At the top of Mount Huashan, the curtain begins.

A storm is coming in the martial arts world.

Sima Wei, the leader of Qingcheng, was killed outside Baidi City after his skull was penetrated using the moon-breaking cone technique of "city character eighteen breaking".

Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, died under the hands of his own secret throat lock and grappler. His throat bones were crushed, his face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was described as extremely miserable.

Shaolin Master Xuanbei has practiced the Great Skanda Pstle Technique, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, for decades, and has become a master of cultivation. However, such a figure is also used by the mastermind behind the scenes to use his own famous martial arts, the Great Skanda Pstle Technique.

Break the organs into pieces.

…

In just a short period of time, more than a dozen murder cases occurred in various parts of the Central Plains. The people who died were all famous people with amazing skills in the martial arts world. What is even more terrifying is that all of these people died due to their own unique skills that made them famous.

There are many people who practice martial arts, because of their own talents, who want to practice a certain kung fu successfully, which can take as little as ten or eight years, or as long as their whole life.

Being able to use the opponent's unique skills to kill the opponent shows the breadth of the skills of the person behind the scenes.

There seems to be no such figure in today's martial arts world.

After a lot of involvement, the target was finally locked on the Murong family in Gusu.

This is because Gusu Murong's martial arts school is quite famous in the world, and there is a saying that he should repay the other person with his own way.

Besides them, who can have such ability?

The descendants of the deceased's family heard the news and rushed out in droves to the south of the Yangtze River to look for Gusu Murong!

The Shaolin sect, whose disciples were also killed, maintained their status as martial arts leaders and remained restrained because the matter was not settled.

As for another beggar gang, which is the largest gang in the world, due to the death of its deputy gang leader, tens of thousands of its members were filled with indignation and directly announced that they would go to Yanziwu, Suzhou to settle accounts with Murong Fu in a month's time.

At a time when the martial arts world in the Central Plains was in turmoil, there was a rumor that started from Heshuo and spread to the Central Plains.

"At the top of Mount Huashan, the Zhenwu Palace opens."

"The magic skills are put into practice by fate."

As soon as the rumor came out, countless people laughed.

They don't believe that there is any Zhenwu Palace at the top of that bare Huashan Mountain, let alone that someone will spread the magical skills all over the world.

There is no such thing as a good thing in the world. What if someone sets a trap? Traveling all the way there would be like committing suicide.

In addition, the land of Heshuo is far away from Huashan Mountain. Under uncertainty, no one would mobilize troops and rush thousands of miles away just for a rumor.

Those who heard the news were indifferent and looked at it as a joke.

Let's see if any fool would travel thousands of miles for a rumor.

No one knew that at this time, a young man in black, no taller than a weak crown, quietly left the land of Heshuo with a three-foot green sword in his hand.

After more than a month, we arrived at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

Go straight up the mountain.

This young man is about fourteen or fifteen years old. He is dressed in black and has his hair tied with hemp rope. He is described as cold and resolute. His eyes are aloof and arrogant. His slightly pursed lips make him look more decisive. His back is as straight as

A sharp sword.

"It's not a rumor. There are traces of construction on the top. Is there really a Zhenwu Palace?"

The stone palace is built on the edge of the peak and can be clearly seen before reaching the bottom of the peak.

The young man quickened his pace and reached the foot of the peak not long after.

Naturally, I saw the ten big characters on the peak wall.

The young man leaned his sword on the ground and stood at the foot of the solitary peak. He raised his eyes and opened his eyes brightly.

"The unparalleled Tao in the world, the first person in the world!"

Every word that came out of his mouth, his voice felt as sharp as a sword.

It makes people feel that this is a young man who is indomitable, resolute and decisive.

"Um?"

"This is?"

The young man's eyes were intense, staring at the word "Dao" on the peak wall, looking at it extremely carefully from beginning to end.

Sweat slowly broke out on his stoic and indifferent face.

"So fast, so cold, so amazing! There is actually a peerless swordsmanship hidden in the word "Tao"."

