Following Wei Zhengxian's gaze, he saw the white crane soaring into the sky, flapping its wings and flying high. Yu Fengxian was still a little confused, but soon woke up:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The Tao Fruit was refined and the magical power entered into the soul, which promoted the transformation of the True Gang, and the energy and blood climbed up to evolve into a furnace. Even though she had extremely high martial arts attainments, it still took several days.
But this is only a few days!
Even if Taizu is reborn, it is absolutely impossible to push the Azure Dragon True Gang to perfection in just a few days and use it to become the undefeated Tiangang, right?
"It turned out to be the handiwork of the eldest lady..."
From her expression of shock rather than anger, Wei Zhengxian saw something. A moment ago, he was sure to keep Yang Yu.
Even if he was interrupted by Yu Fengxian, he was sure to pursue him with the goshawk, but unfortunately...
He slowly turned around and saw golden light flashing in the forest. Among the flying dust, two figures with domineering aura slowly solidified and locked onto him.
"Spreading beans makes an army... Sir, how can you trust me?"
There was a hint of sadness in Wei Zhengxian's eyes, and he immediately fell off the cliff.
No one could ignore his presence. Even the Great Swordsman of Canghai, who was slowly retreating, always kept eighty percent of his attention on this person.
However, unexpectedly, Wei Zhengxian ignored him and never glanced at Qiu Zhanyu who threw the golden beads, but instead looked at the two golden-armored figures in the forest.
Memories flashed across his face, and he knelt down on one knee, cupping his fists and bowing:
"The last general, Wei Zhengxian, comes to see Prince Zhao!"
call!
Exhale like thunder, and every word is sonorous.
However, everyone who saw this scene or heard these words would tremble in their hearts.
There was only one person in the Ming Dynasty, and even in the world, who made Wei Zhengxian willing to kneel down just because of an afterimage, and that was Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu!
Seeing this, Qiu Zhanyu breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been granted amnesty. He knew that Yang Yu's danger had been resolved. At the same time, he was shocked that Yang Yu could escape unscathed from this man...
Swish, swish, swish~
The man in golden armor walked slowly out of the forest, looked around expressionlessly, and finally landed on Wei Zhengxian, who was slowly getting up.
The latter takes a step back with his left foot and steps forward with his right palm:
"General, I'm offended."
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"Is this the Grand Master?"
On the back of the red-eyed white crane, Yang Yu's face turned pale.
He had too little grain stone melted into his body, and Wei Zhengxian's serious palm exceeded the limit of the mustard seed space, so in the end, he suffered most of the impact alive.
Even when the undefeated Tiangang was first formed, his body also suffered a lot of impact. His skin was tingling, his muscles and bones were broken, his internal organs were displaced and bleeding, and even his meridians were disordered into a mess.
"As expected of the number one person in Qingzhou, even if I condense into a furnace, I can't compete with him..."
Looking at the distant Pingdu Mountain, Yang Yu murmured.
Not counting Wei Zhengxian, who had ulterior motives, and Zhang Xuanba, who was completely unable to compete with him in the illusion of Liuji Mountain, Wei Zhengxian could be regarded as the strongest opponent he had ever fought against.
This genius who was once the most talented person and even attracted Zhang Xuanba's personal invitation to join the Xuanjia Jingqi. Now, decades later, he is truly the number one person in Qingzhou.
Even in the entire Long Yuan Dao, there are only a few people who are qualified to compare with him.
"Commander Yiyu's status is enough to protect Lao Qiu. It's a pity that two 'golden beads' were wasted..."
He naturally knew about Qiu Zhanyu's arrival. Unfortunately, the general might not have the intention to kill him, but if he lingered, he might not.
Therefore, he could not say goodbye to Qiu Zhanyu, Yu Fengxian and others.
call!
Breathing out a breath of turbid air, he drove the living dead forward to block the airflow. Yang Yu sat cross-legged on his back and adjusted his breathing. His breathing changed from rapid to gentle and long.
His body radiated huge heat, and under the scorching heat, the big black dog had already hid behind the living dead and stuck out its tongue.
"Invincible Tiangang."
