Chapter 47

Ye Gucheng and Ximen chuixue were slightly silent. What they failed was not their Kendo, but that some people went further than them and found a next direction.

They are in a state without swords. The road without swords and moves is not necessarily suitable for them. However, victory is victory and defeat is defeat. The arrogant Ye Gucheng disdains to argue. In the future, he will surpass the Kendo in front of him and create the sixth realm, the seventh realm, or even the tenth realm.

They compare the Kendo perception of the present, not the future.

If that man fights his life and death, he will die. There is no way to the future.

After ye Gucheng came down from the martial arts competition platform, Yang Guo also came down. He went up just to prove that Dugu Jiujian would not be defeated, and only those who used swordsmanship were defeated.

After they went down, there was no one on the martial arts competition platform for a moment. They were connected. One person's sword skill was superb, and one person's sword theory was unimaginable. How could they go up.

This is going up again. If it is too different from the first two, it is no longer famous. If you are not careful, you will be scolded as a local chicken and a dog.

"Is there anyone else going up?" Zhou Yang sighed slightly. Yang Guo was indeed one of the few smart protagonists in Jin Yong's works. Glancing around for a week, he asked, would you like some other weapons after watching Bijian?

"Amitabha." a gentle chanting of Buddha sounded in Zhou Yang's ear. Zhou Yang was shocked and turned his head stiffly.

A young monk dressed in gray monk's clothes walked towards him quickly, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Shopkeeper, it's great to see you." monk Jueyuan said excitedly. He had trouble sleeping and eating since all the martial arts secrets in the Sutra Pavilion were lost. That day, after he left the Sutra Pavilion, only Zhou Yang was in the Sutra Pavilion. Then, he must know who stole the Sutra Pavilion's secrets.

"Shopkeeper, did you ever find anyone entering the Sutra pavilion that day?" he looked forward to his own Jueyuan. If Zhou Yang didn't know Jueyuan's loyal character, he would have kicked it.

At the same time, there are also some headaches. I'm afraid Jueyuan, the monk of Shaolin Temple who shot and carved heroes, doesn't know that he "took" the secret script of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Cough... I saw a shadow that day. The shadow was very fast. I didn't see who it was?" Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed. He was in trouble when he met an honest man. He was honest. You were embarrassed to bully him.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. I'm going back," said monk Jueyuan, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Well, master Jueyuan, take the Nine Yang Sutra and the three forms of Buddha's palm back to Shaolin Temple, tell your abbot, and say I sent it." Zhou Yang took out two secret scripts from his arms and handed them to monk Jueyuan.

Although the secret scripts of the Sutra pavilion are gone, most of them are practiced by monks in Shaolin Temple. They can copy one of them. Naturally, they will not break the inheritance. What they really lose is their martial arts understanding that has been treasured in Shaolin temple for a long time.

"The shopkeeper must not. How can Shaolin Temple take your secret script?" monk Jueyuan shook his head and refused.

"If you want to take it, you can take it. Don't talk so much nonsense." Zhou Yang directly put the script in the arms of monk Jueyuan.

"I've seen the shopkeeper, I've seen... Master Jueyuan." an old man with white beard, ruddy face and Taoist robe came over at some time.

Monk Jueyuan was embarrassed to scratch his bald head. An immortal like the shopkeeper called him a master. Why did this old man with white hair and Fairy Spirit call him a master.

"Name: Zhang Sanfeng.

Identity: the story of relying on heaven to kill dragons, the world, Wulin myth. "

"Yes, Master Zhang." Zhou Yang worshipped slightly. This is the real cow force character. In Jin Yong's martial arts, it can be explained that the longest living person is recorded, spanning the two worlds of divine carving and leaning on the sky.

Zhang Sanfeng said, "shopkeeper, I wonder if I can compete with someone? That person's state has not reached the congenital state."

"I don't know who it is?" Zhou Yang said curiously.

"He." following Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, Zhou Yang was slightly surprised that he was a little monk.

Chueh yuan was also curious. However, he was shocked. How could he have another self? He was just a little old.

Next to him is a teenage looking little monk with bright big eyes and curiosity around.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Yang's face was slightly strange. Does this Zhang Sanfeng have any strange hobbies?

"Yes," said Zhang Sanfeng with a pale face.

"Yes." Zhou Yang gently nodded his head and asked Zhang Sanfeng to accept his favor. Later, he couldn't refuse to ask him for help.

When Zhang Sanfeng heard the speech, his complexion changed slightly, with bitterness, memories, unforgettability and sadness. His eyes were mixed with various emotions.

"Wudang ladder cloud vertical!"

Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward gently, each step was very slow. Under the stunned eyes of the people, he walked to the sky step by step, and slowly walked to the competition platform in the sky.

"Who is this Taoist?" everyone was shocked. Zhou Yang was able to change into a martial arts competition platform. Everyone thought that he was an immortal and only had awe. The old man in front of him was obviously a martial artist.

Looking at the sky, Zhang Sanfeng, who was calm and calm, and Hou Zhu, the iron bravery God, ignored me. Zhuge was right beside me. Ye Gucheng and Ximen chuxue, these peerless experts, were severely surprised. This person's internal power and pure Qi were the first person they had seen.

Among the people, Zhang Sanfeng's internal power is not the thickest, but Hou Zhu, the iron gallbladder God who practices the great method of absorbing Kung Fu, ignores it. He doesn't know how many experts in the world have absorbed their internal power. His internal power is far more than a hundred years. However, in terms of the purity of true Qi, no one can compare with the white haired Taoist in front of him.

"This is Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang sect?" a Wulin person from the story of relying on heaven to kill dragons said in surprise. Unlike Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang is a legend and a myth in Xiaoao Jianghu, and Zhang Sanfeng is a living "God".

"Who is Zhang Sanfeng?" people in other world said strangely.

Therefore, the whole Wanjie building immediately talked about what he knew about Zhang Sanfeng. The person in front of him was a Grandmaster who had lived for a hundred years.

Hou Zhu, the iron bravery God under the Biwu stage, ignored it and his eyes were shining. The old Taoist in front of him was enough to fight him, even Ximen chuixue. In his hand, a long black scabbard sword with ancient form had made a happy sound.

"Please be quiet, Master Zhang Sanfeng. I want to challenge one under the martial arts competition platform." Zhou Yang said gently. Ximen chuixue's eyes twinkled with a trace of disappointment. At the same time, his eyes revealed a deep curiosity. Who else can challenge the old man with terrible internal power under the martial arts platform.

"The little monk looking around below is you." Zhou Yang pointed and was looking for the little monk of the peerless master to be challenged.

The little monk looked at Zhou Yang's finger with a crazy face. He was sure that the person he was referring to was him, because there was only a wall behind him.

"Can't this little monk be the reincarnation of Dharma?" people around him said in disbelief. Otherwise, what's worth challenging the Wulin myth because of his young age.