Lu Zhi chased the sweeping monk for nearly an hour, and with all his strength, he finally intercepted him in front of a mountain stream.

"Senior is really old and strong. He can still run around in the mountains and forests for such a long time with one person. I admire him."

The sweeping monk sighed softly, and reluctantly put down Murong Bo, letting him lean on a big stone nearby and take a rest.

In fact, it wasn't that he couldn't run anymore, but that the seriously injured Murong Bo couldn't bear the running anymore.

Although the sweeping monk kept using his true energy to break through the wind barrier on the way, and walking in the mountains and forests was as smooth as walking on flat ground. Murong Bo was not damaged by the strong wind, nor did he suffer any big bumps, but Murong Bo's injuries were

But it was already somewhat unbearable.

Before, Murong Bo failed to attack Lu Zhi. After he was countered, his whole body was almost crushed into pulp by the golden light. Although he was saved by the sweeping monk in time, most of the bones in his body had also been broken, and his five internal organs were all a bit damaged.

Displaced.

If Murong Bo hadn't already had a good foundation in martial arts, and the sweeping monk had been silently feeding him Qi and healing his injuries, Murong Bo's body might have become stiff at this moment!

But even so, it is only treating the symptoms but not the root cause. If we don’t quickly and carefully diagnose and treat him, fix the broken bones on his body, and then use our true energy to relieve his internal injuries, there will really be no way to save him!

"Why do you need to pursue me so hard? The old monk really doesn't want to fight with you."

Lu Zhi stared at the sweeper with burning eyes and said, "But I am extremely looking forward to fighting with my senior!"

The sweeping monk was stunned. He saw the light that belonged to a seeker in Lu Zhi's eyes.

Did he want to use the old monk to train himself?

Lu Zhi clasped his hands together, raised his lower body and saluted the sweeping monk: "Senior, please give me some advice."

"I see, this is what the real person has planned. Do you want to use the old monk's body to test your way?"

Lu Zhi did not deny it.

Over the past year or so, he has indeed accumulated a lot of things, such as Taoist classics, Xiaoyao secrets, and Duan's secret skills. Without realizing it, he has accumulated so much knowledge.

But at this moment, he only absorbed these things in a gulp, but he has not yet been able to digest them completely and integrate them.

Therefore, he needs an extremely strong external force to serve as a catalyst so that he can integrate and digest these foundations and integrate them into the path he is practicing.

As for such external forces and catalysts, probably only the sweeping monk can serve as such in this world.

Others, even if they are as strong as Tianshan Tonglao, are still missing the most important thing.

Because they haven't reached that state yet, they haven't been able to break away from the barriers and perfect the way that comes from themselves.

The only person who has truly blazed his own path is the Sweeping Monk. Lu Zhi had only felt the special ‘power’ of the Sweeping Monk from Lao Zhang before.

When he was still on Wudang Mountain, Lao Zhang would go up to the Golden Summit and slowly practice Tai Chi when he had nothing to do.

At that time, Lao Zhang always had an indescribable charm about him, even if he was just like the old man and old woman in the park, punching slowly and without using any energy at all, but that kind of mellow and natural feeling,

But it is a state that Lu Zhi has not been able to reach so far.

At that time, Lu Zhi didn't understand the true meaning of this. He just thought that Lao Zhang had superb skills and martial arts, so his every move naturally followed the rules.

But at this time, it was already vaguely clear that it was the embodiment of the Tao that Lao Zhang practiced, which was the unity of heaven and man in Taoism, and the conception of heaven and earth.

Lu Zhi is also pursuing that realm now, and he already has some ideas. What he lacks is a powerful person like the sweeping monk to act as pressure and catalyst.

"Senior, please serve as the whetstone and Bagua furnace for the poor Taoist, to help the poor Taoist gain a glimpse of the realm of Taoism."

The sweeping monk nodded: "Forget it, old monk, I will help you as you wish."

"Thank you, senior, for helping me!"

The sweeping monk nodded slightly noncommittally, and then Lu Zhi felt his aura change, and a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi aura suddenly came towards him with pressure like the top of Mount Tai.

Even Lu Zhi couldn't help but feel his heart tighten suddenly. He felt as if the air had become thicker, making it difficult to breathe!

