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Chapter 1580 Ancient Scroll

 The person in charge saw Meilan and said with a smile: "Princess Meilan."

Meilan: "Let He Lingyun try it."

Wu Bei walked over and looked at the beginning of the scroll, where the first boxing technique was painted.

Seeing this boxing technique, the real power in Wu Bei's body became active, and he seemed to want to practice with the human form.

He doesn't even need to control his body, he just uses his eyes to see, and his body will automatically complete the first form, then the second form, and the third form.

In one breath, he practiced from the first pose to the twenty-fourth pose, everything was like flowing clouds and water, very natural. This is in line with his cultivation of the Taiyi Emperor Sutra to the realm of the giant spirit, as well as his own real-person physique and all kinds of training in the past.

It doesn't matter. After all, his foundation is too good, and the previous boxing techniques are too simple for him.

At this moment, there was no one else behind him, because the best person had only learned the thirteenth form of boxing, which was twice as far as his twenty-fourth form.

But Wu Bei didn't care about others. He focused entirely on the boxing skills on the scroll, twenty-five, thirty, forty, sixty!

When he reached the 60th position, everyone was shocked. They knew that there were only 108 movements in the entire scroll, and he had already practiced one-third of it!

Those watching stopped their movements and followed Wu Bei in surprise, watching him practice.

After the sixty poses, Wu Bei could no longer practice by himself only with his body. He began to think and ponder. Seventy poses, ninety poses, and one hundred poses.

After one hundred and twenty moves, the boxing became more difficult, and his practice slowed down, but he was still moving forward.

Five hours later, Wu Bei had already practiced the 177th stance, and he still had three more stances to go before he could complete all the boxing techniques on the scroll.

Meilan's beautiful eyes shone and she stared at Wu Bei closely. She wanted to see a miracle, a miracle of completing all the 180 moves on the boxing scroll!

However, Wu Bei suddenly stopped. He looked at the 180th stance and murmured, "Why do these last three stances seem redundant?"

Meilan quickly asked: "What's wrong?"

Wu Bei: "The first 1177 postures are seamless and perfectly connected, but after the 178th posture, they seem out of place. It's like a frog's head connected to the dragon's trunk."

"That's because the last three postures were added by a great sage." Suddenly, an old voice came from the crowd.

An old man with white beard and hair walked out with a smile. Seeing this old man, Wu Bei was shocked, because this man had a very high level of cultivation and was actually a Taoist master!

He hurriedly saluted: "I have met Mr. Dao."

The old man smiled "hehe": "I was once the general of Zhenxi in the fairy kingdom, Sikong Yu."

Everyone was shocked, the general of the fairy kingdom?

Meilan bowed quickly: "See Senior Sikong!"

The old man nodded and said: "No need to be too polite. Just don't watch the next three moves. Let's go to the third test."

Wu Bei nodded, and then went to the third test, and behind him was a group of people. These people even gave up their own tests in order to watch Wu Bei's next test.

Si Kongyu also followed, and he seemed to be very interested in Wu Bei.

The third test was conducted in another hall. There was an immortal stele in the hall. The stele was a hundred meters high and sixty or seventy meters wide. There were many words and patterns with unknown meanings engraved on the stele, which was called the Wuming Immortal Stele.

In order for Wu Bei to concentrate on the test, the disciples who were originally in the hall were cleared out in advance.

Standing in front of the monument, Wu Bei took a look and asked: "Master Dao, where does this unknown immortal monument come from, do you know?"

The old man said: "It is said that before the rise of immortality in the human race, five immortal monuments descended from the sky. The cultivation of immortality in later generations all originated from these five immortal monuments."

Wu Bei didn't really believe in such legends, so he looked at

He went to the Immortal Monument and tried to understand the contents on it.

The words above are very strange and not fairy texts. If you want to understand them, you have no way to start.

After looking for a while, Wu Bei found nothing, so he opened the Eye of Dimension. When he looked again, he discovered something mysterious. It turned out that the words and patterns on the immortal stele were not isolated, but had some kind of connection with each other.

So, he meditated on all the text patterns in his mind and arranged and combined them. There are countless ways to arrange and combine these patterns, but only one is right. The Eye of Dimension can discover the connection between them, so he is very

Almost successful.

Finally, when all the patterns were constructed into a part of a strange-looking creature in Wu Bei's mind, it opened its mouth and made a sound, as if it was telling him something.

He thought deeply and understood that if he wanted to understand the full meaning, he had to see the other four immortal tablets.

Thinking of this, he immediately picked up a pen and drew some words and pictures on a piece of paper. The best result in history was that he wrote twenty-five words and four pictures.

Wu Bei's results were obviously better. He wrote fifty words and eight pictures, and once again achieved the best results in history.

Sikong Yu praised: "A genius descended from heaven!"

When Wu Bei walked out of the hall, Mei Lan was sighing.

Wu Bei asked: "What's wrong?"

Meilan sighed softly: "Young Master has performed so well, how can others dare to bet on you?"

Wu Bei knew that it would be very difficult to make money by betting later.

He said: "It's best if you can make money, and there's nothing to regret if you can't."

Meilan nodded: "That's what the official said."

Then she said: "These three tests will last for seven days. Young Master can go back and take a rest."

Wu Bei: "Seven days? I'll go back first and come back in six days. If there's anything urgent, you can contact me."

Meilan: "That's fine, I'll see you off."

She sent Wu Bei to the edge of the hidden island, and Wu Bei walked out of the restriction.

He had only flown a certain distance when he was locked by two powerful divine thoughts.

He stood still and looked back calmly.

He saw two figures flying towards him. One of them he knew was Sikong Yu. The other was a fat man, wearing a golden robe, with a big face and silver-white skin.

Wu Bei's expression remained as usual: "Senior Sikong, are you going to catch up with me?"

Sikong Yu said calmly: "Little baby, you took one hundred and three breaths in the Bagua furnace and mastered the one hundred and seventy-seven scroll boxing techniques. Such qualifications make even a Taoist king like me jealous."

Wu Bei looked at him: "So?"

The man in gold robe smiled and said: "Boy, we have known for a long time that you are not from the island. Since you are not from the island, it doesn't matter if I attack you."

Wu Bei raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to attack me?"

The man in golden robe smiled and said: "Have you ever heard of the magical skill of transplanting flowers and trees?"

Wu Bei: “Never heard of it.”

The man in golden robe: "My ancestor is proficient in this kind of Kung Fu. My ancestor injured Daoji back then and keeps this broken body to this day. He has been trying to find a suitable body. Finally, we met you."

Wu Bei: "So, you want to take over my body?"

The man in golden robe: "Not only your body, but also your destiny and your future. The mystery of the magical power of grafting flowers and grafting trees is that it simply erases your will, and the rest of your things belong to my ancestors. Do you understand?"

"

Wu Bei sneered: "You guys also want to harm me?"

Sikong Yu smiled "haha": "The Immortal Kingdom back then was a force that could compete with the Tiandao Sect, and as a general, I have countless means at my disposal. Don't take it easy to subdue a little kid like you."

Wu Bei's face turned ugly: "You try it!"


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