"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"It's good that you're out of seclusion."
Zhang Sanfeng was so excited that his beard stood up. He was not even this excited when he saw Zhang Cuishan return.
He looked at Ye Changsheng.
He had been in seclusion since he was eight years old and had come out of seclusion at the age of eighteen. He had already grown into such a refined and otherworldly appearance.
He was even more delighted.
Ye Changsheng was his favorite disciple.
Whether it was talent or temperament, he was deeply impressed.
Ye Changsheng was also very happy to see his teacher again after ten years.
He still remembered that when he had just transmigrated to this dangerous integrated martial arts world, it was Zhang Sanfeng who had saved him from the bandits.
He also accepted him as a disciple.
"Master, you look younger again.”
"Disciple has just come out of seclusion and did not prepare any gifts. I can only borrow flowers to offer Buddha and rely on the purple qi and starlight to congratulate Master on his birthday. I hope Master will not blame me.”
Ye Changsheng said with a smile.
After ten years, Zhang Sanfeng was already 100 years old, but he looked even more like an immortal.
Ye Changsheng knew that his master's cultivation was even more unfathomable. He must have broken through to the realm above the martial grandmaster.
Strictly speaking, Zhang Sanfeng was not an ordinary genius.
It should belong to the type of late bloomer.
When he was young, his cultivation speed was considered average, but the later he got, the faster it became.
Especially after comprehending the Dao of Taiji, Zhang Sanfeng now had a chance to touch the peak of the world.
"Haha, you naughty brat. It's good that you have such intentions. Master likes your gift very much.”
"It's good that you're out of seclusion, it's good that you're out of seclusion!"
He laughed heartily, feeling unprecedentedly happy.
Not only for himself, but also for this disciple in front of him who had finally found the path he had dreamed of.
Although Ye Changsheng did not mention it.
However, just by looking at the extraordinary temperament around him, Zhang Sanfeng knew that his youngest disciple must have embarked on a path that he could not see clearly.
Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at the old and young man with smiles on their faces and did not disturb them.
The two of them were reminiscing about the past.
The other sects were shocked by Ye Changsheng's words.
Master Kong Wen's heart skipped a beat. Zhang Sanfeng's last disciple?"
"Could he be the reincarnation of an immortal?"
"You're playing tricks!" Priestess Annihilation sneered.”
Even when a great grandmaster came out of seclusion, there was no such shocking phenomenon. She thought that everything was just a coincidence.
However, it could not stop the female disciples of Emei from staring at Ye Changsheng with starry eyes.
Ye Changsheng was as handsome as an immortal and had a transcendent aura.
After forging the Unblemished Spirit Body, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the most handsome man in the world.
"Let me introduce you all. This is my last disciple, Ye Changsheng. He has been in seclusion for ten years and only came out today.”
Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, and his words could not help but carry a hint of bragging.
Although the Wudang Seven Heroes were famous in the martial world, even Song Yuanqiao, who had the highest cultivation, was only a half-step to Inborn.
Now that Ye Changsheng was so outstanding, there was naturally no reason not to tell the world.
At his realm, what was important was to follow one's heart.
Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's slightly smug look, Master Kong Wen and the others felt sour in their hearts.
After all, the Shaolin Temple didn't have a disciple as outstanding as Ye Changsheng.
Everyone still expressed their goodwill on the surface.
"Perfected Zhang, congratulations on having such a good disciple!”
"It turns out that Perfected Zhang took in his last disciple ten years ago.”
"Young hero Ye must be a talented person. Just by looking at his temperament, he is extraordinary.”
"Perfected Zhang is so lucky!"
……
With Ye Changsheng's appearance, the crowd's imposing manner of interrogating Zhang Cuishan dissipated.
Zhang Cuishan stood in the crowd, unable to control himself and fell into an awkward situation.
Ye Changsheng cupped his fists and bowed to the crowd."
"Thank you, everyone! I believe everyone is here to celebrate my master's birthday?”
"This…"
Master Kong Wen was speechless.
"Kid, don't beat around the bush. You saw it clearly from afar."”
"Zhang Cuishan, quickly tell me the whereabouts of Xie Xun, or else today…Hmph!”
Her words were filled with killing intent, causing Ye Changsheng's eyes to turn cold.
"I gave you face but you don't want it."
Immortal cultivation was not to cultivate oneself into a soft persimmon that did not eat the mortal world.
Mistress Miejue and Master Kong Wen had taken the lead in forcing him to abdicate during his master's 100th birthday, which had already crossed his bottom line.
"Emei, Shaolin, ha!"
At this moment.
A short child's scream rang out,""Father!"
Zhang Cuishan's expression changed,"Wuji!”
They saw a black shadow flash past the hall. The speed was so fast that everyone's pupils constricted.
Zhang Sanfeng was about to attack, but Ye Changsheng reacted faster.
Because he knew who it was.
He Biweng, one of the Xuanming Elders who captured Zhang Wuji.
With a light tap of the tip of his toes, Ye Changsheng crossed a distance of a hundred feet and arrived outside the hall in an instant.
In just two short steps, he caught up with He Biweng.
"Aren't the mighty Xuanming Elders afraid of being laughed at by the martial world for bullying a child?”
He mocked, but his hands were not slow at all.
The spiritual energy condensed on his fingertips and he reached out to point at Crane Brush Weng's wrist.
"Hehe!"
A cold laugh answered him.
He Biweng reached out and threw Zhang Wuji into the distance. Using this moment, his hands, which were suffused with cold internal energy, slapped toward Ye Changsheng.
Dark Mysterious Divine Palm!
This palm was extremely insidious. Once it hit, the cold poison would seep into the internal organs, causing unbearable pain and death.
"Changsheng, be careful!"
Zhang Sanfeng caught Zhang Wuji and reminded him.
The rest of the people finally recognized He Biweng's identity and could not help but gloat.
"It's the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm. Ye Changsheng is in trouble!”
"There are so many seniors and experts here.”
"Looks like today is really Wudang's day of suffering, hehe.”
However, Ye Changsheng did not care. He continued to tap on Crane Brush Old's palm.
It was the Wudang Sect's Soft Sword.
Although he had already stepped into the immortal gate, he had just broken through to the meditational level and was still in the basic realm of the immortal path.
Using martial arts as a means of attack and killing was a good transition.
Later on, when he broke through to the Foundation Establishment or Golden Elixir realm, it would not be a dream to kill enemies with a sword thousands of miles away.
Even so, there was a huge difference between using spiritual energy to circulate martial arts and using internal energy to circulate martial arts.
The difference in power was more than ten times.
His palms and sword fingers met.
He Biweng's expression changed from a sneer to shock.
The scene of Ye Changsheng being severely injured did not appear.
Instead, he felt a terrifying force bursting out from Ye Changsheng's sword fingers, forcing the cold poison to roll back and spread into his five internal organs.
The cold poison took effect, causing his lips to turn purple and his entire body to tremble.
As if he had seen a ghost, he said,
"You, what kind of internal energy is this?!"
He only felt a force breaking through his palm force as if it was pushing away rotten wood. He thought that Ye Changsheng had cultivated some terrifying internal energy.
An expert who cultivated the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm was actually injured by his own cold poison. It was simply the greatest joke in the world.
However, Ye Changsheng's Spirit Qi was extremely high in quality, and it was not something that so-called internal energy could compare to.
Under the suppression of the spiritual energy, it was like maggots clinging to his bones, making it impossible for him to get rid of the cold poison.
He Biweng retreated quickly, covering the bloody hole in his palm and letting out a strange cry.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.
Ye Changsheng flicked his sleeve and sneered in his heart.
If it weren't for Zhang Sanfeng's birthday celebration, there would be no chance for He Biweng to escape.
He turned around.
He saw Kong Wen and the others staring at him with their mouths agape.
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