Mo Li read it carefully in the valley. There were four volumes of Nine Yang Magic in total. Many of them had the same content as Wudang Nine Yang Gong, but they were very different.
This skill follows the path of Yang pole producing Yin. When practicing, the true Qi is as strong as Yang, and where it is hot and violent, it is even better than Pure Yang Wuji Three Points. Its power is extraordinary, but it is not as powerful as Pure Yang Wuji.
Gong has lost a bit of humility and diluted it, and has become more eccentric.
The progress of practicing this magical skill will be faster than that of Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, but it will face a life-and-death crisis, that is, before reaching great success, you must not consume too much true energy, otherwise the true energy will run out of control and die from exhaustion!
As for that critical point of life and death, except for the fact that Zhang Wuji was lucky enough to be able to overcome it with the help of the incredible Qi Qiankun Bag, it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary person to overcome this obstacle after cultivating here.
Although this is a rare Taoist miraculous skill, its power may not be inferior to the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and the Nine Yin Sutra, but it is more extreme. If someone does not have a great opportunity to practice it, it will be difficult to reach the highest level in his life. If he is not careful,
Then he will fall into the same fate as Master Jueyuan.
"So, we have to find a cloth bag for this guy Zhang Wuji."
After Li Qiye read the Nine Yang Manual, he couldn't help but murmur to himself, but all he thought about were unspeakable figures.
The Qiankun Yiqi Bag is made of a special material. If you want to make one yourself, you don't know how much effort it will take. It would be better to 'borrow' it to save time and effort.
But this is all a story for another day. Without this unexpected encounter at the bottom of the valley, Zhang Wuji would need at least ten years of hard work to cultivate the Nine Yang Magic to perfection, so he was not in a hurry.
Although Mo Li had practiced Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and would not modify the Nine Yang Magic Kung Fu, the martial arts principles contained in it had a special enlightenment for him. This valley was a good place to practice, so he stayed in it.
, concentrate on cultivating your true energy.
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Hongmei Villa.
Zhu Changling lay weakly on the bed, looking above blankly.
He was originally a hero in the Kunlun Mountains, and his name Jingtianshi was somewhat influential in the northwest martial arts world. But now his martial arts has been abolished, his arms have been chopped off, and he has become a complete useless person!
For an ambitious man who wants to gain a higher status in the world, this is undoubtedly a more painful thing than death!
Thinking of the instigator of all this and that overly young face, Zhu Changling couldn't help but gnashed his teeth. His eyes glowed with hatred, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Li! Mo Li!"
The voice is like a wild beast, and anyone can hear the overwhelming hatred contained in it!
But what's the use of hating him? Not to mention that he has become a useless person, but he is still intact. How can he compete with Mo Li, who was born in Wudang and has a martial arts rival that is hard to find in the world?
He felt waves of powerlessness in his heart. Wudang Sect, Wudang Sect, there are not only the famous Wudang Seven Heroes, but also Zhang Sanfeng, who has been powerful for nearly a century.
If he retreats without success, what can he do as a mere owner of Hongmei Villa?
"Daddy...Daddy, help!"
Just when his thoughts were confused because of Mo Li, he suddenly heard the voice of his beloved daughter calling for help. The voice was frightened and panicked, and it was obvious that he was in danger!
However, before he could react, the door to his room was suddenly kicked open, and two tall and thin old men walked in, both with gloomy faces and evil aura, one was stronger and the other was slightly thinner.
And his beloved daughter Zhu Jiuzhen was in the hands of the slightly thin old man.
"You... who are you? How dare you come to my Hongmei Villa to act wild!" Zhu Changling shouted sharply, already feeling furious!
It really happened that the house was leaking and it rained all night, so it was okay for Mo Li to bully them. But now there are still people who dare to come to the door to make trouble. Do you really think that they are easy to bully at Hongmei Villa?!
The sturdy old man said with a smile: "My name is Hebi Weng, and he is my senior brother Luzhangke. As for the names, when we were walking in the martial arts in the Western Regions in the early years, everyone liked to call us two elders Xuanming.
I wonder if Master Zhu has heard of it?"
The two elders Xuan Ming!
Zhu Changling was shocked. He was a hero in the northwest martial arts world, so he naturally knew the martial arts masters in this place very well.
He was only in his early twenties when the two old demons in front of him were active in the northwest martial arts. With their cold and poisonous palms, these two men were almost invincible in the northwest martial arts. I don't know how many famous swordsmen and swordsmen died in the world.
Under the hands of these two people, just twenty years ago, these two people suddenly disappeared from the world and never appeared again. Everyone thought they were dead, but to their surprise, they were still alive in this world!
These two old devils, one is a womanizer, the other a drinker, both are vicious people. I don’t know how many good women were raped by them back then, and I don’t know how many wealthy families were ruined because of them. Now they actually appear here.
Hongmei Villa also held Zhen'er hostage!
Zhu Changling was covered in cold sweat. He looked at his beloved daughter who had fallen into the hands of Luzhangke, and said with distress and fear: "The two seniors have come here to bring glory to the humble house. I only ask you not to hurt my family. The rest
Yes, whether it’s fine wine, beautiful women or gold and silver treasures, I will never be stingy with whatever I have at Hongmei Villa.”
Luzhangke smiled and touched Zhu Jiuzhen's charming face without saying anything.
When Zhu Changling felt anxious, he suddenly heard a young female voice saying: "They don't want anything. On the contrary, they are here to help Master Zhu."
As the voice fell, an eleven or twelve year old girl walked in from the door. Although she was young, she was extremely beautiful. She was even better than Zhu Jiuzhen by several points. What was even more rare was that between her eyebrows,
She has a certain amount of heroism and a certain amount of nobility, and has a different elegance compared to ordinary women. In a few years, she will surely be the most beautiful woman in the world.
Behind her, there was also a Toutuo, an old monk and an old man carrying a sword. Each of them had extraordinary aura, and it was hard to tell the depth.
"You...you are..."
Zhu Changling frowned.
He originally thought that the two elders Xuan Ming came to cause trouble, but who knew that as soon as the girl came in, the expressions of these masters immediately became respectful, and from the looks of it, it turned out that this girl was the leader!
"You don't have to worry about who I am. I know that Zhu Zhuang has a big feud with the sword god Mo Li. As long as the Zhuang owner understands, we are here to help you kill him."
The girl chuckled softly and said: "I know that Mo Li appeared in Hongmei Villa a few days ago. His whereabouts must be known to Master Zhu. Please take us to see him."
Zhu Changling looked at the girl and the masters, and his heart fell into a battle between heaven and man.