In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng practiced cross-legged, and the terrifying pure Yang power was swelling. Within three meters, the energy was radiant and smoke and dust were rising.

Fortunately, the floor of the hall is paved with bluestone. If it were a piece of land, the flat ground would probably be several inches sunken!

"After the complete integration, my internal strength that has not been improved for almost over the past year has actually improved slightly in recent times!"

A hint of joy flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's face. What he was practicing was Wudang Pure Yang Wuji Gong, although some of them were derived from the Nine Yang Divine Gong.

However, after decades of improvement and construction by Zhang Sanfeng, he is no less than the Nine Yang Divine Art. In some cases, his Pure Yang Wuji Achievement is even better than the Nine Yang Divine Art!

"My Pure Yang Wuji Gong has reached the ninth level, and the entrance halls all over my body have been broken. Even with the accumulation of internal strength, I have taken countless steps in the ninth level, but I have not reached another level. It seems that in the near future, the tenth level of Pure Yang Wuji Gong will be sure to create it!"

Zhang Sanfeng was secretly surprised. You should know that practicing Pure Yang Wuji Gong to the seventh level is enough to be invincible in the world. Even Zhang Wuji, who was successful in the later stage, is just equivalent to the peak of the seventh level of Pure Yang Wuji Gong in terms of skills.

If he really creates the tenth level, he will probably surpass all the martial arts in the past and reach a new level of inheriting the past.

What's more, there is Tai Chi. Tai Chi has already revealed its artistic conception in his heart. If he continues step by step, it is another earth-shaking martial art.

He took a few gentle breaths and calculated the time. It was not a few days since Zhang Cuishan returned. In such a short time, he was not ready to set out to chase the A Er, and A San, and he was not worthy of letting himself take action.

"It's time to go and see Wu Feng's child."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled gently, Wu Feng, it’s been more than a month since he came to Wudang Mountain.

While speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's body disappeared. Wu Feng has good talent, even more powerful than Song Qingshu, a third-generation disciple of Wudang.

Zhang Wuji's talent is terrifying enough, but according to Zhang Sanfeng's view, Wu Feng's talent is definitely not inferior to that of Zhang Wuji.

The back mountain is the place where the third generation of Wudang disciples practice martial arts. Here, the mountains are crisscrossing, surrounded by mountains and rivers. A flat land is opened up among many mountain ranges, about five or six acres in size. On the flat ground, hundreds of Wudang disciples are practicing the basic sword techniques of the Wudang Sect in a row, each move is very serious.

Among the crowd, Zhang Sanfeng saw a child with a small figure but extremely serious eight or nine years old. Although the child was weak, he could already see a handsome face between his eyebrows!

Zhang Sanfeng did not disturb them in practicing martial arts, but after the time for practicing martial arts passed, he quietly came to Wu Feng, held his palm, and a rich internal force suddenly entered Wu Feng's body!

"Not bad, not bad, I have only been practicing for more than a month, and a trace of pure Wudang internal strength has been born in my body. Not bad, not bad!"

Zhang Sanfeng held Wu Feng's little hand and laughed. After laughing, he looked at Wu Feng seriously, "Do you know why your master has accepted you as his disciple, but still let you practice martial arts with the third generation of Wudang Sect disciples?"

Wu Feng looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a happy face and a handsome face, and couldn't help but bend his body slightly. "Disciple knows that the master is asking his disciple to grow step by step. The disciple will definitely not let his master down and give everything for the growing Wudang!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with satisfaction, "Today, I will teach you Wudang's sect-controlling technique, Pure Yang Wuji Gong. Although the basic internal skills and mental techniques you have practiced are also good, after all, there is no internal energy essence cultivated by Pure Yang Wuji Gong!"

"This, the disciple is just laying the foundation now, not to mention that the disciple is now nominally just a third-generation disciple. The disciples must not practice this technique!"

When Wu Feng heard this, his face suddenly changed. He knew the most, but he was just an ordinary third-generation disciple of Wudang Mountain.

"What are you afraid of? I will give it to you by my teacher, just take it!"

Zhang Sanfeng said nothing and threw the booklet into Wu Feng's hand, "This is the first five levels of Pure Yang Wuji Gong. Within ten years, I want you to practice the fifth level. Can I do it?"

Zhang Sanfeng pretended to be majestic and said slowly!

"Disciples will definitely not let down the master's expectations!"

Wu Feng kowtowed heavily on the ground. Zhang Sanfeng treated him with a gratitude as heavy as a mountain, rescued him from the sea of ​​suffering, taught him martial arts, and let him practice in Wudang.

He could not repay this kindness in his life, but he could only focus his whole life on revitalizing Wudang!

After a few breaths, Wu Feng looked up and Zhang Sanfeng's figure had disappeared. Wu Feng clenched his fists in secret. He wanted to fight for his goal!

.........

In the early morning, in the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng let out a deep breath, and the light in his eyes became even sharper, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

It seemed that at this time, Zhang Sanfeng was not an old man over a hundred years old, but a young and frivolous young swordsman.

"Today is the day when Cuishan returns."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed. He missed Zhang Cuishan very much, but he felt that Zhang Wuji was average, perhaps because of what Zhang Wuji did in the original work!

Song Yuanqiao gently stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, holding a stack of red bows in his hand. When he saw Zhang Sanfeng finish his morning break, he gently stepped forward.

"Master, this is a prayer from the five major sects, Master Kongwen from Shaolin, Master Jingxuan from Emei Sect, Xianyutong from Huashan, He Taichong from Kunlun Sect, and the five elders of Kongtong from Kongtong Sect!"

"Oh? The heads of the five major sects are here?"

Zhang Sanfeng's mouth slightly outlined a faint smile.

"Yes, almost all the strong men from the five major sects have come."

Sweat slowly oozing out from Song Yuanqiao's face. This time, it seemed that something big was going to happen. The strong senior leaders of the five major sects came one after another, and it seemed that the visitors were not kind.

After all, he knew a few of the murders committed by the Golden Lion King in front of him. The five major sects were almost offended by Xie Xun. It seems that this time, they gathered in Wudang Mountain, and there will definitely be a big storm!

Song Yuanqiao hesitated slightly, and finally said, "Disciple has some ideas, don't you know if the master wants to listen?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

"Disciple thinks that this time, the five major sects gathered in Wudang Mountain. Although they celebrated their birthday, they obviously had bad people. The golden retriever Xie Xun committed a lot of murders back then. It is better to hand over the dragon-slaying sword in Wudang Mountain to protect the life of the fifth brother and Xie Xun. In this way, we can have an explanation for the five major sects!"

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head, "Xie Xun committed a murderous crime back then, but he didn't want to pay it back now. If I, Wudang Mountain, compromised for the overall situation this time, then will I compromise again and again in the future?"

"What's more, there is a big secret in the Dragon Slaying Sword, how can you easily contact others?"
Chapter completed!