Perhaps in a year or half a year, he will definitely surpass me!
This sentence stunned Song Yuanqiao and the others!
Who was his master?
He was a martial arts legend!
His martial arts realm had long surpassed the Connate Realm. Fifty years ago, he entered the Grandmaster Realm and became the number one expert in the world.
Now that 50 years had passed, his master's cultivation had become more and more unfathomable. As for exactly what realm he had reached, even these personal disciples were not clear.
But now.
Master actually said that Bai Lan would surpass him in a year and a half?
How was this possible?
If this sentence was said by someone else, Song Yuanqiao would definitely be the first to swing his sword over.
It had to come from his master.
"What's wrong?"
"You don't believe me?"
Zhang Sanfeng chuckled as he looked at his dazed disciples and sighed,"You haven't fought with that kid, so you don't know how powerful the Innate Limitless Mystic Art is.”
"Although this kid is bold and reckless and has fused several top-notch martial arts of Wudang into one, his talent is the highest I have ever seen in my life.”
"Right now, Bai Lan is only a half-step to Inborn. Once he breaks through to the Inborn Realm, none of you will be his match.”
"As for his background, you can rest assured that there is no problem.”
Until now.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed as he recalled the fight with Bai Lan.
"But Master, no matter how talented he is, it's impossible for him to surpass you in a year and a half.!”
Mo Shenggu couldn't understand.
"You don't understand because you haven't reached the Grandmaster Realm yet.”
"Grandmaster, Grandmaster, here, martial arts has entered another realm. It's not martial arts, but enlightenment!”
" Master has already reached the extreme of the Pure Yang Limitless Art. Solitary Yin does not give birth to Solitary Yang. Master has long understood this principle, but I have still walked on the path of extreme Yang for my entire life…"
Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes revealed an infinite sense of nostalgia, as if he was thinking of a long time ago.
His expression was bleak and he stopped talking.
"Alright."
"Let's not talk about this for now."
"I called you here today because there's something good.”
"On the way back to Wudang, I heard rumors in the martial world that Cui Mountain had appeared.”
Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were profound, so he instantly calmed down and told his disciples about Zhang Cuishan.
"Is that so?"
"That's great, Master!"
"With Fifth Brother back, we, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, can reunite!”
Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed, and the other three were the same.
Zhang Cuishan was known as the Five Swordsmen of the Zhang Family. Many years ago, after Yu Daiyan's tendons were severed, Zhang Cuishan was ordered to go down the mountain to investigate. After the battle at Mount Wangpan, he disappeared without a trace.
Now that he had reappeared in Jianghu, everyone in Wudang Sect was very happy.
"I understand Cuishan's personality. He will definitely think of a way to rush back for my hundredth birthday.”
"Yuanqiao, I'll leave this matter to you.”
Although Zhang Sanfeng was already a hundred years old, his words and actions were still imposing, and his every move was cold and murderous!
"Yes, I understand!"
Song Yuanqiao bowed.
The trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop.
The whereabouts of Fifth Brother, Tu Daolong, and Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun were unknown. Now that they had reappeared in Jianghu, they did not hear any news about Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Saber. How could the Jianghu people let it go? There would definitely be a lot of talk.
……
Let's talk about Bai Lan.
The aftermath of the battle with Zhang Sanfeng was very widespread. His original house was also destroyed in the battle. He had no choice but to report to the steward, who arranged a new room.
In the room.
Bai Lan sat cross-legged and summarized the gains and losses of the previous battle.
"Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation is at least a martial grandmaster. The founder of Wudang is indeed not easy to get along with.”
" This move, I should…then…reach the next step…"
At this moment.
The scene of his fight with Zhang Sanfeng appeared clearly before Bai Lan's eyes. As he continued to summarize and reflect, his battle experience increased rapidly.
The night passed quietly.
The next morning.
Dong dong dong!
Someone knocked on the door.
Bai Lan opened the door and saw that it was Mosheng Valley.
"Greetings, Seventh Martial Uncle."
Bai Lan bowed.
"Martial Nephew Bai, Martial Uncle has been looking for your place for quite some time.”
Mo Shenggu walked in with a smile.
Bai Lan smiled bitterly. Wasn't this all because of yesterday's battle?
"Martial Uncle, why are you here? If Martial Nephew can do it, he will definitely do his best.”
Bai Lan poured a bowl of tea for Mo Shenggu and said with a smile.
As the saying went, one would not visit a temple for no reason. He believed that there must be something important for Mosheng Valley to come to him.
"This…"
Mo Shenggu took the teacup from him and smiled." There is something that may require Martial Nephew's help…"
Then, he stated his intentions.
So…
At that time, Bai Lan had comprehended the first realm of Sword Principle during the battle with Song Qingshu, and he had even suppressed the six outstanding third-generation disciples. The good disciple of Silent Valley, Ah Mu, was one of them.
After the other five children suffered a short blow, they quickly recovered their youthful temperament.
Only Ah Mu could not forgive his failure.
From that day onwards, he fell into a frenzied state of sword practice.
In fact, this was not a bad thing. Many heroes in Jianghu had worked hard after suffering setbacks, resulting in great progress in their cultivation.
Therefore, Mo Sheng Valley didn't pay much attention to it at first.
Until a few days ago.
He had unintentionally told Ah Mu that Bai Lan had broken through to the Half-step to Inborn Realm. He didn't expect that he would backfire and provoke this guy instead.
His sword cultivation did not advance but instead retreated. He actually did not dare to draw his sword anymore.
After realizing the severity of the matter, Mosheng Valley, along with Song Yuanqiao and a few other senior brothers, tried to persuade Ah Mu, but the effect was not good.
Helpless, he could only come to Bai Lan, hoping that he could help.
"I see…"
Hearing this, Bai Lan pondered for a moment before saying," This matter started because of me. Bai Lan is naturally duty-bound. Martial Uncle, please lead the way."
"Good! Good!"
Mo Shenggu was in a good mood. He patted Bai Lan's shoulder and said,""Uncle-Master didn't misjudge you."
Mosheng Valley was in front, and Bai Lan was behind.
The two of them walked through the corridor and around the hall. After walking for about half a minute, they arrived at a quiet place.
He saw Ah Mu sitting alone on a large green stone about ten feet high, his expression bleak and his back lonely.
Here.
It was where Ah Mu's sword had started.
Back then.
The eight-year-old Ah Mu was here, Sword Glory Wudang!
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