Yang Yu said to himself, but the 'indestructible vajra body' obtained from the illusion appeared in his mind.
The handwritten manuscripts of Bodhidharma and the volumes annotated by Hui Ding are of considerable value. They do not contain the latter’s cultivation experience, but also the former’s comments on the true power, the melting pot, and even the subsequent realms.
In the six months since he arrived at Lanjiang City from Dafoshan, he had immersed himself in practice, reaching a certain level in the two magical arts of Vajra Indestructible Body and Buddha's Throwing Elephant, and he had also sorted out his own martial arts.
Among them, Zhen Gang is the most important.
As the first step in the four steps of the Martial Saint, Zhen Gang's choice is related to the subsequent melting pot, hundreds of scriptures, and hundreds of orifices, and also determines whether the person is qualified to stand in front of the Martial Saint's gate.
Yang Prison knew its importance, so he was extremely cautious.
In half a year, he refined seven or eight ingredients one after another, comprehended the experience of his predecessors in practicing the True Gang, and deduced the Qinglong True Gang to the point of great success.
Of course, this also has a lot to do with the smelting of black stones and the cultivation of the indestructible Vajra body.
Breathing the true energy into the body is a dangerous skill in itself. If you want to speed up the process, you must have a strong body and enough elixirs.
For this reason, his blood exchange elixir was consumed until only one was left.
But even so, he still had trouble with this undefeated Tiangang. Even if he took the Great Pill of Human Yuan and pushed his energy and blood to unprecedented heights, there was no change.
It wasn't until Wei Zhengxian appeared that he realized that what he had been thinking was wrong.
This undefeated Tiangang, as its name suggests, what can be pursued is not the victory or defeat in the collision of martial arts, but the soul.
This point is in line with what Bodhidharma calls the ‘Vajra Heart’.
The difference is that one seeks ‘not bad’, while the other seeks ‘invincible’.
Precisely because he vaguely realized this, he did not withdraw immediately, but chose to face Wei Zhengxian, looking for an opportunity to become "invincible".
"The foundation of the Martial Saint can only be built by smelting the Qi and Blood Furnace with the Undefeated Tiangang. However, can the True Gang be further consolidated..."
Feeling the thin but condensed Zhen Gang in his body, Yang Yu calmed down and let distracting thoughts fly.
Of course, cultivating the undefeated Tiangang is not something that happens overnight, but the most difficult thing about this Tiangang is to realize that once you step on this threshold, success will not come naturally, but there will no longer be insurmountable hurdles.
Because the true power he learned was essentially obtained from the ingredients refined through the Cauldron of Gluttony, and its fit with his own physique may be even better than that of the founder of this martial art, Zhang Yuanzhu.
In comparison, the Vajra Indestructible Body and the Buddha's Throwing Elephant are quite different. Jinjing ranks among the bottom among his various martial arts.
Tick tock!
At this time, Yang Yu heard a strange noise and opened his eyes, only to find that the living dead was bleeding, dragon blood.
In order to deal with Wei Zhengxian, he transferred the dragon's blood in the mustard space in the past few days.
"It's the Longyuan Sword..."
With a thought in his mind, Yang Yu summoned the living dead and put the dragon's blood they carried into the mustard space.
The blood of an old dragon with Tao Fruit in it is considered to be the best material for refining medicine in the world. He has no other way to make progress at this time, so he must cherish this thing.
But when the living dead approached, he smelled a strong stench, and then he discovered the injuries of the living dead.
Long Yuan's sword intention hurt others and himself. When he was obsessed with killing the old dragon, he was seriously injured and used the evil-suppressing seal to transfer more than half of the damage. The living dead was seriously injured.
Coupled with the fact that the injury had not been healed in the first place, it was now beyond control.
After taking out the wound medicine and applying it to the living dead, and feeding him some elixirs, Yang Yu just urged him to use the medicine to restore his life and rekindle his vitality.
It is somewhat dangerous to walk alone in the rivers and lakes. After all, even at this time, he cannot sleep without sleep. If he lives in the wilderness, he will naturally need someone to protect him.
Therefore, even though the living dead had to consume a lot of elixirs and lives, Yang Yu still kept him.