"The strokes are criss-crossed, with extreme changes in sword techniques, and the sharp sword energy is deeply hidden in every stroke. This word "Tao" is clearly cut out by someone with sword energy. Those who are not sincere with the sword will never feel it.

Less than.”

"Who has this ability? If he can carve words on this cliff that is tens of feet tall, could this person be the master of the Zhenwu Palace?"

The young man raised his head suddenly, his eyes piercing through the thick clouds.

At the same time, an inexplicable meaning seemed to fall from the top of the mountain, staring unabashedly at the young man.

As if he was looking at something.

The young man has a pure mind and sharp five senses. He can grasp changes in the outside world in a timely manner and feel them instantly.

I was shocked: "Someone is sizing me up."

Extreme edge!

Lin Pingzhi stood with his hands tied, his eyes falling below the peak, a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"You have such a high qualification that you can detect my swordsmanship hidden in the carvings. If you are not destined to meet that person, this boy should be the perfect successor of my swordsmanship."

He started in the land of Heshuo and spread the news about Zhenwu Palace in order to find someone.

A person who was known as a weak champion before, with a three-foot green edge competing with the heroes of Heshuo!

That man became famous after Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Feng, and only showed his talents after both of them passed away. His swordsmanship skills spanned several eras and had a profound influence.

Counting time, perhaps he was still honing his sword skills in the land of Heshuo during the era when talents emerged in large numbers in the Central Plains.

It takes many years to achieve anything.

"Could this guy be that person?"

Lin Pingzhi looked at it from the top, but the young man at the bottom began to find a path to climb up.

The road is difficult, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss. But the young man's expression did not even change, he put the sword behind his back, pursed his thin lips, and climbed up.

It's quite courageous.

Huashan Mountain has been famous for its steepness since ancient times. It is said that Huashan Mountain is the most dangerous mountain in the world. The peak where Lin Pingzhi stands is not only extremely dangerous, but also has a majestic momentum.

Like a pillar of heaven that suppresses the earth and rises to the sky.

As soon as the young man climbed to the top, he saw a long and tall white figure.

She is wearing white clothes and white hair, and her hair is shining brightly. Standing on the edge of the peak with her hands tied, her clothes flying, she has a sense of independence from the world. Just her back makes people feel amazing.

It was as if the entire sky above had become his foil.

In the young man's heart, there was even a feeling that the world could not accommodate him. This feeling frightened him, and he quickly took a deep breath to calm down.

"You...are the Master of Zhenwu Palace?" The young man stared at his back with burning eyes.

"I am." Lin Pingzhi said calmly.

"I heard that you have magical skills that you can teach to those who are destined to do so?"

"The magical skills are all in the temple. If you want, you can get them yourself." Lin Pingzhi clasped his hands behind his back and did not look back.

It was as if he didn't care at all about the martial arts secrets in the palace.

"I... didn't come here for the magic skills in the palace." The young man pursed his lips and said stubbornly.

"Oh?" Lin Pingzhi became a little interested.

The young man said seriously: "Even if you really have magical skills to teach you, it may not be suitable for me."

Lin Pingzhi's voice sounded faintly: "Do you know how many martial arts secret books there are in this hall?"

Without waiting for the young man to answer, Lin Pingzhi added: "Weapon skills, fist and leg moves, internal exercises, body skills, etc., there are more than three hundred of them. Each of them is enough to be called a magic skill in the world.

.You are a swordsman, and the martial arts of at least four peerless swordsmen are hidden here. Are you not tempted at all?"

The young man's eyes flashed slightly. He didn't care about other martial arts, but as a swordsman, how could he not yearn for the unique skills of a peerless swordsman.

"If I say you are tempted, will you give it all to me?"

"Others can only choose one, but you can make an exception. If you want, I can give you all the sword skills in the palace."

call!

The boy's breathing was a little heavy.

But soon, he changed back to his original appearance: "Why should I be an exception?"

"Because you are a person who is most sincere with the sword. There are not three people like you in the entire world."
To be continued...