[Target: Zhang Sanfeng]
[Constitution: 4999]
[Spirit: 1999]
[Cultivation: Zongshi realm pinnacle]
[Martial Arts Skills: Pure Yang Limitless Technique (Great Completion), Cloud Ladder (Great Completion), Wudang Sword Technique (Great Completion), Wudang cotton palm (Great Completion)]
After checking Zhang Sanfeng's attributes with his probing technique, Meng Fan was shocked.
As expected of a Taiji Grandmaster. Even though he had yet to comprehend Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword, he was already recognized as the number one martial artist in the world.
Even compared to Guo Jing, Yang Guo and the other seniors were not inferior.
The rule of the Jin family's martial arts world was that the older the era, the more powerful it became. The martial arts cultivation of the entire martial arts world would gradually decline as time passed.
The experts of the Heavenly Dragon World were on a higher level than those of the Condor Shooting World. Proud Smiling World was stronger than the Blue Blood Sword, and the Blue Blood Sword was stronger than the Deer Cauldron.
The martial arts of the Heavenly Realm were not weaker than Condor Shooting at all. In fact, they were even stronger.
He alone had raised the upper limit of this world.
Meng Fan stopped Zhang Cuishan from severing his own heart meridian and saved his family of three. He also beat up the masters of Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, Kongtong, and Kunlun, chasing them out of Wudang Mountain.
Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng warmly invited him to the Wudang Sect as a guest and personally hosted a banquet to entertain him.
"Perfected Zhang, today is your 100th birthday. I didn't bring any gifts, so I'll give you this Taiji Fist Sutra.”
"It's not some divine technique or ultimate art, but some Daoist scriptures that elaborate on the principles of Yin and Yang in heaven and earth. I hope Perfected Zhang won't mind!”
After three rounds of wine, Meng Fan took out the Taiji Fist Sutra he had prepared and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Little Friend Meng, you are too polite. You are giving me face by coming to Wudang Mountain. How could I dislike you?”
When Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts had reached such a level, he no longer cared about martial arts manuals.
After all, he was the number one in the world and the only Zongshi realm pinnacle expert in the martial arts world.
His breathing became hurried, and a shocked expression gradually appeared on his face.
This " Taiji Fist Sutra " was a new edition that Meng Fan had re-written and printed at the printing shop.
The main content was based on the incomplete copy of the Wudang Sect's collection in the " Deer and Cauldron " dungeon world, as well as the widely spread Taiji Fist that Meng Fan had learned on Earth.
If it was anyone else, they definitely wouldn't be able to understand.
In the eyes of other martial artists, this jumbled up version of the Taiji Fist Scripture was absolutely worthless.
But in front of Zhang Sanfeng, this Taiji Fist Sutra was a priceless treasure.
The contents and thoughts inside had greatly moved him.
Originally, he only had some vague ideas and had yet to form a systematic concept.
He didn't expect that after seeing the " Taiji Fist Sutra " Meng Fan had given him, many of his thoughts were instantly integrated and he found the correct direction.
Zhang Sanfeng had a premonition that as long as he created the divine technique in his mind, it would definitely allow him to break through the grandmaster realm and step into a new field, becoming a martial arts grandmaster.
"Not good, not good!"
Just as the Wudang Sect was hosting a banquet to entertain Meng Fan, a third generation disciple of the Wudang Sect ran in in a panic and shouted.
"What?"
"Fearless was kidnapped?"
"Who did it?"
Zhang Cuishan's expression changed drastically when he heard this. He asked the third-generation disciple loudly.
"It's a skinny old man. Half of his face is white and the other half is black.”
"Brother Shan, it's bad! Fearless has been kidnapped by a villain!”
"I'll bring people to chase after him now!"
Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao, immediately stood up and prepared to lead his men to chase after them and save them.
"You guys stay here. I'll go personally!”
Hearing that Zhang Wuji had been taken away, Zhang Sanfeng immediately put down the Taiji Fist Sutra in his hand. Then, he turned into a whirlwind and rushed out of the Wudang Hall, chasing down the mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng's lightness skill was Wudang Cloud Ladder, and he had already cultivated this lightness skill to perfection.
"Fifth Brother, Sister-in-law, don't worry!”
"Master will definitely save Wuji.”
Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting quickly comforted him.
As Zhang Sanfeng's direct disciples, they were well aware of Zhang Sanfeng's abilities.
No one could escape from Zhang Sanfeng.
As long as Zhang Sanfeng made a move, Zhang Wuji would definitely not be in danger and would definitely be saved.
According to the original plot, Zhang Wuji would definitely be hit by the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm and suffer from the invasion of the cold poison.
Sure enough, an hour later, Zhang Sanfeng carried Zhang Wuji, who was poisoned by the cold poison, back to Wudang Mountain and entered the hall.
"Why is his face so ugly?”
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng carrying Zhang Wuji back, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were delighted at first, but when they saw Zhang Wuji's pale face, they were shocked and asked anxiously.
"Wuji was poisoned by the cold poison and I don't have time to explain. You guys protect me while I circulate my energy to expel the cold poison from his body.”
Zhang Sanfeng placed Zhang Wuji on the bed, then took off his shirt and began to circulate his cultivation to treat his injuries.
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