"Lin Zhao!"
Long Dongjun squinted his eyes, looked at Lin Zhao, then looked at the Twelve Peaks in the distance, and said with a smile: "Breakfast is still early, why don't you take advantage of this time to challenge the Twelve Peaks and see how you, the Eighth Realm
How many peaks can a swordsman climb to?"
"ah?"
Lin Zhao was surprised: "Can sword cultivators also reach the top?"
"Others don't dare to tell you, but you still have a chance. After all, you once had the foundation of an eighth-level martial artist, and you are a martial artist with the courage of the God of War."
"OK."
Lin Zhaoxin happily said: "Then let me try."
"Can."
…
On the mountainside, many young disciples from Tiefu Mountain appeared, both men and women. They all looked at the young sword cultivator who was carrying a bamboo box climbing the mountain with a smile. After all, he was a guest invited back by the sect leader himself, and they really wanted to see it.
Does this guest really have any extraordinary powers, or is he just here for a joke?
Among the Twelve Peaks of Tiefu, Lin Zhao climbed to the first peak and climbed up the stairs along the mountain path.
The higher he went, the heavier the pressure of martial arts on his shoulders became. However, he did not retreat and continued to climb higher. As a result, the closer he got to the peak, the hotter breath in his body became stronger, which made him a little confused.
, there seems to be a power deep in the body that has been sleeping, but after arriving at Tiefu Mountain, it gradually began to wake up.
Could it be that there is still a chance to become a martial artist again in this life?
He laughed at himself, "How is that possible? That's too outrageous."
However, when he was climbing the mountain and the heavy pressure of heaven continued to fall on his shoulders, the two skill icons in the skill bar, Dragon Slash and Qi Rushing Bullfight, were always surrounded by golden light and buzzing, as if they were these two
The foundation of his skills helped him withstand the heavy pressure of martial arts on the Twelve Peaks, but his body was slightly thin and he struggled to climb up the mountain road.
Finally, nearly half an hour later, Lin Zhao successfully climbed to the top of the first mountain. For a moment, a strong wind hit his face on the top of the mountain. When Lin Zhao opened his heart to greet him, a ray of golden fist struck his eyebrows and landed directly on his face.
Hidden deep inside Lingxu.
There is really a gift of fist intention, but whether it can be used or not is a matter of two opinions.
"call……"
He took a deep breath. After reaching the top, the heavy pressure of martial arts on the first mountain suddenly disappeared. He descended the mountain with his sword and began to climb the second mountain. A group of Tiefu Mountain disciples looked with some respect in their eyes. This young guest
It is indeed extraordinary. Every year, there are many warriors from all over the world who come to Tiefu Mountain to beg for a chance to climb. There are many warriors who can climb the first mountain. But those people are all middle five warriors after all. It is not surprising, but that attack
The young man in white is a swordsman!
For a sword cultivator to reach the top of the Twelve Peaks is somewhat admirable.
The second mountain peak.
Lin Zhao still carried two swords and a bamboo box on his back, and climbed up the stairs step by step. When he stepped on the first stone step, he felt that the pressure of martial arts was far greater than the first one. No wonder even Long Dong
A top martial artist like Jun has only climbed to the top of ten peaks, but Lin Zhao was not impatient and continued climbing after taking a few breaths.
His climbing speed was not fast, but it was not too slow. He seemed to be counting his breath with every step, and his strength was the same. The group of disciples at the foot of the mountain were a little anxious, but no one dared to say anything. Even the sect leader, a group of elders, and protectors
They all watched quietly, no one dared to say something rude, even the disciple who didn't like the young sword cultivator didn't dare to say something sarcastic.
Next to Long Dongjun, the four elders of Tiefu Mountain are all his junior fellow apprentices, Yishui Tianyuan realm warriors, plus a few worshipers and protectors. In fact, there are as many as ten upper five realm warriors in Tiefu Mountain.