After all, in addition to protecting the law and exploring mysteries, the living dead can also withstand the backlash of magical powers for him, or the magical damage caused by others to the soul.
"Woof woof!"
Seeing the elixir, the big black dog salivated and fed a few more pills in succession. Yang Yu went to touch it again, but this time it was empty.
Only then did he realize that apart from the two blood-transforming elixirs, he only had some wound medicine.
In addition, even the qi-replenishing and blood-replenishing pills were all consumed in the 'Dharma Fulong Illusion'...
"I have to find some medicinal materials and pills..."
Yang Yun muttered to himself, then put a finger on his eyebrows, and with a thought, based on the aura he collected, he activated Qianli Soul Lock:
"Yu Lingxian!"
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Boom!
With a huge roar, billowing dust flooded the entire mountain forest like a tide, and large tracts of trees withered and flew away along with the snow.
Everyone watching the battle looked over to see how the battle was going. Unfortunately, when the smoke and dust cleared, Wei Zhengxian was nowhere to be seen.
Only Yu Fengxian could faintly see his back, but she was bored in her heart and had no intention of paying attention to the whereabouts of others.
"How could it be, how could it be?"
Yu Liang looked at it and hesitated to speak, but still silently retreated, summoned the goshawk, and was about to chase his general.
The goshawk spreads its wings and its speed is extremely fast.
Not long after, Yu Liang saw Wei Zhengxian and another old man in Taoist robes on the snowy field.
"Huh? That person is..."
Yu Liang looked at the man, his heart was shaken, and he quickly urged the goshawk to fly high, avoid the snowy field, turn around, and fly elsewhere.
"Is this the heir left behind by that goshawk?"
Looking at the goshawk fluttering its wings and flying away, Lin Daoren recalled slightly.
"After forty years, there are only two left, and one was sent to Prince Longyuan's Mansion."
Wei Zheng first stood with his hands behind his back.
After receiving two punches from the man in golden armor, even he was a little embarrassed, and his breath and blood were a little unstable.
"You have been able to take over both styles of domination. Your progress is truly astonishing."
Taoist Lin looked at him.
"The prince is indeed unparalleled, but the magical power rubbing is limited by the martial arts practice of the master of the magical power. If there is such a difference, it will not be enough. Mr. Wei's practice over the years will have been in vain..."
"Besides, Brother Lin Dao is ten times more talented than me. Twenty years ago, someone said that you opened the door to the Martial Saint..."
Wei Zhengxian exhaled softly and looked at the Taoist with an inquiring look in his eyes:
"Where have you been all these years?"
"Healing."
Mr. Lin was very calm.
Hearing this, Wei Zhengxian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "It's been nearly twenty years of healing? Who has such means to hurt you so much?"
The Taoist in front of him was one of the few people in Qingzhou that he valued. He was slightly younger than himself, but his skills were not bad. Not only was he not bad, he also had strange Taoist skills and supernatural powers.
Even at this moment, I don't dare to take it lightly.
For such a person, the only ones in the world who can hurt him are those...
"There are only a few people in the world who can hurt me..."
Taoist Lin seemed to have a taboo, so he avoided talking about it and instead said:
"You already know the purpose of Pindao's coming. What if you don't know?"
"Others don't know who Mr. Wei is, and you don't know either, so why waste words?"
Wei Zhengxian's eyes were dark and his tone was cold:
"On the contrary, you came to persuade me even though you knew it was useless..."
Lin Daoren said calmly:
"Years ago, I took a desperate risk and went deep into a dangerous place. There, I suffered an injury that would never heal. Counting the more than ten years of healing, I died in Jiazishouyuan..."
"Jiazi Juyuan?"
Wei Zhengxian's eyes were shocked.
People at their level already know how to see the inside and the outside. When they sit quietly, they can sense the underlying energy and clearly grasp their own life span, accurate to the specific moment.
With Taoist Lin's current life span, I'm afraid...
"However, because of this, Pindao saw that the Ming Dynasty's national destiny was about to collapse..."
Taoist Lin holds one hand behind his back, his robes billowing in the wind:
"The place where troubled times arise is in the land of white mountains, black waters and Qingzhou!"