Chapter 596

Tap, tap.

Zhang Jie tapped his fingers lightly on the stone stool: "Should I give Brother San a hand?"

Xu San's problem is a big problem in the entire extraordinary world,

but as a man with a trump card (cheat), he has complete confidence in solving it.

The first plan is naturally to introduce systems from other worlds;

what does the limitation of your Qi-refining system have to do with my body-refining, spirit-nurturing, and magic systems?

However, this plan was directly shot down by Zhang Jie just by thinking about it.

Not to mention that the power system, which is very different from the world, would expose his own secrets,

just the reproduction and coexistence of such power is full of difficulties.

The true Qi martial arts of martial arts worlds like Tian Long and Zhuan Yi Tian also require the eight extraordinary meridians,

which in all likelihood conflict with the meridian system of Qi refining, so it can be directly passed for now.

Whether it is martial arts or spiritual telekinesis in the Consumption world, it requires the cosmic origin energy special to that world,

and it also requires biological genes consistent with the world to be converted into genetic origin energy, so it is also directly passed.

The Devil Fruits of the One Piece world are very likely fragments of world rules,

and in another world, let alone exerting various magical effects, it would be considered the user's luck if they didn't directly explode and die.

Although the three-color Haki is said to originate from spirit and body, it is also a specialty of the world.

Samurai in a non-magic world just swing their swords until they die,

and it is impossible to reach the realm where a swordsman understands the weaknesses of all things and a wooden sword cuts iron.

Zhang Jie can use martial arts true essence, spiritual telekinesis, true Qi, Devil Fruit abilities, and Haki as if they were his own arms,

making them more powerful when integrated, without losing their own characteristics,

and not being excluded by the power system of the world he is in; this relies entirely on the unimaginable great power of the shared space.

Since foreign monks are not good at chanting scriptures, then we can only invite local bald donkeys to knock on wooden fish and chant "Amitabha."

Zhang Jie's other solution is the Qi-Body Origin Flow he obtained from Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao before.

He doesn't need to directly hand the Qi-Body Origin Flow to Xu San, but rather use the end of the Qi-Body Origin Flow technique,

the ability to turn techniques into Qi, to tailor a set of Quansheng cultivation systems for Xu San.

With Zhang Jie's current accumulation, he can completely create a few classics, establish a sect, and become an ancestor.

"Forget it, let nature take its course."

Zhang Jie thought carefully and decided to put this problem aside for now.

On one hand, although he has accumulated quite a lot, he has created hundreds of unique skills in Tian Long and Zhuan Yi Tian,

forcibly raising them from low martial arts to medium and high martial arts, being called the ancestor of martial arts, and being revered by countless martial arts practitioners;

but in the Qi-refining system of the extraordinary world, he is still a newbie who has had the golden finger for a very short time.

Xu San is pretty good to him; if he really treats him as a white mouse,

and if something goes wrong with the cultivation, even if he can make up for it later, it won't look good on his face.

It won't be too late to create techniques after he finds the Eight Extraordinary Skills and thoroughly studies the Yang Wu Lei Orthodox Method and other divine skills.

When there is a road, following the road of predecessors and walking smoothly is a broad road.

Of course, one must think twice before acting in worlds where roads are full of dead ends, or where the road openers occupy the end of the road,

treating the practitioners behind them as white mice and cultivation resources.

The extraordinary world is still okay; it leans towards classical Xianxia, and the human heart is not too bad.

That kind of underworld cultivation, where you have to kill your whole family for a spirit stone;

where after a martial god ascends, he has to go to the mine to dig for tens of thousands of years, often burying his bones in it;

where an immortal emperor who is invincible in the immortal world steps on the most inconspicuous bug in the god world,

and is directly poisoned to death; Zhang Jie really can't like such worlds.

Just thinking about it makes one feel desperate.

Another thing is that as the assistant to the person in charge of the North China region, after Xu Xiang passes away,

he is almost the person in charge, and the requirement for strength is actually not very high.

It is no longer the era when the company was founded and needed the person in charge to take the lead in fighting and killing.

Most of the company's basic martial force requirements are met by temporary workers and elite special action teams.

Doesn't Zhao Fangxu, Zhao Zong, firmly suppress the extraordinary world with his third-rate palm that can't even split a wooden board?

The most powerful divine skill in the extraordinary world is neither the Eight Extraordinary Skills, which are known as the art of immortals,

nor the Yang Wu Lei Orthodox Method that the Old Tian Shi has been invincible in the world for nearly a hundred years, but Zhao Zong's palm.

When necessary, his palm can strike down the East Wind Express, which represents truth.

As long as there are no strong people among the extraordinary individuals who can resist the East Wind Express, the order of the extraordinary world will not be overturned.

And unless necessary, Zhang Jie will not make a move at will.

He still wants to enjoy life quietly, cultivate to become an immortal, and finally see the situation, whether to take his parents and family to ascend,

or to be a living immortal who guards the world for a hundred thousand years,

instead of having ten or eight satellites hanging over his head at any time, with countless experts and

teams sacrificing hair and liver to study every move, writing a hundred thousand words of possibility analysis.

Dong dong.

Just as Zhang Jie was deep in thought, the courtyard gate was knocked.

Zhang Chulan was duty-bound to take on the burden of opening the door;

but before he could act, he saw two guys with indifferent expressions, wearing sunglasses,

dressed in black suits, who looked like bodyguards, arrogantly pushing the door and entering directly.

"Who are you two?"

For these two people who came uninvited and opened the door on their own, Zhang Chulan was vigilant.

"Zhang Jie, Zhang Chulan, right? Our old master invites you; come with us."

A cool guy ordered in a matter-of-fact tone.

It seemed that what he said was the truth, and Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan should follow suit.

As for Feng Baobao, who was watching cartoons to pass the time on the side, she was directly ignored by him.

Just a little girl with immature mind, not worth paying attention to at all.

Listening to this matter-of-fact words and tone, Zhang Chulan inexplicably had a sense of déjà vu.

"Who is your old master?"

For the sake of safety, Zhang Chulan still asked a follow-up question.

The other bodyguard crossed his arms, and the contempt in his tone was undisguised:

"You'll know when you go."

"Brother Jie?"

Zhang Chulan looked at Zhang Jie.

The origins of these two people are unknown, and it is not certain whether they are enemies or friends; whether to refuse,

or accept the invitation, still depends on Zhang Jie's decision.

"Then let's go and see."

Zhang Jie's mouth curled slightly, and he said noncommittally.

"Okay."

Seeing Zhang Jie so relaxed, Zhang Chulan's subconsciously raised vigilance also dropped a lot.

Based on his understanding of Zhang Jie, when Brother Jie shows this expression, it means everything is under his control.

He naturally trusts Zhang Jie.

"Then please."

The two bodyguards said 'please' in their mouths, but there was no action in their hands; instead, they stared fixedly at Zhang Jie and the other;

it was as if Zhang Jie and the other were not guests invited by their old master, but prisoners who needed to be strictly guarded.

"Brother Jie..."

This almost undisguised malice made Zhang Chulan hurry to move closer to Zhang Jie's direction.

"Please lead the way."

Zhang Jie raised his head slightly, signaling.

He wouldn't vent his dissatisfaction on such small fries.

"Please."

One of the two bodyguards led the way in front, while the other hung behind Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan; this malice was self-evident.