Su Yang put his hand next to Wu Yazi's hand, and Wu Yazi raised a finger and placed it on Su Yang's pulse gate. Su Yang felt a heat on his pulse gate, and an internal force rose from his arm and rushed towards him very quickly.
In his heart, he could not help but fight with the Sanjiang mentality.
Both Su Yang and Wu Yazi were greatly surprised when the two kinds of internal skills came into contact. Wu Yazi's skills were profound and vast, like a surging river, endless. As long as the opponent's skills were not as good as his, they would be overwhelmed immediately. However,
Su Yang's skills were obviously inferior, but they were able to blend in well with Wu Yazi's internal skills.
Obviously, the internal strength of both comes from the same discipline. The only difference is that Su Yang's internal strength seems to be relatively messy with some impurities, while Wuyazi's internal strength is much more condensed and pure.
"That's it!" Wuya Zirao was a hundred years old, but after confirming that Su Yang was the founder of the sect, his voice was trembling and he said, "I've met the founder!"
"No, no, no, no, please don't call me that." Su Yang's heart skipped a beat when he heard him call him Patriarch, and he almost went crazy, and said hurriedly: "We are equals, let's make friends as equals!"
Thinking of this, he suddenly pulled his hand back and said: "Since we have such a connection, I will try to cure your injuries on your hands and feet. As long as you continue to be the leader, the Xiaoyao Sect will not be in any crisis as long as you are here."
Wu Yazi shook his head and said: "There is no immortal person in the world. I know that even if my hands and feet are cured, I will only live for more than half a year. I have lived for more than a hundred years, which can be regarded as an incredible achievement. I am already satisfied."
As your life is approaching, Patriarch, there is no need to worry about it."
After saying that, his sleeves flew out, put them on Su Yang's shoulders, and suddenly he lifted up his figure. He did a somersault in mid-air, propped his left foot on the roof beam, and fell down, with his head on top of Su Yang's head.
The Human-Heaven Linggai and the Heavenly Linggai are connected.
A thin wisp of hot air rushed into the Baihui point on Su Yang's top door. He felt that his mind was getting hotter and hotter. His whole body felt as light as a cloud and mist, flying in the sky. Suddenly, his body became cold, as if he had dived into the depths of the blue sea.
. Playing with a school of fish; and it seemed like he was practicing martial arts hard. Suddenly he felt a heavy rain falling on his body, but the raindrops were hot.
I saw that Wu Yazi was covered in sweat, which kept dripping onto his body. Sweat was still seeping out from everywhere on his cheeks, head and neck, and from the roots of his hair.
After about half a stick of incense, Wu Yazi finished teaching the exercises and slowly lay down on the ground. However, his appearance had changed. His originally white and handsome face was actually covered with criss-crossing deep wrinkles.
All the thick hair on his head has fallen out, and his long shiny black beard has turned into a white beard.
In an instant, it feels like decades have passed.
Wu Yazi squinted his eyes, smiled feebly, and said: "It's done! Patriarch, you are blessed with profound blessings. Seventy-eight percent of the Beiming Divine Technique that I have practiced throughout my life has entered your body! The master's lineage,
I also ask the Patriarch to protect me. If the Patriarch of our martial arts has any disagreement, you can ask the woman on the scroll. She still has this ring in Wuliang Mountain in Dali."
He took off a gem ring from his left finger with force and tried to put it on Su Yang's finger, but he was exhausted and couldn't even grab Su Yang's wrist. Su Yang put the ring on his finger and looked at Wu.
Yazi said: "Don't worry, since this is my sect, I will do it even if you don't say it."
Wu Yazi sighed, looked up to the sky and murmured: "Back then, Ding Chunqiu suddenly attacked me and threw me into a deep valley. I almost died by his hand. Fortunately, my eldest disciple Su Xinghe pretended to be deaf and mute and hid it from the traitor.
My ears and eyes were the reason why I had to survive and lived for thirty more years. Xinghe's qualifications were originally quite good, but it's a pity that he led me astray. I was too distracted to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and other things that discouraged me.
He can't learn any of the superior martial arts. In the past thirty years, I have only hoped to find a smart and dedicated disciple, teach him all my life's martial arts, and send him to kill Ding Chunqiu.
Inherit my Taoism. But the opportunity is rare. If you are not smart by nature, you may not make the same mistake of raising tigers, which brings disaster; you have a good personality but lack of understanding. Seeing that my life is coming to an end, I can no longer wait, so I will
This treasure was laid out for the public to find talents. Unexpectedly, after searching for it, I found the founder. This can be regarded as an adventure before I die. Alas, Ding Chunqiu can be destroyed with a snap of his fingers.
It’s a pity that my orthodoxy can no longer be explained clearly..."
Su Yang knew very well that people in the martial arts attach great importance to inheritance. Sometimes he is more affectionate to his apprentices who can pass on their own traditions than to his sons. Seeing Wu Yazi dying, he sat next to him and said slowly: "You and me.
It’s hard to explain, but after all, I have truly acquired your lifelong skills, and I can be considered your disciple.”
After saying that, he knelt on the ground and bowed several times, calling Master.
A glimmer of light flashed in Wu Yazi's eyes, and he had fulfilled his great wish. He looked up and seemed to see a dangerous situation in the legend. He muttered in a low voice like a gossamer: "Taking advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, guarding against the debate of the six qi."
, To swim in infinity is to be free..."
His voice became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared.
A golden light flashed, and Su Yang took out a first-class hero token and placed it on Wuyazi's body. Wuyazi had profound internal energy. Among the people he had ever seen, only Zhang Sanfeng could compare with him. Besides, the man was already dead.
Let this token be buried with him.
Su Yang looked at the surrounding mountain walls and thought to himself that he didn't know if there was any martial arts jade here. He might as well give it a slap. Even if there wasn't, it would be better to open a tomb for this master whose seniority he couldn't tell and bury him alive.
Thinking of this, he walked to the stone wall, raised his energy and struck the stone wall with his palm.
With a bang, the stone wall cracked. It was not a martial arts jade, but this palm only used two or three points of skill, but it was able to catch up with the original five or six points. Su Yang thought to himself, after gaining Wu Yazi's skill, his internal strength jumped up out of thin air.
Doubled.
So I had to raise my breath again and dig cave stones into the wall. Suddenly, before I even took a breath, I felt a severe cramping pain in the Dantian of my lower abdomen. This cramping pain instantly spread from the Dantian along the Qi Meridian.
The eight meridians spread throughout the body.
"What's going on!"
Su Yang was shocked and quickly tried to use his energy to suppress it, but something even more unexpected happened. As soon as he used his internal energy, the meridians in his body felt like they were being cut piecemeal by countless knives. The pain was unbearable. Not only was it painful, but his internal energy could not be gathered at all.
However, the total amount of internal force in the body is obviously more than double that before, but it cannot be used.
