As Zhang Songxi left.
Many third-generation disciples who passed by looked at Bai Lan curiously.
Although…
Zhang Songxi had a kind personality and was used to mingling with the third-generation disciples.
However, anyone with a discerning eye could tell.
This young man called Bai Lan seemed to be the focus of Fourth Martial Uncle's attention.
He is very kind and unapproachable.
They couldn't say these words.
After all, there was a difference in seniority between the second and third generation disciples.
Very few people dared to joke with him in front of Fourth Uncle Master.
Most importantly…
Uncle-Master did not care.
In fact…
There was a hint of encouragement in his words.
This was very intriguing.
He watched Zhang Songxi leave.
Bai Lan blushed.
Zhang Songxi's final words made him understand that he would not believe his words of trekking 80,000 miles and sleeping in the open for five years.
Thinking about it, it made sense.
There were many people who went to Wudang Mountain to seek apprenticeship. Zhang Sixia had heard all kinds of excuses.
There were probably people who were even more exaggerated than him.
However…
Bai Lan did not know.
In this martial arts world. Martial arts is the first, chivalrous is the second.
Anyone who went to Wudang Sect to seek a master would always be truthful and speak the truth.
It was possible to walk tens of thousands of miles.
It would be nonsense if they had to live in the wilderness for five years.
How can you not know how much money you need to bring when you go on a long trip?!
As for sleeping in the open?
And he had been gone for five whole years?
What nonsense!
"Fortunately, the other party didn't expose us. Otherwise, it would have been a little awkward.”
Bai Lan felt grateful and relieved. She tightened her grip on the sword in her hand.
Since the other party believed in him, he would not let this trust down.
Very quickly.
Everyone arrived at the cultivation ground.
Nearly a thousand third-generation disciples gathered together, creating a spectacular sight.
This was Wudang's morning class.
Ever since Zhang Sanfeng retired, Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wudang's Seven Heroes, temporarily took over the position of Wudang Sect's sect master. He was also in charge of the morning classes.
Just think about it.
The scene of nearly a thousand people performing a sword dance together was extremely shocking.
"Is Wudang's morning class Taiji Fist or Taiji Sword?”
Bai Lan was looking forward to it.
He stared at the few figures at the front of the crowd. One of them was Zhang Songxi.
Be it Taiji Fist or Taiji Sword, they were both famous martial arts of Wudang Sect.
It is easy to learn but difficult to master.
It was easy to get started, but small success was very difficult. If one wanted to cultivate to large success, it would take dozens of years.
As for the higher level of perfection, after so many years, only the founder of the sect, Zhang Sanfeng, had reached it.
However…
Bai Lan was dumbfounded.
Wudang's morning class was neither Taiji Fist nor Taiji Sword.
Instead, it was a set of unknown fist techniques.
Bai Lan followed suit.
"Third-grade martial art detected-Wudang Long Fist!”
" Wudang's Long Fist automatically maxed out!"
Immediately after.
Memories flooded into Bai Lan's mind. He closed his eyes subconsciously and began to cultivate.
Whoosh...
Bai Lan's fist technique was open and open, upright and upright. It was not eye-catching in the crowd.
After three times.
Bai Lan's body was steaming.
He felt that there was not a single part of his body that was uncomfortable.
"Wait, this is…"
Suddenly.
Bai Lan realized.
There seemed to be something swimming in his body.
Wherever he passed, his fatigue disappeared.
It was a pity.
This feeling quickly disappeared.
It was as if it had never appeared.
"An illusion?"
Bai Lan narrowed her eyes.
He did not know.
The reason why Wudang chose this thirty-two long fists for the morning class was because it could increase internal strength.
Everyone knew.
Martial arts were divided into internal and external techniques.
Internal cultivation methods were used to increase one's internal cultivation, such as Shaolin's Tendon Changing Classic and Wudang's Pure Yang Limitless Art.
External techniques, such as Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques and Wudang's Taiji Sword, added damage.
Generally speaking, the two were clearly separated.
However, there were two unique fist techniques in Wudang.