, such a foundation cannot be compared with ordinary sects. I am afraid that except for the remote Changming Mountain, no sect in the south can compete with Tiefu Mountain.
Several elders looked solemn as they watched the young sword cultivator climb the mountain. No one said anything. After all, the head senior brother had already sent a message to them. The young sword cultivator looked ordinary, but in fact he was in the snowy area.
Tianchi Lin was dressed in white, so a group of young warriors had respect in their eyes. Not to mention that he had climbed to a peak, even if he had not climbed to the top, it would not affect his glory. Some people's reputation in the world is not
Depends on cultivation and realm.
Not long after, Lin Zhao's body began to stagger, and his entire face turned pale. But he frowned, feeling that he could still hold on, so he still walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. Finally, when Lin Zhao climbed up
After reaching the second peak, his face was extremely ugly, and even under the heavy pressure of martial arts, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Shua~~~"
Another wisp of golden fist spirit penetrated between his eyebrows. This was the second blessing he received in Tiefu Mountain. Unfortunately, he was not a martial artist, otherwise he would have been enviable.
He walked down the mountain with his sword in his arms.
The eyes of a group of Tiefu Mountain disciples were filled with admiration. They had to admire them. After all, the opponent was not a martial artist at all. A swordsman who could climb two peaks and withstand such a heavy pressure from heaven was already like a monster in his own right.
You must know that among the inner disciples of Tiefu Mountain, many middle and fifth realm warriors were unable to climb to the second peak, but Lin Zhao did it, and the elders of the previous generation, those elders, protectors, and worshipers,
Among them, those in the Sea-Treading Realm can only climb to the top of 3-4 peaks, while most of the elders in the Tianyuan Realm can climb to the top of 6-8 peaks. The strongest sect leader, Long Dongjun,
I only climbed ten peaks.
From such a comparison, we can see how valuable it is for Lin Zhao, a young swordsman, to be able to reach the top of two peaks.
…
"call!"
Lin Zhao clasped his fists at Long Dongjun and a group of people in charge of Tiefu Mountain, and then glanced at the top of the third mountain.
"Try again?" Long Dongjun asked with a smile.
"Well, try it."
Lin Zhao smiled and nodded. After a few seconds, he returned to full strength and climbed the mountain again. This time, when he stepped onto the first stone step, his whole body shook and he almost couldn't take the second step.
The martial arts victory on this mountain was far beyond what could be compared with the first two. Lin Zhao frowned and continued to walk up. In fact, he already knew that there was no hope of reaching the top of the third mountain, and he just wanted to know where his limit was.
Finally, when Lin Zhao trudged to the mountainside, his face was pale, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he felt like his body was about to burst. At this moment, he had reached his limit.
"okay."
He turned around and went down the mountain step by step. The way down the mountain was actually much easier and more calm. If you can't climb, you can't climb. There is nothing to admit.
"how?"
Long Dongjun asked with a smile.
"It's really awesome."
Lin Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and the sweat from his forehead and said: "The twelve peaks of martial arts are indeed not something that swordsmen can challenge."
"Um."
Long Dongjun glanced at the sky and said with a smile: "It's almost dawn, are you going to have breakfast?"
"Walk!"
…
Tiefu Mountain, the Assembly Hall, is a grand hall full of ancient charm. It is probably a few years old. The stone lion in front of the door is covered with moss. Long Dongjun came out with a dinner plate and placed it on the stone outside the Assembly Hall.
On the steps, there were not many kinds of food, but the portions were sufficient, including a roast chicken, a trotter, and half a suckling pig. In addition, there was a pile of steamed buns and a large bowl of broth.
"That's all."
Long Dongjun sat down and said with a smile: "Don't be dissatisfied. Our food in Tiefu Mountain is of this standard. Not many rough people can cook. The food in Tiefu Mountain is just to eat and drink enough.
Just practice boxing with strength, and basically don’t pursue anything else too much.”
