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Chapter 282: The Strongest Human on the Surface

[Thanks to Wan Yitian for his reward - July 14]

The province where Wang Jinlong is located has been traveling, and Yang Muyun drove the high-speed rail all the way to Wudang Mountain.

Northern Shaolin, Southern Wudang!

This is another martial arts holy place that is as famous as Shaolin Temple.

It was early morning when Yang Muyun came. Before the sun came, dozens of young and old in Taoist robes were already standing by the cliff. They collected the power of the rising sun in the direction of the sun and jumped out of the ground in the red sun.

In an instant, visualize the way of yin and yang.

Seeing this scene, Yang Muyun nodded secretly.

Wudang still has something to do, at least this way of cultivation is right.

In comparison, Shaolin is not good. It is purely cultivating muscle strength. Without the support of internal mental methods, those methods of damaging muscles and bones are no different from those of Iron Sand Palm and Seven Injured Fist, and they are all destroying the body to obtain strength.

This kind of power is neither powerful nor long-lasting, and it starts to go downhill as soon as the peak of the body passes.

Wudang's way of practicing in the world, the way of following the heaven and earth is much more wise. Even if you can't practice anything, at least it won't hurt your body, right?

The human body's potential is limited and it is not enough to support the cultivation method of cutting flesh and boiling oil.

No matter how exhausted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is, there is always a trace of it. If you can’t refine qi for ten years, then you will have twenty years. If you can’t refine qi for fifty years, then you will have five thousand years.

As long as you live long enough, you will succeed one day.

What surprised Yang Muyun was that a thin old Taoist priest in Wudang had a slight energy fluctuation.

The moment the sun rose, a trace of slight ripples appeared around the Taoist priest.

Ordinary people may not feel this kind of fluctuation, but they definitely cannot escape Yang Muyun's perception.

Yang Muyun remembered the aura of the Taoist priest and followed him all the way.

The old Taoist priest breathed in front of the sun for a while, then jumped off the cliff.

Yes, jump off the cliff.

The tourists around exclaimed, but the Taoist priests who practiced together were not surprised, and they didn't even raise their eyelids.

Yang Muyun immediately rushed to the outside of the cliff, but saw the old Taoist priest sometimes carrying his hands behind his back, sometimes spreading his wings like a white crane. His body bounced up and down, moving left and right as he fell, and using the aid of raised stones as a buffer.

In just five or six breaths, it dropped by more than 100 meters and reached the ground.

Then, the old Taoist priest shook his sleeves and walked towards the Taoist temple with his hands behind his back.

There was immediately warm applause around, and some foreigners kept shouting "Oh, My God" and then uploaded the video they just took to the Internet.

Several internet celebrities rushing towards the old Taoist priest to interview, but the old Taoist priest took out a mobile phone and compared a scissors hand to the screen.

"Hi! Babies, I am on the air again. Do you think of me?... Let me show you a video to see how I am doing with my light skills?"

Internet celebrities were immediately Petrochemical and could not get the popularity.

Yang Muyun shook his head. Now that monks and Taoists are broadcasting live, they are obviously aware of the importance of online publicity.

In ancient times, some monks and masters had to break their legs, sell their own doctrines everywhere, and promote their own sects. In the process, they had to face various doubts and accept challenges from their peers. If they were accidentally beaten to death or

The risk of being beaten to death may also be taken by the government as a demon or a demon monk.

Missionary work has been a high-risk industry since ancient times, with large investment, low returns, and even mediocre all my life.

Look at it now, you can easily attract hundreds of thousands or even millions of fans with your mobile phone. If faith can be opened on the earth and even ignit the divine fire, these people all have the potential to become gods.

Unfortunately, the earth has no foundation for faith.

The power of faith that was unparalleled was also scattered in the Zixiao Hall of Wudang Mountain. Yang Muyun picked up pearls and found out the power of faith at the level of 12 saints, as well as the power of fanatical faith and devout faith.

, the power of ordinary faith.

A great harvest.

There were originally only eleven Buddhist saint-level powers of faith in the space of faith, but now there are twelve Taoist saint-level powers of faith.

And these twelve pieces include the internet celebrity Taoist priest who jumped off the cliff just now.

Yang Muyun incorporated his thoughts into the statue of the hall and left his own name mark, and the statue immediately gave birth to special changes.

Then, with the hall as the center, a special energy "buzz" spread out.

The Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain who were practicing were all feeling something and looked at the Zixiao Hall. The one with the strongest sense was the Taoist priest who jumped off the cliff.

"Well, babies, something happened on the mountain. I will go off the air first. I will perform a real martial arts for everyone later. I will love you, and I will give you my heart."

Then, the Taoist priest jumped his clothes and instantly turned into Bolt, swaying left and right among the crowd, taking advantage of the opportunity, and running towards the hall at an incredible speed.

All the people who were secretly photographing the Taoist priest were excited.

"Damn it! World record! This is absolutely a record-breaking! Awesome! Master Chen is awesome!"

When the Taoist Master Chen, who jumped off the cliff, walked into the hall, he instantly felt a special feeling.

It is very subtle, but also very real. Stepping into the hall is like stepping into another world. The hustle and bustle of the world disappears instantly. The small space of Zixiao Palace gives people a deep and distant feeling in the valley.

Master Chen looked at the statue with some emotion, and then bowed respectfully.

Yang Muyun sat above her head, and her spiritual thoughts sank into the space of faith, looking through the information of the twelve saint-level faith powers and looking back at their past.

The oldest Taoist priest was in the late Qing Dynasty, and the power of saint-level faith in the monk temple was the farthest at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

It seems that something major happened during the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, which led to the severance of practice.

Not long after, Yang Muyun finished reading the power of eleven saint-level faith, and also had a lot of experience and understanding of Taoist classics.

Finally, it was Master Chen's turn to believe in it.

Soon, Yang Muyun found the reason why this old Taoist priest had "qi".

Because Master Chen accidentally slipped his feet while practicing light skills on a cliff more than 20 years ago, he fell off the bottom of the cliff. Fortunately, a tree was held up and saved his life. Even more fortunately, he found several strange-looking flowers and plants at the bottom of the cliff.

I was seriously injured at that time. Driven by instinct, I pulled down a few flowers and plants and ate them. Then my skills increased greatly. I haven't practiced the feeling of venting my energy for more than ten years, but now I have it all at once.

He is also the only person in Wudang Mountain who has cultivated "qi", although there is only a trace of it.

Over the next twenty years, Master Chen persisted in practicing, but his "qi" did not increase at all, and all his cultivation and efforts were only to maintain his weakness.

I felt that I had done useless work, Master Chen planned to spend a few days free, but as a result, most of the "qi" that was not enough was dissipated.

Master Chen had no choice but to pick up his practice again, practice diligently every day, maintain the last half of his "qi", and buried himself in the old paper every day, wanting to find the answer from the experiences of his predecessors.

Unfortunately, no results were found in search of it.

After reading Master Chen’s experience, Yang Muyun thought to himself: The rookie who had just cultivated the sense of venting energy still had a trace of "qi", and Master Chen only had half a trace of "qi".

Only half of the "qi" was caused by taking drugs, but it was this half of the "qi" that made Dao Cheng become the strongest human.

The strongest man under the starry sky...

Is this praise or irony?


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