One was Taiji Fist.
The Taiji Fist Technique was a unique technique that cultivated both internal and external cultivation!
The second was the Wudang Long Fist.
Although it was an external technique, it could increase internal strength.
This was also the reason why Zhang Sanfeng was known as a grandmaster.
This was because he had created an unprecedented fist technique that could achieve both internal and external cultivation!
With the help of the system.
Bai Lan's Wudang Long Fist was automatically maxed out, which was equivalent to the perfection state.
It wasn't strange that he had such an effect after practicing it three times.
However, he was not clear about all of this at the moment.
It was also because Bai Lan did not cultivate any inner force mental cultivation method at all. She did not know how to guide the inner force born from the Wudang Long Fist. After a long time, it naturally dissipated.
He was still thinking of asking Zhang Songxi after the morning class ended.
After three rounds of Wudang Long Fist.
Then, it was the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God!
"Third-grade martial art detected-Thirteen Swords of God.”
"The Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God will automatically be maxed out."
A brand new memory appeared in his mind.
Naturally, Bai Lan's Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God instantly reached perfection.
Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God.
As the name suggested, there were a total of thirteen moves.
The moves were different, but wherever they went, they were all the Shenmen acupoints on the enemy's wrists.
The Shenmen acupoint was between the auspicious bones behind the palm. After the enemy was hit by the sword, the palm would no longer be able to exert any strength.
"This sword technique is quite interesting.”
Bai Lan followed the crowd and danced three times, obtaining the essence of the Gate of God's Thirteen Swords.
He vaguely remembered that in the Heavenly World, Wudang had such a sword technique.
It wasn't to hurt people, but to make the enemy lose the ability to resist and surrender.
Suddenly, a data panel appeared in Bai Lan's eyes.
[Name: Bai Lan]
[Age: 18]
[Realm: Unranked (Unable to travel in Jianghu)]
[Cultivation Technique: None]
[Fist Technique: Wudang Long Fist (100%)]
[Sword Technique: Basic Sword Technique (100%)]
[Palm Technique: None]
……
Bai Lan looked at her attributes and pursed her lips.
Not in the stream.
His Wudang Long Fist and the Gate of God's Thirteen Swords had both reached perfection. Why was he still a rookie?
Wasn't the system's requirement a little too high?
The morning class ended.
Most of the people immediately dispersed.
There was only a group of people surrounding Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and the other second-generation disciples. They were probably answering questions.
Bai Lan wanted to ask Zhang Songxi about the changes in his body after practicing the Wudang Long Fist. Seeing this scene, she simply stood aside and waited.
Two hours later.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Other than Song Yuanqiao and the other four second-generation disciples, there were only six or seven third-generation disciples left. The cultivation field suddenly appeared empty.
Zhang Songxi quickly noticed Bai Lan and scolded her jokingly,""Great genius, how many steps did you take towards me?”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned and confused.
This was the first time everyone noticed Bai Lan.
His posture was tall and straight, and he stood there with the bearing of a swordsman. It was as deep as the abyss and as pine, leaving a deep impression on others.
Who was this?
Why had he never seen it among the third-generation disciples?
"This kid practiced his fist three times, and then his sword three times, so he naturally walked six steps!”
Bai Lan also smiled.
This was a joke between him and Zhang Songxi. The others did not understand.
Then…
He told her about the problem he had encountered.
"There's no point in talking anymore. Show me the Wudang Long Fist!”
Zhang Songxi did not answer directly. Instead, he asked Bai Lan to punch.
The latter had no choice but to do as he was told.
Bow Stance, Punch, Withdraw…
After a whole set of actions, he had grasped the importance of the matter accurately.
The punch was like a flood dragon striking the water, and the fist was like a crane spreading its wings. It was an indescribable beauty.
"F * ck! Wudang Long Fist, great success!"
Zhang Songxi could not help but curse.
He knew that Bai Lan was talented in the way of the sword, but he did not expect her to be so talented in martial arts.
In just three tries, he had cultivated a third-rate martial art to the realm of great success.
This…
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