Chapter 422 Three thousand years of martial arts Zhang Xuanba
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Whoosh!
On the top of the mountains, Zhang Xuanba stands in the wind. People, mountains, wind, clouds, and even the heaven and earth are naturally integrated into one.
"Heaven and man are in harmony, standing upright without any shadow..."
In the small courtyard, the old woman's eyes were filled with brilliance, and she couldn't help stroking her palms and exclaiming:
"It's really impressive to be able to realize almost magical qualities from a humble martial arts."
"This is what you call the way of 'human immortality'? I am very curious, how did you do it?"
Her voice is neither high nor low, but it is enough for people to hear it. The wind does not blow it away, and the distance is not a problem...
"As our ancestors said, Tao and fruit come from heaven and earth, and magical power is the manifestation of Tao. Then, if we warriors follow the example of heaven and earth, we can also realize supernatural power."
Zhang Xuanba responded calmly:
"I will make him a god."
"Shenzang? I never thought that at the end of this catastrophe when immortals and demons are withering, such an amazing descendant as you could really be born."
The surprise in the old woman's eyes became more and more intense:
"Perhaps you can really break through the barriers of the Martial Saint and create an era that belongs to you, Zhang Xuanba..."
In her eyes, the mountains seemed to have no secrets. Even though they were more than ten miles away and there were mountains and forests in front of them, she could still see them clearly.
Under the scorching sun, Zhang Xuan stood holding a gold-plated phoenix wing. Under the scorching sun, there was only a faint shadow.
Just a hair away...
"You shouldn't have come unfinished. If you died, I'm afraid this road would be cut off..."
"you are wrong."
Zhang Xuanba shook his head.
"What's wrong?" the old woman was curious.
"Martial arts is what it is today. It is the result of countless warriors from ancient times to the present. It is Lu Chen who started martial arts, Bodhidharma sorted it out, and the sloppy Taoist summed it up!
Generations of masters, great masters, and martial saints have pioneered the path bit by bit."
Zhang Xuanba said lightly:
"There has never been an era of Zhang Xuanba, there is only Zhang Xuanba in the era. At this point in martial arts, someone will eventually take that step.
Without me, there are others.
This road cannot be cut off!"
His voice was calm, but the old woman could smell the outrageous martial arts will.
The unprepossessing old man in front of her seemed to have inherited thousands of years of martial arts. His power was so strong that she couldn't help but look at him with suspicion.
"Amazing will, but it's a pity that you took the wrong path. Martial arts is useless after all. How about great success, so what about clearing the way?"
The old woman shook her head sadly:
"A road destined to be cut off is completely meaningless."
She had to admit that when she saw him today, something about Zhang Xuanba made her look sideways, but that was all.
What about great achievements in martial arts?
Comparable to supernatural powers?
But magical power is only the beginning of the road to immortality and Buddha, the road to eternal life...
If you want to eat steamed buns, just buy one. Why bother clearing land, weeding, planting, fertilizing, watering, harvesting...
With Zhang Xuanba's mentality and understanding, if he didn't follow martial arts, he might be able to catch up to his level of achievement.
pity……
"You do not understand."
Zhang Xuanba smiled scornfully.
"don't know?"
The old woman chuckled, and her words were subtle:
"Your two divine seeds, one is in Linlong Road, Dingzhou, and the second one is in Longyuan Road, Qingzhou. Yes or no?"
call!
Silently, the fierce wind blew out of Zhang Xuanba's body, rolling up the clouds and mist, shaking the mountains and forests, and shaking his clothes.
Boom!
There seemed to be thunder resounding through the mountains.
Zhang Xuanba didn't make any movement, but something as if earth-shaking changes had taken place in his body.
In less than an instant, his body surface was covered by golden armor, which was the actual divine weapon formed by the tenth-level Undefeated Tiangang.
Like the flying roc in mythology, like the peacock that swallows the Buddha when the time comes.
"Zhang Xuanba..."
In the small courtyard, the clouds were billowing and the old woman was murmuring.
For a moment, she seemed to see in him countless talented people who had overcome obstacles in the martial arts for thousands of years.
It is as dense as a forest and as deep as the sea.
Lu Chen, Ba Zun, Bodhidharma, the sloppy Taoist...
Familiar and unfamiliar, there are all kinds of them, just like those outstanding people who have left their mark in the years.
They all came back to life in the person in front of them.
boom!
An indescribable strong will rose into the sky.
People are like the rising sun, blooming with a dazzling golden light that can be seen from ten or a hundred miles away.
In just a moment, he no longer had any old age, his white hair turned black, the wind and frost disappeared, his old age was no longer there, replaced by his unparalleled will to conquer the world and rule the world.
Domineering and cruel, scornful and unruly.
"Old witch!"
In the scorching golden light, Zhang Xuanba's clothes were hunting, his breath was like a god, and his five fingers were spread out, as if he wanted to hold the mountains, rivers, sky and earth in his palms.
"Give me the man!!!"
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唳~
The eagle cries in the sky.
The eagle has a free nature. Once the goshawk, which has been trapped in one place for a long time, flies into the sky, it is like a wild horse that has escaped from the rein, soaring wildly in the sea of clouds.
Yang Yu sat quietly on the back of the eagle, sensing his own changes.
The magical power enters the soul and manifests externally in the body. Once a breakthrough is made, it can be used freely without any possibility of losing control.
It's just that the sudden increase in strength inevitably oppresses the Henglian physique, which has been progressing the slowest.