"It's really rough..."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly, pulled off a chicken leg, took the steamed buns and started making them. His mouth was full of oil. Although the taste was average, he enjoyed it very much. Perhaps it was because he was a martial artist before, and he knew what it felt like to be hungry.
At that time, I really no longer pursued dishes and tastes. How exquisite could a martial artist's life be?
"After breakfast, the disciples will practice boxing in the morning on the big stone flat. Do you want to see it?" Long Dongjun asked with a smile.
"Well, look!"
Lin Zhao said with a smile: "I haven't seen what the farmer's three punches and the remaining six movements are like. Can you see it? Isn't it considered stealing from the master?"
"how come?"
Long Dongjun smiled heartily and said: "First of all, you are a sword cultivator, and you are not even a martial artist for the time being. You may not be able to fully understand the meaning and principles of the fist after seeing it. Secondly, my uncle actually started to teach you back then.
Although you only have three punches, you are half a Tiefushan person. In this case, what if I teach you a complete set of Nirvana Fist?"
"You don't want to be acquainted with the family?" Lin Zhao said with a smile.
Long Dongjun picked up a steamed bun and said bluntly: "If it weren't for people like you, the four northern tribes would have gone south long ago. Can Furong Prefecture and Tiefu Mountain be in a corner? I don't think so, so although we in Tiefu Mountain have a sectarian view,
But... if it can make the martial arts in the world stronger, or even suppress the swordsmanship, I would very much like to see it."
He grinned: "When you come down the mountain, I will give you a set of Nirvana Boxing Manual copied by myself, including all nine styles. If you can really enter the martial arts in the future, even if you are outside for our Tiefu Mountain
The branches and leaves are blooming, which is a good thing."
Lin Zhao nodded and smiled, Long Dongjun's mind was indeed quite impressive.
…
early morning.
Lin Zhao and Long Dongjun sat side by side on a rock, looking at a group of Tiefu Mountain disciples practicing boxing on a huge stone flat in front of them under the supervision of two Tianyuan realm elders. For a time, the entire big stone flat was filled with a strong sense of boxing.
, wisps of fists exploded with the wind, and the energy and spirit of the entire Tiefu Mountain was quite good.
"Sect Master Long."
Lin Zhao looked into the distance and said: "Is there any precedent for Tiefu Mountain to send disciples down to join the army? These warriors are very suitable for fighting on the battlefield."
"No."
Long Dongjun shook his head and said: "Although the Great Shang Dynasty did send many dignitaries to the mountain to lobby, I didn't agree to it. The princes, princes and ministers in Furong, Huang, and Yuzhou only wanted to be in peace, and they didn't do anything.
I want to go north to kill demons, so even if my disciples from Tiefu Mountain join the army, it will only become a trump card in their hands, which is meaningless."
"knew."
Lin Zhao nodded and said: "I will go down the mountain in the afternoon and prepare to continue on my way."
"good."
…
Afternoon.
Long Dongjun handed Lin Zhao a complete boxing manual of "Nirvana Boxing", and then accompanied him down the mountain to the Xijian River. He took a small boat to see Lin Zhao off.
Before he had gone far, Lin Zhaohu, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, was buzzing in the spiritual ruins. A strong kendo aura erupted in front of him. Someone was coming. He looked up and saw that the green river water was divided.
A woman came riding a flying sword, and the entire Qingfu River surrendered, the waves calmed down, and no one dared to make any waves.
This woman is a twelve-level sword immortal.
"Long Dongjun!"
The female sword fairy cut off the river with her sword, causing Lin Zhao and Long Dongjun's boat to fall over the cliff. She said with murderous intent in her eyes: "Xie Yiying, the Lingyan Sword Sect of Wangxin Lake, wants to talk to you.
Let’s compete!”
…
Lin Zhao was in the air and frowned, who is this eldest sister?! Furong Prefecture is such an outstanding place, so lively!
This chapter has been completed!