"I discussed with him that he should slowly practice the ninth level of Nine Sun Divine Kung Fu by himself, and don't let the old guy teach it to him anymore."

Wang Ming didn't talk nonsense and explained his meaning directly.

"Young Master Wang, this is impossible. There is no way he would agree to this."

"Why?"

"Xiao Zhao, don't you understand the taboos in martial arts about masters teaching their skills? Zhang Wuji can pretend not to understand, but you don't understand either?"

"If this old man, Huo Gong Tutuo, completes the ninth stage of the Nine Yang Magic, he will not live long."

"He is now teaching me the fifth level of Qigong and Qi, and I am so tired that I am sweating."

"If it weren't for the endless miraculous properties of the Nine-Yang Divine Art, he would have been unable to survive long ago. Now if he continues to help Zhang Wuji pass on the skills and practice the ninth level of the Nine-Yang Divine Art, how long can he survive?"

"Can you bear to watch this poor old man die in this deserted valley after teaching Zhang Wuji his magical skills?"

Xiao Zhao groaned, with a troubled look on his face: "I, I can't bear it...but...Young Master, he has a blood feud..."

"Furthermore, the senior is obviously worse off than dead. I'm afraid he has long been determined to die. Now that I have a young master who can pass on his magical skills, it's not a bad thing."

Wang Ming sighed: "What you said makes sense."

"But I really don't want this old guy to die in this deserted valley like this. He has never enjoyed much happiness at such an old age."

"You can't make the decision. Go find Zhang Wuji and I'll talk to him."

"Yes, Prince Wang."

Xiao Zhaoying had an incomprehensible look on his face. His eyes when he looked at Wang Ming became even more strange, and he unconsciously spoke softly.

Half an hour later, the sky was getting dark, and Xiao Zhao followed Zhang Wuji and walked to Wang Ming.

Zhang Wuji couldn't tell the emotion or anger on his face, he just sat down cross-legged and looked at Wang Ming.

"Wang Ming, what exactly do you want to do? Do you want to monopolize your senior's skills?"

"I'm not as dirty as you think." Wang Ming replied with a cold snort.

"Why is that? Don't forget that reaching the fifth level of your Nine-Yang Divine Skill is also the result of the skills passed down to you by your seniors."

"I have reached the eighth level now, and I am about to reach the ninth level, but you are only at the fifth level. Are you jealous..."

"From today on, I won't let that old guy teach me Qigong either."

"I have five levels of Nine Yang Magic Skills, which is enough. I will just practice the rest slowly."

"I won't pass it on now, and you shouldn't pass it on either."

A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes.

"You are enough, but I am not enough! I have a blood feud, let alone the eighth level, even the ninth level may not be enough!"

"Wang Ming, don't pretend to be a good person here!"

"I know this is not good for seniors, but this is my only chance..."

"In the future, I will report it properly to my seniors."

Wang Ming snorted softly, knowing that he could not easily persuade Zhang Wuji to give up.

He had no choice but to turn from pale face to red face, and groaned angrily:

"In the future? In the future, he will have died long ago with only bones and dregs left. What do you want to repay him? Is collecting his bones and building a tomb for him considered as repayment?"

"And to take a step back! Even if you master the Nine-fold Nine-Yang Divine Art, will you be invincible in the world and be able to destroy the six major sects and avenge your parents?"

"This old guy mastered the Nine-fold Nine-Yang Divine Art more than ten years ago and still lost to your master Zhang Sanfeng?"

"Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts is considered to be the best in the world, right? You still can't protect your parents from being forced to death by the six major sects!"

"Even if you master the Nine-Level Nine-Yang Divine Art, what will happen?"

Zhang Wuji's face froze, and there was undisguised hatred in his voice:

"At least! I still have a little chance..."

"No, it's impossible. You can't destroy the six major sects. The most you can do is kill the two elders Xuan Ming and avenge your slap."

"And you also made a mistake. It was not the six major sects that really killed your parents. You don't even know who the real culprits were!"

Zhang Wuji's expression changed.

"Wang Ming, what do you mean? The real murderer? Is there someone else who killed my parents?"

"I can tell you the truth, but you have to agree to my request."

"you……!"

Zhang Wuji waved his sleeves angrily: "How do I know if you are lying to me?"

"I am a foreigner, do foreigners understand?"

"I have some methods that are different from ordinary people. I can know the past and the future, and I know everything about ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad."

"You and Xiao Zhao had an unexpected encounter when they fell off a cliff and were taught the Nine-fold Nine-Yang Magic Technique. I knew about this a long time ago, so I followed you and drank some wine to practice the Nine-Yang Magic Technique."

Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed coldly:

"Using magical skills? That's it! You're so good, Wang Ming!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji was filled with hatred, and the Eightfold Nine Yang Divine Art was concentrated to the extreme.

His face turned red, he clenched a fist with one hand and concentrated his fiery fist power, wanting to punch to death this abominable Wang Ming who was trying to take advantage of his magical power.

Wang Ming was not afraid at all. The old god continued:

"Want to hit me? You have thought clearly and dare to touch me."

"Don't even think about knowing the truth."

Zhang Wuji trembled with his fists, really wanting to punch Wang Ming to death.

"You, what exactly do you want!"

Wang Ming smiled and said: "As long as you promise me not to teach you any more skills, you will only lose one level of skill. You have now mastered the eighth level of Nine Yang Magic. The ninth level will only take a little more time."

"I can also try another magical skill of yours."

"Another magical skill? What magical skill?"

"The magical power of Mingjiao suppresses the teachings, and the world is greatly moved!"

"ah……"

This sound was not Zhang Wuji's, but Xiao Zhao's.

Xiao Zhao said in a trembling voice: "Wang, Mr. Wang, do you know where the magical power of shifting the universe is?"

"Of course, I know everything in this world."

Zhang Wuji sneered:

"Okay, Wang Ming, since you know everything, then tell me first, who is Xiao Zhao? What is her purpose of approaching me?"

"Sir, you..."

Xiao Zhao stared at Zhang Wuji with wide eyes and an ugly face.

Zhang Wuji looked at Xiao Zhao's face and said seriously:

"Xiao Zhao, I thank you for your life-saving grace. If it weren't for you, I might have been killed by that thief Song Qingshu, but you must have a purpose in approaching me."

"Yes and no?"

Xiao Zhao's face turned pale, but he didn't speak.

"Wang Ming, as long as you can tell Xiao Zhao's origin, I will be able to believe that you really know everything."

"What's so difficult about this? First of all, what I can tell you is that Xiao Zhao is not approaching you to harm you."

"I don't want to know the whereabouts of Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun from you."

"Xiao Zhao's real name is Han Zhao. She is the daughter of Dai Qisi, the Purple-Shirt Dragon King of the Ming Cult. She was originally ordered by her mother to sneak into the Bright Summit of the Ming Cult in order to steal the Great Shift of the Universe."

"I was accidentally discovered by your grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, so he had his hands locked with cold iron chains. He later escaped. When he came to Wudang, he wanted to use the Yitian Sword to cut off the chains. By chance, he saved you.

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"After she knew your identity, she just wanted to use your identity to return to Guangmingding to find the Great Shift of the Universe."

"Xiao Zhao, am I right?"

Xiao Zhao's eyes were shocked, and he could only nod in reply.
Chapter completed!