This time after leaving the seclusion, Lin Hao felt that he had made a qualitative leap.

His way of perception of the world has completely changed.

Even if everything around his eyes is closed, it seems that it can be perceived by his other senses, thus forming a blurred appearance that is presented to him.

The internal force can be fluctuated without fluctuation during this breath, which means that his control over his own functions has risen to a very terrifying state, completely different from before, and is not at the same level as before.

No wonder no one in this world can touch this threshold again except Zhang Sanfeng.

No wonder Zhang Sanfeng, an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, can't find an opponent in this world.

Before this, perhaps the six major sects besieged Guangmingding, and the group of people brought by Zhao Min would put some pressure on Lin Hao, but now, Lin Hao does not take them seriously at all.

The only person in the world who can be seen by Lin Hao is Zhang Sanfeng.

Of course, the old guy Zhang Sanfeng has already seen through these secular worlds at this age. He will definitely not take action when the six major sects besieged Guangmingding.

No, Zhang Sanfeng’s Wudang will not be that strong.

It is not difficult to deal with Wudang easily.

But there must be a way to deal with it.

If Zhang Sanfeng is here, Wudang will definitely not be so easily convinced and can be used by him.

And it was after the conflict.

Although he now has the strength of a half-step master, Lin Hao is still not sure to beat Zhang Sanfeng.

"Sword Note, please stay~"

Lin Hao originally wanted to take away the sword score of "Nine Swords of Dugu", but after thinking about it, he still let it go.

With so many martial arts masters, only one of them left behind a complete set of swordsmanship. Such a good thing, it’s better to stay. Anyway, I have fully mastered it.

Moreover, it is basically unlikely to get this sword score, because the big bird will be taken away by itself soon. Without the help of this big bird, it is almost impossible for anyone in this world to be able to come to this sword tomb.

"Scream!"

The eagle was startled and flapped its wings after a loud cry.

The huge stone tablet that had disappeared for nearly a whole day suddenly appeared in its original position again, making the big bird a little doubt its eyes.

"Okay, bird, let's go."

"The direction I'm going is there!"

After saying that, Lin Hao pointed his finger in front of him, and then stepped onto the giant eagle's back.

This trip took a lot of time, which can be said to be the one that took the most time, but the gains obtained were indeed terrifying.

If you want to break through the innate realm and touch the threshold of a master, you need more things than before, or even several times more. And this trip also gained three talents and three founding veterans of the Ming Dynasty, so it would be better to spend some time.

"Hmph! Ha!"

On the top of the mountain and in the Taoist temple, disciples wearing neat Taoist uniforms are practicing qigong seriously.

"Everyone is serious! This action is very dangerous. Before you reach the Guangming Pin, you should train as carefully as possible. When you reach the Guangming Pin and start a war with the Demon Cult, you will have a higher chance of survival."

"This battle not only concerns our own reputation, but also the reputation of Wudang! The most important thing is your lives, so I will practice it well."

"Yes! Senior brother!"

A young man who looks pretty good is training with his junior brothers, and this man is Song Qingshu, the eldest disciple of the younger generation of Wudang.

This guy looks pretty, but he is actually a sinister villain.

Since Zhang Wuji returned to Wudang Mountain, he has targeted Zhang Wuji a lot.

It's not because of anything else, but because Zhang Sanfeng's special love for this young disciple who had been missing for many years, which made Song Qingshu extremely jealous. Moreover, when Zhang Wuji had just been infected with the cold poison of Xuanming Divine Palm, Zhang Sanfeng spent a very terrifying true energy to treat him.

Song Qingshu has always believed that if he had given so much true energy, he would have been the leader among the younger generation.

After Zhang Wuji received so much true energy from Zhang Sanfeng, he was still a waste, which made him extremely unhappy. Because of all these things, Song Qingshu targeted Zhang Wuji a lot in his daily training, and often stumbling to him in his life.

The silly boy Zhang Wuji had no idea about this. There was no way. Lin Hao took him away. He had not experienced the darkness of the hearts and was still very simple. He thought that the eldest brother was strict with him for his own good.

Look, Song Qingshu is causing trouble again.

"Zhang Wuji, why are you stunned? What are you looking good in the sky? As the seven heroes of Wudang, you must have participated in this Guangmingding. Such slack training is to lose face of your ancestors, or you don't plan to come back alive?"

Song Qingshu's words were full of viciousness, but in the eyes of all the disciples, they all became a special beating for Zhang Wuji.

"No, no, senior brother, look at the sky, I have never seen such a big bird..."

Zhang Sanfeng, who was originally meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

Combined with the noisy discussions of the disciples who were training outside, he immediately realized that something amazing was coming.

Walking out of the Qingxin Palace and looking up, a big eagle was sweeping towards his direction.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"This, this is..."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were filled with horror.

How is the Condor Hero???? It's possible? What era is this? How can the Condor Hero is still alive?

But if it isn't the Condor Heroes, who will it be?

While thinking, the eagle had already landed on the ground, and a young man with extraordinary demeanor walked down from the eagle's back.

"My younger generation, Lin Hao, have met Zhenren Zhang!"

Lin Hao respects Zhang Sanfeng, the martial arts master, from the bottom of his heart, and bowing with fists is naturally indispensable.

The respect in his eyes was also very strong. When Zhang Sanfeng saw it, he knew that the person who came was not hostile.

"I am just an old man who is about to be buried. You don't have to be so polite."

"I wonder why the young hero came to Wudang to see me, the old man? In addition, I am also very curious about what kind of identity the young hero came to visit me in Wudang~"
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