refining, Wang Feng could see the sky-high aura permeating his body, which was quite astonishing.
"Xiaotian, please go out first. This little brother and I have something to say." The old man spoke in a calm voice.
"Disciple, I obey." He Tian looked respectful, then closed the door and left here, without any trace of the airs of a gangster brother.
"sit down."
"Well, I don't have to sit down." Wang Feng said.
"Use the Qi you sensed and let me take a look." The old man glanced at Wang Feng, which made Wang Feng's heart skip a beat, as if he felt like he was being seen through.
However, knowing that the old man was an expert, Wang Feng did not hesitate. He immediately thought and a cloud of white mist rose in his hand. This was the Qi he had cultivated, and it could also be said to be the result of his meditation last night.
"You are really angry." Seeing the white mist in Wang Feng's hand, the old man also had a smile on his face. However, when Wang Feng didn't notice, his eyes showed a hint of shock.
"Okay, you can take this book back and study it carefully. You need to become a disciple and gain inner strength before you start." While speaking, the old man threw a book and then issued an expulsion order: "You can go out, I want to practice. "
A wave of air rushed towards him, and Wang Feng felt an irresistible force pushing him out of the door.
"Brother Wang, how are you?" Outside the door, He Tian had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Wang Feng coming out, he rushed up and asked.
"Here, you just gave me a broken book." Wang Feng raised the thing in his hand, looking helpless.
"Just be content. Master will not accept a disciple easily. Since he can teach you things, it means that you are already Master's registered disciple, and your status is the same as mine." He Tian spoke with some emotion. envious.
After all, Wang Feng became his master's registered disciple at such a young age, and his future achievements will be limitless.
What are the benefits of being a registered disciple? Wang Feng couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
"Okay, now that the master has passed everything to you, you can go back and study it carefully. This is my business card. If you have anything, just call me." He Tian handed over a business card.
"Thank you."
On the way back, Wang Feng opened the book and looked at it, and found that it was just a book recording the division of classes.
Nowadays, if people practice, they will be divided into external strength in the early stage. As long as they reach this level, their physical body's resistance to fighting and explosive power will be improved to a higher level, no less than that of special forces.
After the external strength, there is the internal strength, and what the old guy told him was that he could only become a disciple when he reached the inner strength.
This requirement is really too high.