Physical training is a hard work with no shortcuts. Even if Yang Yu puts a lot of effort into it, he still can't catch up with other martial arts advancements.
After all, the time to practice martial arts is still too short.
Not comparable to those masters of horizontal training who have been famous for decades.
However, Zhen Gang has greatly made up for this shortcoming. His Zhen Gang combines the strengths of the three magical powers, and the essence of the Vajra's indestructible body has been completely inherited.
Although the grade is not too high, it can barely support it.
"The ritual of suppressing the evil seal..."
Yang Prison said to himself.
He was still a little confused about this sudden ceremony.
Even if he provoked Zhang Lingfeng into launching a rebellion in advance, fundamentally speaking, it had nothing to do with him.
Because he will eventually rebel.
Is it possible that, without his own existence, he would just keep to himself?
"Perhaps the answer to the specific reason can only be found by meeting Zhang Lingfeng."
Yang Prison suppressed his thought.
At this time, the goshawk chirped again.
The endurance of birds is not as good as that of dragons and horses. If you fly across the river in one day, you need to rest for at least half a day, otherwise you may lose your strength and fall down from the sky.
Although Yang Yu was impatient, he couldn't change it and had no choice but to let the goshawk lower its head.
Phew!
The goshawk descended from the sky as if it was relieved, flew over ten miles, and landed in a mountain forest.
"Um?!"
At this time, Yang Yu seemed to have realized something, and suddenly stopped the goshawk. Amidst the latter's aggrieved cries, he turned it around and flew more than ten miles into the distance.
Just fell into the sky.
In the evening, the clouds in the sky are like fire, the autumn wind blows on the earth, and there are waves of wheat as far as the eye can see. Between Baizhou and Daocheng, there is the largest plain on Longyuan Road.
The Longyuan River passes through here, nourishing fertile fields on both sides.
Looking down from the sea of clouds, passing through the endless waves of wheat and busy farmers in autumn, Yang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and landed on a temple.
call!
As the air roared, Yang Yu fell from the sky and landed in front of the temple. The terrified young monks pissed themselves and ran back to the temple, shouting.
Through the open door, Yang Yu saw the familiar martial arts arena.
It was pressed down with yellow mud and repaired smoothly, just like the martial arts field he saw when he was refining the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
The difference is that here, there is no longer the dying old prince lying on the rocking chair, and the little girl practicing her boxing skills steadily.
Instead, there was a group of frightened little monks running around.
"Jingxin Temple."
Yang Yu took a look at it and said, "Will hanging a plaque make my heart calm?"
"Amitabha."
Amid the calm sound of the Buddha's chant, a middle-aged monk with a jade-like face slowly walked out: "As you said, I can't be still."
"Zhang Lingying?"
"it's me."
The middle-aged monk nodded and admitted: "Master Yang can also call me 'Yuanying', which is my name after becoming a monk."
"You sent someone to say you wanted to see me?"
Yang Yu looked at the monk.
King Long Yuan had only one wife and three children in his life. The eldest son died in the Battle of Jianghu more than 20 years ago, and the second son was imprisoned for many years.
But compared to these two, the third child has the lowest sense of existence.
It is said that he became a monk when he was young and was completely separated from his family. Very few people know about him.
"Actually, it's not just you."
Monk Yuanying put his hands together and sighed softly:
"Yu Fangzhou, Nanshan Ba, Lin Qitian, Wei Zhengxian... I sent people to invite them all."
"How is the result?"
Yang Yu asked.
The aura of this monk was very different from that of the old monk Yuanjue he had killed, and his Vajra Indestructible Body was both filled with fire.
Judging from his aura, it seems that he has only exchanged blood nine times, and is far away from the true power.
However, it seems that there is also a Dao fruit?
Buddha-like path and fruit?
“Unsatisfactory.”
Yuan Ying was silent:
"You were the first one to choose to see me. No one else..."
"Actually, it's just a way."
Yang Prison spoke frankly.
If Goshawk hadn't been exhausted and needed a rest, and he saw this familiar martial arts arena again, he probably wouldn't have come to see the monk.
A monk who has been expelled from his family tree, even if he wants to do something, there is actually nothing he can do.
To become a monk is to truly become a monk.
It’s not just about shaving your head…
"... It's good to drop by."
Yuan Yingying paused slightly and extended an invitation: "It's getting late. How about Grandmaster Yang coming in to rest?"
"No need."
Yang Yu refused: "If you have something to talk about, let's just eat. Yang is happy with everything."
"Amitabha."
Yuan Ying sighed, but did not invite again. He glanced around and said:
"This invitation from the poor monk is to advise you not to go to Longyuan City."
"oh?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
"According to what the poor monk knows, the Grandmaster possesses the Taoist Fruit, and there is a high probability that he is a ghost or god..."
Yuan Ying got straight to the point and was very direct:
"According to Buddhist scriptures, in ancient times, our Longyuan Road was the pasture of the underworld. Throughout the ages, all the Tao fruits that come from Longyuan are related to ghosts and gods."
He didn't hide anything and told everything he knew.
"Yinsi Ranch..."
"The 'Judge' Dao Fruit possessed by the second brother can be regarded as the master of the underworld. All ghosts and gods will be restrained by it..."
At the end of the sentence, Yuan Ying's expression became heavy:
"The judge eats ghosts and gods..." For the fastest novel reading, please visit the mobile phone: