In every era, there is always a protagonist, and since the destruction of Xiangyang City, there has been only one protagonist in the world.
Wudang Zhang Sanfeng is recognized as the best in the world and has been a powerful force in the martial arts for hundreds of years!
Even though the girl in yellow shirt has been living and growing up in the ancient tomb, she has heard from her elders the legendary deeds of this greatest master in the world.
However, they saw that this great master of martial arts was dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, with a clear face, white beard and hair, and a demeanor that was pure and earthly, almost as if he had become an immortal.
He stood quietly on the top of Zixiao Palace, between the bright moon and the white snow, as if he was integrated with heaven and earth, or in other words, he was heaven and earth!
"Master!"
Song Yuanqiao frowned. He couldn't understand why Zhang Sanfeng acted like this. Everyone couldn't help but move towards the audience. When they arrived at Zhenwu Square, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly moved!
His posture was very slow, like an old man with weak energy and blood, without the momentum of a martial arts master. His punches and kicks were like slow-motion replays. Not to mention that all the current masters present were ordinary people who had never learned martial arts.
People can easily block this punch and kick!
"As closed as if closed!"
"This is a double peak!"
Qixia, Li Li and others recognized some of the moves performed by Zhang Sanfeng. They were all Wudang's famous secrets. However, most of them were unfamiliar moves. These supposed to be exquisite and extraordinary moves were used in Zhang Sanfeng's hands.
It's light and has no power at all.
However, as Zhang Sanfeng gradually demonstrated, an inexplicable Taoist charm emanated from around him. In an instant, the air froze, and everyone felt as if they were in a quagmire, and their breathing was quite difficult.
"That is……"
Mo Li's pupils shrank, but he saw that the moonlight around Zhang Sanfeng's body gradually distorted and deformed as he waved his fists and feet, and the void seemed to be trembling!
Bursts of wind and thunder sounds emanated from Zhang Sanfeng's fists and kicks. The definition of slow and fast has become a paradox in his hands. His fists and kicks seemed soft and slow, but the afterimage left by Zhang Sanfeng could be seen in the void. It seemed that
Time has changed on him!
As the time passed by Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts practice, the inexplicable Taoist charm became stronger and stronger. At this moment, everyone seemed to have received an enlightenment. Their understanding of Wudang's various secret skills was greatly increased, and the difficulties encountered in the past practice were easily solved.
The girl in the yellow shirt also had a different understanding of the skills of the Nine Yin Manual.
At this time, everyone understood that what Zhang Sanfeng performed was a set of supreme magical skills that combined many of Wudang's past secrets. It could also be said that it was Zhang Sanfeng's own way!
Finally, this set of martial arts came to an end. As Zhang Sanfeng finished his last move, a huge black and white Tai Chi vaguely appeared around him. Two yin and yang fish were spinning endlessly. When Zhang Sanfeng finished his work, he stood still.
, the yin and yang fish slowly disappeared, and the inexplicable Taoist charm also gradually faded away.
"Congratulations, Master (ancestor), on your great achievement!"
The Seven Heroes, Mo Li and many Wudang disciples who rushed to the scene bowed and saluted one after another and congratulated loudly. Even the girl in yellow also saluted and congratulated.
Everyone can see that the set of martial arts performed by Zhang Sanfeng is the result of his lifelong efforts. Although it is different from the contemporary martial arts, it must be a supreme magical skill. You can see it in the scene just now!
Zhang Sanfeng burst out laughing. He raised his hand and said, "There is no need to be polite. The old Taoist has been in seclusion for decades before he understood such a set of martial arts. This life can be regarded as worthwhile."
His expression was full of joy, and he was obviously very proud of this skill.
Song Yuanqiao immediately asked: "I wonder if this new set of martial arts created by Master has a name. From the perspective of my disciple, it is quite consistent with my Wudang martial arts concept of using silence to stop and strike later."
"You are very discerning!"
Zhang Sanfeng nodded, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This martial art is called Tai Chi, which is completely different from the other secret arts and concepts spread in the world. This martial art is enough to lay the foundation of my martial arts for thousands of years. It is not called Shaolin."
The seventy-two stunts are unique and beautiful!"
He spoke with great confidence, as if the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin Temple, which had been honed with the hard work of generations of people, could not match his skill.
However, no one present was unconvinced. This is because this Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren are not only a peerless master who has been famous for hundreds of years, but the boxing technique he just performed also has unpredictable power!
Thinking of how even the Moonlight Void was distorted and deformed under his fist, everyone was filled with admiration.
In the current world, he is probably the only one on Wudang Mountain who has this kind of martial arts attainment.
"Okay, the three generations of disciples have gone to rest on their own. The seven of you are coming with the old Taoist. The old Taoist... Huh?"
While Zhang Sanfeng was speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Mo Li, Huang Shinu and others in the crowd, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He seemed to have thought of something, shook his head and smiled, and said: "Li'er, how can you imitate your fifth uncle? Not only did you go back to the mountain by yourself, but you also brought several girls with you..."
The Seven Heroes looked at each other speechlessly, and Li Li also smiled bitterly. They had been following Zhang Sanfeng for a long time, and they knew that this great master of martial arts, who was respected as a god in the martial arts world, was straightforward and approachable.
The pretty faces of the eight girls changed slightly, as if they were unhappy, but the girl in yellow bowed and said: "Yang Qian'er, a descendant of the Condor Heroes, pays homage to Senior Zhang."
"Descendants of the Condor Hero..."
Zhang Sanfeng raised his brows, with a look of nostalgia on his face. He was startled for a moment, as if he was lost in memories, and after a long while he said: "Ever since we parted ways in Huashan, I haven't seen Yang Daxia for a hundred years. I don't know.
What happened to him?"
The girl in yellow shirt said respectfully: "My great-grandfather, after hearing the news that Xiangyang City was destroyed and that Guo Daxia and his wife were dead, he and his great-grandmother went to the enemy camp to assassinate high-ranking officials of the Yuan Dynasty. Later, they were designed to fall into a trap. After three days of hard fighting, they managed to survive.
Die from exhaustion."
"That's it, that's it..."
Zhang Sanfeng muttered a few words, but couldn't help but touch his arms, where there were two exquisitely crafted iron arhats.
Although he was touching the Iron Arhat, what he was thinking about was the owner of the Iron Arhat.
She was a cheerful and bright girl, who spoke and smiled very freely.
On that day, she also wore a light yellow palace dress, rode a donkey backwards, with a sword hanging from her waist, and arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
"I'm here to find someone. Even if I travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, I still want to see him again!"
"Brother Zhang, this Arhat will be given to you as a gift!"
"If you have nowhere to go, why not go to Xiangyang and look for my parents?"
…
"He has been gone for so many years, but I wonder if you finally saw him?"
Zhang Sanfeng whispered to himself. All the disciples were confused and didn't know who he was talking about.
Fortunately, after hundreds of years of vicissitudes, Zhang Sanfeng was used to life and death, and he calmed down after a while.
He looked at the girl in yellow shirt and said: "Young Yang is a queen from a famous family. She is an honored guest that I, Wudang, cannot even invite, and yet I invite you to serve tea in Zixiao Palace."