Sword power is the power of a swordsman. It is a mysterious power that can only be condensed after practicing swordsmanship to a certain level. It involves the spiritual will in the dark and has little to do with internal physical strength. At these times, Gui Zhong
During the day, I encountered many opportunities and experienced many battles. I made great progress in Huashan Swordsmanship, Xiyi Swordsmanship, Thirteen Swords of Thousand Changes of Clouds and Mist, etc. After mastering many swordsmanship, I condensed it into a sword skill.
He has a mysterious sword power. His current sword power is still very weak and can only be regarded as a prototype. But even the prototype of the sword power is already extraordinary. At this moment, he is opening up the eight extraordinary meridians and strengthening his internal cultivation. During this period, he has many distracting thoughts.
It affects the mind, but as soon as the sword is released, these distracting thoughts are immediately suppressed, and the mind is clear, without any worries.
"Okay, it seems that I have become more and more proficient in the way of swordsmanship. Although I have only condensed a rudiment of sword power, it is of great help to my practice. Yang Wei Vein, break, break, break!"
With a loud shout, Gui Zhong's whole body trembled violently, an invisible strong wind roared out, and a series of muffled sounds emerged in his body. Multiple acupuncture points opened one after another, and his internal energy flowed. In an instant, Gui Zhong felt that his skill had increased crazily.
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In internal practice, the twelve main meridians are only the foundation. Only the eight extraordinary meridians can enter the mysterious realm. Every time a strange meridians are opened, the internal strength will greatly increase. Each of the eight extraordinary meridians is equivalent to a sea of qi, comparable to
Dantian, Gui Zhong has now completely penetrated the four great sutras, and his internal strength has reached its peak.
The most powerful thing is that he practices the Quanzhen Heart Method, which is the authentic Xuanmen method. His internal energy is pure and long-lasting. It is much more powerful than ordinary internal martial arts. The speed of practice may be slow, but as long as he breaks through, his internal energy will increase.
The general exercises are comparable.
After thirty-six weeks of internal energy circulation, Gui Zhong opened his eyes, and a bright light came out, and then returned to a smooth surface, like a deep pool, and his whole body was restrained, just like an ordinary person.
"The eighth level of the day after tomorrow has finally been achieved. Now my internal cultivation level is probably inferior to that of the Nine Difficulties Master Tai. In addition, I have initially refined my sword skills and my combat power has greatly increased. It's time to go and see this martial arts competition.
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Gui Zhong breathed in and out quietly, guided his energy back to his original state, and felt that his energy had reached its peak, and he spoke slowly.
This retreat took him three days, and he was finally successful.
Walking out of the valley, Gui Zhong headed all the way towards Fuhu Village.
Henan Fuhu Village is located outside Kaifeng City. It is a huge manor with a vast area and clusters of buildings. It is now bustling and noisy. Martial arts people of all shapes and forms have been coming from all directions these days.
The popularity of Zhuangzi immediately increased.
Outside the gate of the majestic manor, two stone lions weighing several thousand kilograms are arranged on the left and right, majestic and majestic. At the gate is a spacious avenue, all paved with bluestone, everything shows the crouching tiger.
Zhuang's wealth and power are great.
After entering the gate of the manor, there is a huge square not far away. On weekdays, this square is usually a place for many villagers to practice boxing and martial arts. Weapon racks are neatly placed, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, and eighteen kinds of weapons.
But now the square is bustling with people, with dozens or hundreds of tables set up, wine and food available, and many martial arts VIPs gathered together, with laughter, curses, and conversations, making it very lively.
In the inner courtyard of the villa, in a large hall, there are many people sitting on big mahogany chairs. The one at the top is a middle-aged man with a handsome face, like a scholar. This person is none other than the chief helmsman of the Tiandi Society.
The master is Chen Jinnan, a well-known master in the world of martial arts.
There are rows of seats on both sides, and they are all filled with people at this time. They are all dignified and solemn, and they are all famous figures in the world.
Zen Master Huicong of Shaolin Temple, Taoist Master of Tsinghua University in Wudang, Master Tianyun of Kunlun, Master Mingling of Emei, and other leaders of various sects. Even the owner of Fuhu Village, Zhao Jinhu, only sat near the door.
At the end, it can be seen that everyone present
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"Everyone, what Chen did in convening this martial arts conference this time, I believe that all the seniors and brothers present here already know, was for the murder of the second son of the Prince of Yanping County in Taiwan. I am also very grateful to you all for giving me this face.
It’s very polite of Chen Jinnan to condescend to come here!”
Chen Jinnan spoke first, and after finishing speaking, he bowed deeply.
Everyone present returned the courtesy one after another without even daring to say a word.
"Mr. Chen, you are so polite. Not long ago, we formed an alliance at the Turtle Killing Conference. Zheng Keshuang and Mr. Zheng are the leaders of Fujian Province. Now that the leader of the province has been killed, we must seek justice.
That’s right, otherwise wouldn’t it mean that people are looking down on us and the Turtle Killing Alliance!”
Master Tianyun of the Kunlun Sect is an old man in his forties or fifties. He is dressed in Taoist attire and has a solemn temperament. He has the demeanor of a master, but lacks a bit of the elegant and ethereal attitude of the Taoist sect. At this moment, he said in a heavy and serious tone.
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Feng Xifan claims to be the number one master of the Kunlun sect, but this is not an exaggeration. Even Master Tianyun thinks he is not the opponent of this junior brother. Over the years, Feng Xifan has traveled around the world and made a name for himself without any blood.
The name has greatly increased the prestige of the Kunlun Sect. Now that Feng Xifan has been killed, he, as the leader, will naturally come to take revenge. Master Tianyun also actively participated in this martial arts conference. Now that Chen Jinnan finished speaking,
He immediately spoke up and agreed.
"Amitabha, it is rumored that Taoist Taiyuan is from the Huashan sect. I wonder if anyone from the Huashan sect has been notified of this martial arts conference?"
Zen Master Huicong said while turning a string of dark brown beads in his hand.
"Uncle Qi, my disciple has notified Feng Nandi of the Huashan Sect. I believe they will also be present at this martial arts competition."
Zhao Jinhu quickly stood up and replied. He is a disciple of Shaolin lay disciples. Naturally, he would not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest when facing Huicong, the abbot of Shaolin.
"Well, that's fine. This matter is not trivial. We have to act cautiously, otherwise it may get out of hand."
Zen Master Huicong said something and then fell silent.
"What Abbot Huicong said makes sense. It's getting late now. I'd better go out. I'm afraid all the heroes are impatient."
Chen Jinnan stood up as he spoke, and everyone else also stood up and walked outside.
This group of people are all famous people in the world, with extremely extraordinary status. As soon as they appeared in the square outside, they immediately caused a sensation.
"Look, that's Director Chen of the Tiandihui."
"Yes, it's Mr. Chen, the helmsman. I met him three years ago in Xichuan, but I didn't expect to meet him again today."
"That's Zen Master Huicong, the abbot of Shaolin. His Buddhist teachings and martial arts are unfathomable."
"There is also a Taoist priest from Tsinghua University in Wudang who has reached the pinnacle of Tai Chi."
Exclaims of surprise kept coming, and the knowledgeable man introduced many martial arts masters who appeared.
"I really didn't expect that so many senior experts would come to this martial arts conference. It's worth the trip!"
"The purpose of this martial arts competition is to deal with Taoist Taiyuan. I wonder if that person will come?"
"Hmph, Taiyuan Taoist killed Feng Xifan and Zheng Keshuang. Now that all the heroes are gathered together, how can he still have the courage to come? Isn't that asking for death?"
Various discussions continued to appear, and the huge square was abuzz. Until Chen Jinnan stood on a high platform, stretched out his hands and pressed down, and immediately became much quieter. This kind of momentum is indeed extraordinary.
"Dear friends, I have invited Chen to hold a martial arts conference this time. Thanks to friends from all walks of life, I appreciate it and come to the conference. I
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Chen, on behalf of Prince Zheng and Tiandihui, would like to thank everyone for your support!"
Chen Jinnan's tone was neither fast nor slow, but his voice seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears. His internal skills were so impressive that many martial arts heroes praised him.
"Mr. Chen, you're welcome!"
"Mr. Chen, if you have something to do, please give me your order. We will fight with you even if you want to do it!"
With so many shouts and shouts, it must be said that Chen Jinnan’s appeal in the world is extraordinary.
"Okay, everyone, sit down for now. When noon arrives, the martial arts conference will officially begin!"
As soon as Chen Jinnan finished speaking, a loud shout came from the door of the manor on the edge of the square. "Feng Nandi, the leader of the Huashan Sect, has arrived!"
The heroes all looked sideways, and not long after, they saw Feng Nandi coming with his two sons, as well as several of his disciples, all of whom were younger and looked a bit lonely.
When Chen Jinnan and others saw Feng Nandi, they immediately walked over and greeted him politely.
Even if this martial arts conference is to deal with Taoist Taiyuan of the Huashan Sect, Feng Nandi, as the head of Huashan, must be able to live up to everyone's reputation, otherwise it will be a violation of the martial arts rules.
As soon as many leaders took their seats, Master Tianyun immediately started to attack.
"Master Feng, your Huashan sect's Taoist Taiyuan is so majestic. My junior brother Feng died in his hands. Not only that, but the second son of Prince Zheng of Taiwan was also killed by him. Master Feng's sect today is
Do you want an explanation?"
Feng Nandi's face was gloomy. Today's martial arts conference is indeed in a bad situation. As the head of the Huashan Sect, one can imagine the pressure he is under. He can't help but feel a bit resentful towards Gui Zhong in his heart. This junior brother is really capable of causing trouble.
, how can he bear this?
Feng Nandi had a headache, but no matter how much he had a headache, he still came to the martial arts conference today. He had to come, otherwise the reputation of the Huashan Sect would have plummeted.
"Master Tianyun, are you being too aggressive? The merits and demerits of this matter have not yet been clarified, so you are making such big statements. Do you think you are too disrespectful of our Huashan Sect?"
Feng Nandi said with a cold tone.
After all, he was the leader of a sect, and Master Tian Yun's persuasive tone was so arrogant that it made him extremely angry.
"What? Does Master Feng really want to protect his subordinates when he comes here today? Just take a look at the heroes present, will they agree?"
Speaking of this, Master Tianyun mobilized his inner strength, and his voice spread throughout the square.
Many people in the martial arts community heard this statement and immediately started making noises.
"No!"
"No!"
"Hand over Taoist Taiyuan and kill him on the spot to avenge Mr. Zheng!"
Everyone had just drunk a lot of strong wine, and with their blood and blood welling up, there was nothing they dared to say, and the words they said became increasingly unpleasant.
Some even clamored arrogantly to kill everyone in the Huashan Sect as well.
When Feng Nandi heard this change, his face turned livid. As for the disciples behind him and brothers Feng Bupo and Feng Buji, they were even more furious. If it weren't for the fact that they were too worried about the people present,
Duo, he had already taught him a lesson.
What made Feng Nandi's face even more ugly was that the other leaders of the various factions were silent at this time, with indifferent faces, as if they didn't hear anything and allowed Master Tianyun to shout here.
This scene was really chilling. Feng Nandi thought that when he hosted the turtle killing meeting, all the sects were polite, but now there has been such a change, which shows the unpredictable changes in people's hearts.