I Develop Martial Arts Games, And The World Is Crazy!

Normally, a small thatched cottage appears among a verdant bamboo forest.

This should be extremely eye-catching and abrupt.

But in fact, in the eyes of Teacher Ma and countless viewers in the live broadcast room, this scene was extremely harmonious.

As if, they were originally one.

The green bamboo is melodious, rustling under the breeze.

The bamboo leaves fluttered and landed on the roof of the thatched cottage, but they stopped falling, and they were perfectly integrated with the thatched cottage.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door of the thatched cottage was gently pushed open.

Then an old man with a red face, white beard, white eyebrows and white hair walked out of it.

Zhang Sanfeng is not as thin and thin as ordinary old people, but his figure is unusually tall.

There are no wrinkles on the face that an ordinary old man should have. Using the four words of white hair and childlike face to describe it is perfect.

The breeze blows, white eyebrows, white beard, and white hair are all blown by the wind.

If it's just like this, then it is indeed a perfect fit for the image of the immortal master in the minds of many people.

But the fly in the ointment was that the green cloth robe he was wearing was gray and oil-stained, and it seemed that it hadn't been changed for a long time, which made his whole person look much sloppier.

Although he was standing there quietly, he seemed to have merged with the surrounding environment and the whole world.

Inadvertently, it will be directly ignored by people.

The way is natural!

At this moment, these four words appeared in many people's minds!

I have never seen Zhang Sanfeng make any movements, and a Tai Chi Yin Yang fish pattern appeared at his feet very naturally.

The next moment, he directly crossed a distance of several tens of feet.

Zhang Sanfeng had already arrived in front of Mr. Ma, Song Yuanqiao and others.

"Is this...the real Zhang Zhenren?"

"As expected of a character in the legend, it perfectly fits the image of a god in my mind!"

"How did you do this? I didn't even see him move!"

"Stone Hammer, True Teleportation!"

"This is much better than Bai Zhantang's qinggong!"

"What the hell is that Tai Chi pattern? Is it also internal strength?"

"I checked my eyes, this is a real boss!"

"White hair, white eyebrows and white beard, so shabby!"

"If you don't pay attention, you can't see his existence at all. Just looking at it feels awesome. I really don't know how the planner designed this character image!"

"The only pity is that the clothes are too dirty!"

"I just want to know, is he really over a hundred years old? How can his skin be so good!"

"Jimeis, if you want to attack this old man, you must know how he takes care of his skin!"

The long-awaited began to come out!

Finally seeing Zhang Zhenren, who has only existed in other populations, the audience was extremely excited and excited!

Teacher Ma also made a lot of money, and countless gifts floated on the screen in the live broadcast room.

"Yuanqiao, didn't I say that I would devote myself to retreat, what happened?"

Although he is old, Zhang Zhenren's voice is still full of spirit.

Coupled with that rosy face and wrinkle-free skin, it means that he can live for another few decades, and no one will be surprised.

Song Yuanqiao was very respectful, bowed his head deeply, but held up the note in his hand.

"Don't dare to disturb Master Qianxiu Dao, it's just that Tai Feige, the extermination master of the Emei Sect, is passing on the letter, and Master still needs to be personally enlightened."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng also gently stroked his snow-white long beard.

"Why did Miejue Shitai send a letter suddenly? Could it be that he intends to fulfill Liting's child's infatuation?"

Song Qingshu also chuckled when he heard the words: "It's possible, I just received a letter from Fei Ge, the disciple who was walking down the mountain, that Dugu Yihe, the head of Emei, was defeated by the Sword God Ximen Chuixue Sword and died."

"Now Miejue Shitai is the new head of Emei, but she can't do it alone. Marrying Wudang with me will also stabilize Emei."

The two were discussing here, but Song Qingshu, who was following Song Yuanqiao, did not dare to make a sound.

Teacher Ma, on the contrary, had no scruples, looked left and right with his eyes, and from time to time sized up Zhenren Zhang's filthy Taoist robe.

Reverend Zhang took the note from Song Yuanqiao's hand, and was not surprised to see that only Reverend Zhang personally signed and signed it.

As soon as he raised his hand, a Tai Chi Yin Yang fish pattern emerged, and an invisible wave of air was swept away.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the bamboo forest not far away, and the green bamboo leaves were blown by the gust of wind.

Like a knife cutting, bamboo leaves fell from the green bamboo one after another.

The bamboo leaves from all directions flew towards Zhang Zhenren one after another, and gathered into a ball in his hands.

The majestic zhenqi surged, and the bamboo leaves were directly evaporated, turning into a cloud of blue liquid.

Zhang Zhenren waved his hand again, and the paper in his hand was already wet with liquid.

Finally, the handwriting appeared on it.

"What's so special???"

"Fuck, is this also martial arts?"

"This is too awesome!!!"

"Is this the real master?"

"It's a fight with some in the CG. After all, this real person seems to have appeared in the opening CG!"

"It's awesome, you can do whatever you want with a wave of your hand, this is the real boss!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have female disciples, you must join Wudang!"

"This is too strong, I don't know if there are other NPCs that are so powerful!"

"Isn't this nonsense, I feel that there may not be a simple one in the opening CG!"

The appearance of Zhang Zhenren was already extremely exciting and exciting.

And this time, although there is no real fight with people.

But just for the sake of convenience, Xiaolu's two hands are already showing the demeanor of a master!

Zhang Zhenren looked at the content of the letter, and the expression on his face that was still slightly smiling gradually froze.

"Master, I don't know what Mijue Shitai said in the letter?"

Seeing the expression on Zhang Zhenren's face, Song Yuanqiao knew that it might not be as simple as he thought.

Zhenren Zhang didn't answer, but just handed the note back to Song Yuanqiao.