Zhang Wuji looked at them blankly, what were these two people talking about?
Zhang Wuji's talent is also extremely high. Xie Xun said this when he taught him the Seven Injury Fist. But why did he not understand what these two people were saying at all?
Zhang Yange’s last thrust of the sword.
He wanted to combine movement and stillness!
But he thought a little but kept it simple. Old Zhang saw his plan and frowned and thought. Xiao Zhang knew that he was a little anxious, shook his head and sighed.
Zhang Wuji really doesn’t know why!
The three of them spent a year in this valley.
Everyone in the Wu-Tang Clan was in jubilation.
The letter Zhang Yange brought was finally received. This time, Zhang Yange was worried about another accident, so in addition to asking the Kunlun sect, he also asked several escort agencies to deliver the letter along the way.
"I'm telling you! My little uncle will not die!" Song Qingshu jumped up and down happily in front of his father.
Song Yuanqiao didn't reprimand him this time.
After confirming Yu Lianzhou's identity as the head coach, Song Yuanqiao felt very relaxed and relaxed a lot.
However, he and Zhang Songxi were still responsible for all the minor matters in the church. Yu Lianzhou made the decision on major matters.
The happiest person was Lu Fu. Being able to take Zhang Yange as his teacher was something he had never dreamed of before.
In Sanqing Palace
Yu Lianzhou took three secret letters from Zhang Yange and a handwritten letter from Zhang Sanfeng, and made sure that all three of them were fine.
"Master and Xiaoba are not on the mountain this year, so it doesn't feel so lively." Mo Shenggu said with a smile.
As he was talking, there was a sound of fireworks outside.
No one knew who released it.
Yu Lianzhou smiled and said, "I asked my disciples to do it. Although master and junior brother are not on the mountain this year!
But now that we know they are all safe, we should be lively!"
Yu Lianzhou pushed open the door of Sanqing Hall.
The cold air poured in outside the door, but the fireworks filled the sky.
Hu Qingniu was also in the Sanqing Hall at this time. Song Yuanqiao asked, "Mr. Hu, are you getting used to this period of time?"
"It's very comfortable to live there. Is Zhang Wuji's cold poison really gone?" Hu Qingniu said, still a little worried.
"Junior brother wrote in the letter that they have found the Nine Yang Sutra." Song Yuanqiao said with a smile.
Old Hu felt relieved after hearing what he said...
in the valley
Zhang Yange scolded Zhang Wuji, "It took me a year to learn two volumes! If these white apes could read, they would be better than you!"
After the child completed less than half of the second volume, the cold poison in his body was completely dissipated. After he completed the second volume, he was no longer afraid of cold or heat.
He originally felt proud of not being afraid of the cold and heat.
But the two people in front of them seemed to have never known what cold and heat were.
However, after completing the second volume, Zhang Wuji slacked off somewhat, so Zhang Yange scolded him!
Zhang Wuji lowered his head, "I know I was wrong, little uncle!"
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't slack off." Zhang Wuji replied.
"Hmm. Do you think you can sit back and relax after practicing the second volume and the cold poison is gone?" Zhang Yange asked coldly.
Zhang Wuji lowered his head in shame...
"Come on, little uncle, let me show you! How much of a noob you are now!" Zhang Yange said to Zhang Wuji.
"Ah? Of course I am no match for my junior uncle." Zhang Wuji shook his head repeatedly.
He didn't dare to fight Zhang Yange.
"Let's compare." Zhang Yange said with a smile. "I only use one hand."
Lao Zhang, who was meditating, also opened his eyes. This old Taoist priest has been here for a year, and his energy is getting better and better, and his face is glowing.
Xiao Zhang felt more and more that his master didn't seem to be practicing martial arts, but completely cultivating immortality!
Don’t leave before you leave, Lao Zhang will break the void first.
Then isn’t it a bit embarrassing for me...
"Wuji, let's compete with your junior uncle." Lao Zhang said with a smile.
"Then I'm here!" Zhang Wuji said.
He started by lazily tying his clothes. During this time, Zhang Yange taught him Wudang Changquan and Mianzhang.
This lazy tie-up is all learned from Zhang Yange, and Zhang Yange has an indescribable style when he uses this trick.
Wudang disciples all like to use this move to start.
Zhang Yange shook his head with a smile and stretched out a hand.
At this time, Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang has reached the second level, and his internal strength can be regarded as a master in the world.
Even better than He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect.
However, this kid has a kind nature and is always soft when he strikes.
Zhang Yange has said this many times.
After lazily tying up his clothes, Zhang Wuji quickly stepped forward.
Raising your hand is a slap!
I saw him drawing arcs, kicking the ground, and punching!
Done in one go!
Coupled with his profound internal strength, this move is quite powerful.
Zhang Yange took out his hand and grabbed it gently. Zhang Wuji felt his feet leave the ground, and Zhang Yange swung him away and flew out.
"If I wanted to kill you just now, there's no need to throw me away! I'll just hit you in the heart." Zhang Yange said.
Zhang Wuji got up. He felt that it was impossible to defeat his junior uncle using Wudang Kung Fu.
"Uncle Junior! Be careful!" Zhang Wuji punched directly after saying this.
Zhang Yange said with a smile, "Come on!"
I saw that Zhang Wuji punched with great force. There were seven different forces in one punch, some were fierce, some were soft, some were hard and soft, some were soft and hard, some were moving horizontally, some were sending straight, or some were retracting.
If the enemy cannot withstand this steady force, he will suffer serious internal injuries.
However, this Seven Injury Fist can cause great harm to oneself, and it can hurt others as well as oneself. Every level of strength of the fist increases, and the damage to oneself increases. The internal strength must reach a very advanced level, and practicing it will be beneficial to the body.
At this time, Zhang Wuji's internal strength was barely enough.
He came with a punch, and Zhang Yange raised his hand.
Use your hand as a whip to hit Zhang Wuji directly!
Zhang Wuji flew out in an instant and hit a large rock. The rock was torn into pieces, but nothing happened to Zhang Wuji.
He got up and looked at Zhang Yange in surprise.
"If I wanted to kill you just now, I wouldn't have used the energy of the Seven Injury Fist to hit the stone. I would have punched it directly into your body." Zhang Yange said.
Hearing this, Zhang Wuji nodded, "I will never slack off in the future, little uncle."
Lao Zhang nodded with satisfaction
Zhang Wuji hesitated to speak. Zhang Yange saw that he was holding back so much, "If anything happens, just tell me!"
"Uncle Master, how powerful are you now?"
Zhang Yange thought for a moment and said, "It's much worse than Master Qi."
What kind of answer is this!
A burst of birdsong sounded, and Zhang Yange stretched out a hand.
The bird was three or four feet away from him.
But the bird landed directly in his palm. The bird seemed to be frightened and wanted to fly out of his palm quickly.
But the bird couldn't fly out no matter what.
Finally, Zhang Yange raised his voice slightly, and the bird flew out.
"In my eyes at this time, most of the people in the world are no different from that bird!" Zhang Yange answered Zhang Wuji's question.