What a terrifying aura and pressure. Just this invisible oppression can make people feel as if they are falling into the abyss. If Lu Zhi's mental power was not strong and tenacious enough, I am afraid that even he would have been suppressed by the aura of the sweeping monk.

Big loss.

"The old monk hasn't practiced martial arts much in these years. His moves may have become unfamiliar, so just try a few moves with real people at will."

As he spoke, the sweeping monk slowly raised his hand and pressed it against Lu Zhi from the air.

Buzz!

It was obviously just a silent palm, but Lu Zhi seemed to hear the earth-shattering earthquake like a tsunami and landslide, followed by a strong wind pressure that almost emptied the air in the surrounding area, making Lu Zhi feel a wave of

asphyxia.

So strong!

Under the sweeper's palm, the force of the air-breaking palm seemed to solidify, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him.

Lu Zhi didn't dare to be careless, so he immediately raised his palm and faced it with all his strength!

boom!

It didn't seem to be as scary as he imagined. Lu Zhi broke away the sweeper's blow with one palm, but the feeling of emptiness and futility when he hit the empty space with all his strength made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The circulation of Qi was somewhat sluggish.

"Zhenzhen is a little too competitive." After lightly commenting on Lu Zhi's move, the sweeping monk said, "Zhenzhen followed up with the old monk's Wuxiang Finger."

The sweeping monk pointed out another phaseless calamity, and it still smelled like that. For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed again in Lu Zhi's perception. It was obvious that this finger did not contain much power, but Lu Zhi did.

I was shocked by the 'power' contained in this finger.

Lu Zhi fired a Shang Yang Sword, which was able to offset the blow, but the Sweeping Monk's next blow had already followed.

Bang bang bang!

Continuous explosions rang out from the forest.

Lu Zhi was caught in a hard fight. He also knew that something was wrong with his current state. He seemed to have completely fallen into the rhythm of the sweeping monk, but he could not break away from that 'momentum'.

Compared to the sweeping monk, who had a sense of ease in lifting heavy weights and light weights, Lu Zhi was like a fledgling boy with no rules at all and could only deal with it passively.

Six Meridians Divine Sword, Yi Yang Finger, Tai Chi, and the Great Shift of the Universe, Lu Zhi used all the unique skills he had learned, but he was still unable to break away from the passive situation.

Like a moth caught in a spider's web, he was unable to use his strength. The feeling was really uncomfortable.

But even so, he did not give up, and he never used the golden light spell to break the situation, and he never even pulled out the Yuan Hong Sword behind his back.

What he wants is such heavy pressure, just like forging iron. Only by letting the iron block be burned red by the charcoal fire, and then vigorously forging it with a hammer to temper out the impurities in the iron block, can he get it.

Then refine the steel.

After nearly half an hour, Qiao Feng finally caught up and saw at a glance the scene that looked like an earth dragon turning over, as well as Lu Zhi meditating in the field.

"Brother Lu!"

Lu Zhi opened his eyes, looked at Qiao Feng, and said a little tiredly: "Brother Qiao, you are here."

"This" Qiao Feng looked at the mountain forest that seemed to have been plowed, with a bit of shock on his face, "Brother Lu, have you fought with that unknown old monk?"

Lu Zhi nodded: "Yeah."

"Then I wonder what the outcome will be?"

"I failed to stop that senior." Lu Zhi said apologetically, "I wanted to use the pressure of the sweeping monk to help me break through the sky, but in the end I was unable to keep Murong Bo anymore."

With his pure martial arts cultivation, Lu Zhi was no match for the Sweeping Monk, so if he wanted to keep Murong Bo, he could only defeat the Sweeping Monk from the beginning with the power of the Golden Light Curse and the power of the Yuanhong Sword, and win the title.

Pass Murong Bo.

But he still chose Monk Esau to train himself. In the end, he couldn't keep them, but it was inevitable that he was a little selfish.

Lu Zhi did not hide this matter and told Qiao Feng directly.

After hearing this, Qiao Feng was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "It's no wonder Brother Lu. With the unknown senior monk coming to the rescue, it would have been extremely difficult to keep Murong Bo."
Chapter completed!