The so-called top, the so-called first-class refers to the top little rubbing master in the world.
Each of these people is a hero, either an elder or leader of a major martial arts sect, or an old demon lord who is famous in the underworld. They rarely move around in the world.
And if you want to enter the first-class realm, you must first fill up your Dantian with true energy, then open up the twelve main meridians, and penetrate the six roots of the eight extraordinary meridians.
Talented disciples who study hard and practice hard will not be able to touch this realm until they are forty years old. As for ordinary people in the world, who lack qualifications, inheritance and resources, there is no need to even think about how they can master the Twelve Classics in a lifetime.
It’s already overwhelming!
That is to say, Wudang sent Zhang Sanfeng to personally train his disciples. Among the Seven Heroes, there were many talented masters. At such a young age, they were all highly skilled in martial arts. Before they were forty, they all entered the first-class realm.
But how old is Mo Li? He went up the mountain at the age of five. Now he is full of energy. It has only been ten years. The Wudang Sect has the most basic foundation and his early cultivation was slow. However, now, his internal strength is so deep. How can you not surprise everyone present?!
Even though they knew that Mo Li's talent was extremely great, they never expected that Mo Li could be so strong!
Of course, they didn't know Zhang Wuji's future achievements. In just five years, this kid had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill to great perfection. In the Guangmingding battle, he defeated the masters of the six major sects. His internal strength was so deep that he could catch up with Zhang Sanfeng and compete with him.
In comparison, this was nothing to Mo Li.
While everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, the four people in the scene had already performed meritorious deeds for a stick of incense.
However, white smoke was seen rising from the heads of the four of them, which showed that their internal energy was greatly depleted, especially Zhang Songxi's.
His face looked tired, and the heat emitted by his body gradually began to decline. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this Wudang Hero could no longer hold on any longer.
This method of using internal force to absorb and resolve cold poison is not clever at all. The depth of the internal force can be seen at a glance.
Zhang Sanfeng said: "Songxi, you practice for a while, Liting, you come and pick me up."
Zhang Songxi glanced at Mo Li in shame, then withdrew his palm, and Yin Liting immediately stepped forward to respond.
But he lasted longer, only half a stick of incense, and then he was replaced by Mo Shenggu.
Mo Shenggu, on the other hand, lasted just a cup of tea, but his internal energy was immediately exhausted, and he died at the same time as Mo Li.
Yu Lianzhou lasted the longest among all the disciples. It took him two full incense sticks. After he came down, Zhang Sanfeng supported him alone. It took two hours before he stopped.
At this time, everyone had already meditated and regained their strength, and they all secretly admired Zhang Sanfeng's inner strength.
Yin Susu looked at Zhang Wuji, who had fallen asleep comfortably, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Thank you so much for keeping me alive. My little lady is very grateful!"
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hands with a tired look on his face and said, "You don't have to thank me. He only temporarily suppressed the spread of the cold poison. He treated the symptoms but not the root cause. The next time he attacks, his life will still be in danger."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present had a look of astonishment on their faces. With the combined efforts of so many of their masters, and Zhang Sanfeng himself taking action, they were unable to dispel a mere Xuan Ming palm force. No one could believe this result!
"Master..."
Zhang Cuishan knelt on the ground again and begged: "Please have mercy on this child, please save him!"
He grew up next to Zhang Sanfeng since childhood and knew Zhang Sanfeng's abilities very well. No matter how difficult or difficult things were, he could easily complete them in his hands. No matter how great his martial arts skills and reputation were, none of them were this man.
Three moves and two moves to defeat the enemy!
Zhang Sanfeng looked troubled. It wasn't that he couldn't get rid of the mysterious palm power, but the cold poison was entangled with Zhang Wuji's internal organs. If he was forced to get rid of it, Zhang Wuji would die!
And when I absorbed the cold poison just now, I only absorbed a small part, and the rest was still like maggots on the tarsus, clinging to Zhang Wuji!
"Master Zhang, as long as you can save my child, no matter what you want, I, the Sky Eagle Sect, will satisfy you!" Yin Susu said.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in Wudang showed their unswerving expressions. What do they think of Wudang and Zhang Sanfeng?!
Song Yuanqiao said: "Brothers and sisters, please don't say such rude words. Wuji is your child, and he is also a member of my Wudang. Master and he will never ignore death."
Zhang Cuishan also knew that his wife had made a mistake, so he hurriedly said: Master, Su Su is also in a hurry, please don't forgive me."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and smiled, and said: "The old Taoist is not that narrow-minded. He just wants to save this child. In the world, except for the resurrection of my teacher, Master Jueyuan, and the power of the Nine Yang Magic to save him, I'm afraid there is no other way."
The Nine Yang Magic Skill has been lost for a long time and Yin Susu didn't know about it. The Seven Heroes of Wudang had heard about it more than once.
In the past, Master Jue Yuan exhausted his inner strength and died, and Zhang Sanfeng could only master a part of the Nine Yang Magic Technique. There is no other person in the world who can master all of this magic technique!
"Then where can I learn the Nine Yang Magic Skill?!" Yin Susu asked.
The Seven Heroes were all silent. Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly and said: "There is a part of the old Tao here. Let's pass it on to Wuji for the time being. I hope it will be effective."
Zhang Cuishan and his wife quickly thanked them. They were already on the verge of a dead end, and any possibility of saving Zhang Wuji was their life-saving straw.
Mo Li remained silent the whole time. He had not yet decided whether he should save Zhang Wuji and change his fate.
Although the Nine Yang Divine Art has indeed been lost, it may not be found.
At that moment, everyone dispersed to rest, leaving Zhang Sanfeng alone to teach Zhang Wuji the incomplete version of the Nine Yang Magic Technique.
However, as soon as Mo Li left the palace gate, he was stopped by Song Yuanqiao.
The two of them went to a side hall, and Song Yuanqiao said: "What a great Wudang Mo Shaoxia. If you hadn't saved someone today, Song wouldn't have known that your martial arts skills were so high!"
Hearing this, Mo Li couldn't help but smile and said: "Master, how can I dare to show off my humble behavior in front of you?"
He was telling the truth. Song Yuanqiao was able to take charge of the Wudang sect, and his martial arts skills were by no means inferior to Yu Lianzhou's. He had already cleared the life and death barrier of Ren and Du's second line, and reached the ultimate level.
Song Yuanqiao took advantage of his flattery, and his expression softened a lot, but he still said: "Don't call me master, how can a master not know the progress of his disciple's martial arts?"
"But, Master, you haven't asked me about my martial arts progress since you handed me over to Master eight years ago?" Mo Li said with a look on his face like "How can you blame me?"
Song Yuanqiao was speechless for a moment. Indeed, as the leader of Wudang, Wudang has developed rapidly in recent years. He is busy with affairs. His own son Song Qingshu learned the martial arts from other brothers, not to mention that Mo Li has Zhang Sanfeng to take care of him.
, he has no time to care about it.
After a long silence, he said: "You brat, you have learned to talk back now, go, go, go back and rest!"
After a pause, he continued: "The level of Governor Ren is very dangerous. If you want to pass the level, you must tell me and your master in advance."