Taiji Fist's ranking also shook the entire world of martial artists.
This was because this was the first martial art that everyone had heard of.
For a moment, the entire foot of Wudang Mountain was crowded with martial artists who were learning from their masters.
Even Dynasty was starting to pay attention to Zhang Sanfeng, the martial arts legend.
In the past, he had thought that Martial Arts Legends were only slightly more powerful than ordinary martial artists.
But now, the Heavenly Dao Rankings had already proved that both Wu Ming and Zhang Sanfeng were true immortals on land.
However, based on the way these martial arts legends acted, these emperors did indeed have some respect for Zhang Sanfeng and the other martial arts legends.
Zhang Sanfeng was naturally happy to be idle about such matters.
Taoism emphasized on letting nature take its course. Naturally, the Heavenly Rankings appeared naturally. He had already foreseen such an outcome.
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Emei Sect.
A look of realization appeared in Mistress Annihilation's eyes.
No wonder Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Sect always took care of the Emei Sect more. Miejue had always been puzzled by this.
It was his own grandmaster and Wudang's founder, Zhang Sanfeng.
"Zhiruo, when you go to Wudang Sect to retrieve Heavenly Sword, be more respectful.”
Mistress Miejue said to the beautiful girl beside her.
Ten years ago, in order to obtain the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Saber, the six major sects went to Wudang Mountain at the same time to interrogate Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, Zhang Cuishan.
He had thought that Zhang Sanfeng, as the leader of the righteous path, would not protect that demon Xie Xun.
Unlike Zhang Sanfeng, who not only shielded them, but also blew up the six sects.
Other than the Emei Sect, who had only temporarily kept Heavenly Sword, the other five sects had suffered heavy casualties. It was said that Abbot Kongyun of Shaolin was now lying in bed.
"Yes, Zhiruo will remember."
Zhou Zhiruo nodded and bowed.
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Heavenly Gate.
Sakra's face was still full of surprise at this time.
"Zhang Sanfeng, is the martial art created by this guy so powerful? No wonder the kid I trained a hundred years ago was no match for him.”
No one knew that many of Dong Tianbao's experiences were secretly matchmade by Sakra.
Originally, Sakra wanted to try what it felt like to create a big demon with his own hands, but he did not expect to be stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.
"I know Taiji Fist too, but no matter how I use it, it feels very weak.”
As Sakra spoke, he stretched out his palm and pushed forward.
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"This is indeed a martial art that can reach the Heavenly Dao. Unfortunately…Perhaps only Dao Cultivators could comprehend it.”
Gudu Qiubai muttered as he packed his luggage.
This kind of martial art was too particular about the user's talent.
"However, there is actually such a martial art in the martial arts world. It seems that I have to seek defeat in the martial arts world this time.”
Gudu Qiubai's lips curled into a smile.
"The first stop is to see how Great Ming's descendants are doing.”
He was the Sword God of the Northern Song Dynasty, but the situation in the Divine Prefecture had changed.
As he spoke, Dugu Qiubai carried his luggage and left the valley where he had lived for decades.
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Just as the world was in turmoil.
Ying Huan, on the other hand, woke up early and practiced a set of Taiji Fist in the courtyard.
The snow maidens, who were walking around, happened to witness this scene.
"What are you looking at? Stop hiding."
With Ying Huan's cultivation base, he had naturally heard the commotion behind him. He held the ball with both hands as he spoke slowly.
Since Ying Huan had seen through her, the snow maidens didn't hide anymore.
"I didn't expect that Young Master would also know Taiji Fist.”
the snow maiden said in surprise as she walked out.
"You mean Taiji Fist? Old Man Zhang taught me.”
Ying Huan explained. At the same time, he felt that Taiji Fist was indeed worthy of being the fist technique of the park master in his previous life. It was a martial art that had been passed down for thousands of years.
He could actually get sixth place.
"Old Man Zhang?"
The snow maidens were puzzled.
"It's Taoist Priest Zhang Sanfeng."
Ying Huan's reply shocked the snow maidens.
"Have you seen Perfected Zhang?"
Although Zhang Sanfeng was very famous, he mostly cultivated in seclusion at the back of Wudang Mountain. Even the emperor rarely saw him.
This was also a common characteristic of Martial Arts Legends. They were elusive and difficult to see.
"I've seen them before. I was the one who wrote their Wudang folk songs.”
Ying Huan said with a smile. At that time, Ying Huan was studying Taoist books, so he went to Wudang Mountain to borrow books. At the same time, he wanted to see what the real Zhang Sanfeng looked like.
"Wudang has folk songs?"
The snow maidens didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Yeah, I'll sing a few for you."
After Ying Huan finished speaking, he sang while practicing Taiji Fist. The rhythm of the fist technique and the song was perfectly in sync.
"The light of the blade and the shadow of the sword are not my sect.”
"Pushing with both hands is neither black nor white…Go with fate and come with the wind, that's my heart.”
"I have no sword in my hand and no dust in my heart.”
"Neither slow nor fast, there is no defeat without victory."
The song was grand and the tone was slow but continuous.
He even faintly revealed the true meaning of Taiji.
After the song ended, even the snow maidens were a little reluctant to finish.
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