Four months later, a dragon's roar came from Kunlun Mystic Realm. The voice was so majestic that the leaves rustled and fell. Ling Huchong slowly stood up.
After four months of cultivation, Linghu Chong had finally mastered the first volume of the Nine Yang Divine Technique. A mass of Nine Yang Genuine Qi appeared in his body, and he had reached the peak of the Nine Yang Divine Technique.
The Nine Yang Divine Technique was indeed worthy of being called the strongest internal technique. Even the Nine Yang Divine Technique in the beginner realm was not inferior to the Purple Cloud Divine Technique in the proficient realm. In terms of the quality of true qi, it was even better. The only thing that puzzled Linghu Chong was that the cultivation of Nine Yang Divine Technique was not as easy as Yi Tianzhong had said.
Linghu Chong vaguely remembered that Zhang Wuji only took four months to fully comprehend the first volume of this martial art. He was confident that his aptitude and comprehension were not inferior to Zhang Wuji's. However, why did he still lack that final step after spending the same amount of time?
Yes! Linghu Chong was puzzled and muttered to himself,""Compared to Zhang Wuji, what is the difference between me and him?”
After carefully comparing Zhang Wuji's situation with his own, Linghu Chong finally found the answer: "Oh! That's right!"
Linghu Chong came to a conclusion after his analysis. Actually, the main reason why Zhang Wuji could completely master the Nine Yang Divine Technique in five years was not because of his unparalleled talent or the fact that the Nine Yang Divine Technique was easy to master. In terms of talent, his current talent was only above Zhang Wuji's. It was impossible for him to cultivate slower than him. If the Nine Suns were to be cultivated quickly, it was even more impossible for him to be stumped.
There was only one truth, and that was that Zhang Wuji had a good grandmaster, Zhang Sanfeng.
That's right. Actually, Zhang Wuji was not completely ignorant of the Nine Yang Divine Technique before he cultivated it. Back then, the young Zhang Sanfeng heard part of the Nine Yang Divine Technique that Jue Yuan recited before he died. He then sorted out the Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Technique in the Nine Yang Fragment Scroll. Later on, he comprehended the purest and most profound Pure Yang Limitless Technique from the Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Technique and passed it on to Zhang Wuji.
On one hand, the Pure Yang Limitless Art could be seen as a simplified version of the Nine Yang Divine Art. Moreover, under the guidance and explanation of his grandmaster, Zhang Sanfeng, who was the number one person in the world, Zhang Wuji, who had practiced the Pure Yang Limitless Art for many years, naturally had twice the effect with half the effort when cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Art.
Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng and the six Wudang heroes, the seven strongest masters in the martial arts world, would impart their internal energy to him every few days. Zhang Wuji already had a considerable amount of pure Yang energy in his body. If he cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which was a unique skill of the same origin, the pure Yang energy would transform into nine Yang. Of course, it would be faster than Ling Huchong studying it himself!
Thinking of this, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel helpless. Compared to Zhang Wuji, this super hero second generation and third generation, he was still a virgin. There was no other way! However, he was content. After all, there were still eight years before the plot began. There should be enough time for him to cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Technique to a very advanced level. He did not have to worry too much.
Linghu Chong had finally taken the final step after he had comprehended the first volume of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. He had broken through the late stage of the second-rate and reached the peak of the second-rate. He was only one step away from becoming a first-rate expert. A fourteen-year-old first-rate expert, his talent and talent were indeed a little scary.
In his body, the purple glow true qi surrounded the nine suns true qi. It was as if the water had melted and the multicolored light had protected the sun. There was no conflict. The Nine Yang Divine Technique had extraordinary compatibility and could be compatible with many martial arts. After it was mastered, it could be used by all the martial arts in the world. It was indeed worthy of its reputation.
His martial arts realm had reached a bottleneck, and his own cultivation had also reached a bottleneck. There was no longer any point in cultivating in seclusion. In a few days, it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Linghu Chong was ready to return to Mount Hua to meet his master and mistress. In this life, he cherished his relationship with his master and mistress.
Walking out of the Kunlun Mystic Realm and touching the bag in his arms, Linghu Chong was in a good mood. This feeling of being in control of the entire situation was indeed wonderful!
Glancing at the shovel at his feet, Linghu Chong couldn't help but laugh. He kicked the shovel into the valley. There was no way out. He had been so worried, and he had made these guys for nothing.
Following the golden and silver rope, Linghu Chong quickly climbed back to the top of the mountain. He tidied up his slightly worn clothes and turned around to leave the Kunlun Mountains.
At the foot of Mount Kunlun, in a gorgeous restaurant, Linghu Chong ordered a table full of good dishes and enjoyed them happily. Although the fish in the Kunlun Mystic Realm was indeed delicious, it could not last an entire month! There were also heavenly peaches. Although they had the effect of nourishing the body and increasing the speed of one's internal strength, they couldn't bear to eat them all the time!
He had finally left the mountain. If Linghu Chong didn't nourish his internal organs, he would be letting himself down.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Linghu Chong spent a few dozen taels of silver to buy a sandalwood dragon sword box. He placed Heavenly Sword inside and carried it on his back. With his current strength, he could not protect a peerless divine sword like Heavenly Sword. It was always right to be careful.
The Heavenly Sword on his back, the White Rainbow Sword in his hand, the seven peerless scriptures on his chest, all of which were priceless treasures, and the hundreds of thousands of silver notes from the Fragrance Brothel. The current Linghu Chong was practically the number one tycoon in the world!
Ling Huchong was in high spirits, and he couldn't help but want to sing a song!
Just as Ling Huchong was in a good mood, something happened that greatly dampened his mood. The bustling street suddenly became chaotic. Ling Huchong frowned and turned around. It turned out to be the other side of the street. There was a young man riding a horse. The young man was dressed in black and white patterned clothes, and there were two large words embroidered on his chest with golden threads: "Qingcheng".
This youth was quite handsome, but the vicious smile on his face completely ruined this feeling. He allowed the black horse he was sitting on to run amok, hurting people for fun. He was very domineering.
Suddenly, Linghu Chong found a pregnant woman in the middle of the road. She was pushed by the crowd and finally fell to the ground. At this time, the black horse of the Green City disciples was less than ten meters away from her. This distance was only a blink of an eye.
If no one cared, this woman's life would be in danger in the next moment.
Eight meters, six meters, three meters…
The frightened woman opened her eyes and found herself on the other side of the street. Beside her, a handsome man in his twenties was supporting her. The man had a delicate appearance, and his face was pale with a hint of red. He was dressed in simple white clothes and looked refined. He was a handsome man who was popular among thousands of girls.
The horse suddenly stopped ten meters away. The black horse let out a sorrowful neigh. The horse's head was cut off from its neck. Blood spurted out and splattered all over the street.
On the other side, a young man was holding a white sword in his hand. His expression was cold as he looked at the Qingcheng disciple as if he was looking at a dead person.
The sound of a loud voice was like a sound, and the elephant was like a shape. This was the fastest sword technique of the Huashan Sect, the Xiyi Sword Technique.
That's right, this young man was Linghu Chong. This time, Linghu Chong was truly enraged. He remembered something that made him very sad. This disciple was really unlucky.
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