Zhang Cuishan also stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
In that instant, he suddenly felt an unprecedented surge of sword essence!
It even caused his body to pause.
It wasn't because he was afraid, but because a person who pursued the way of the sword had sensed the pure and terrifying fluctuation of the sword essence.
"How is this possible?"
"Was that the aura that Junior Brother Changsheng emitted just now? Why did he possess such terrifying sword intent?”
Zhang Cuishan was filled with uncertainty.
However, the sword intent just now was too pure. Under the impact of this sword intent, it even triggered the Genuine Qi in Zhang Cuishan's body to surge continuously.
At this moment, Zhang Cuishan entered a mysterious and magical state.
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At this moment, outside the Purple Cloud Palace.
The two of them faced each other.
Chen Changsheng was still in a drunken state, his wooden sword in hand.
His body even staggered from time to time, as if he would fall down in the next second and pass out completely.
However, his eyes were extremely clear.
Zhang Cuishan suddenly closed his eyes and stood in the middle of the field with a sword in one hand.
Everyone was puzzled!
"What happened to Martial Uncle Zhang? Why did he close his eyes?”
"Could it be that he's circulating his True Qi? But it can't be so slow!"
"Could it be that Martial Uncle Zhang's heart has softened?"
The Wudang Sect disciples whispered among themselves, their faces filled with doubt.
The sword intent that Chen Changsheng had erupted with only lasted for an instant. No one had time to sense it.
However, Zhang Cuishan was the closest to it, so he could feel the profound Sword Dao the most.
Song Yuanqiao and the others of the Wudang Seven Heroes were also a little puzzled. They were just about to call out to Zhang Cuishan.
At this moment.
"Cuishan has just entered a state of enlightenment. There's no need to disturb him!”
A gentle and steady voice came from behind them, filled with a strange rhythm.
Song Yuanqiao and the others turned around to take a look. Their master, Zhang Sanfeng, was dressed in plain clothes. He had white hair and a youthful face. He seemed to have a transcendent temperament, like an immortal.
"Greetings, Master!"
"Greetings, Master!"
When Song Yuanqiao and the others saw Zhang Sanfeng, they all bowed.
When the Wudang disciples saw Perfected Zhang appear, they kept quiet and did not dare to say anything.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and did not say anything. He looked at the scene indifferently.
Everyone also looked at the two people in the arena.
Then, everyone saw Zhang Cuishan's body erupt with an aura, and dust rose around him.
Everyone was shocked.
They could feel that Zhang Cuishan had broken through.
After a long time, Zhang Cuishan slowly opened his eyes and gave Chen Changsheng a complicated look.
Then, he put away his sword and bowed to Chen Changsheng, saying,
"Thank you for your guidance, Junior Brother!"
Everyone was extremely shocked.
They did not understand what had happened. Why was Zhang Cuishan suddenly thanking Chen Changsheng?
However, only Zhang Cuishan knew this.
The moment the sword intent surged out, it directly stimulated the true qi in his body and successfully broke through his current realm.
All of this could be said to be a coincidence, but Zhang Cuishan was an upright person. Even if it was an unintentional act, it was still related to Chen Changsheng, so he could immediately lower his status and thank Chen Changsheng.
"This…"
Song Yuanqiao and the others were stunned, not knowing what had happened.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his white beard, his warm gaze turning to Chen Changsheng. He said,
"Changsheng, your talent is extraordinary, and you're always drunk. How can you advance day by day in martial arts?”
Although Zhang Sanfeng's words were light, they were deafening.
With these words, Song Yuanqiao and the others all looked at Chen Changsheng.
However, when Master knew about Junior Brother Changsheng's drinking, he just smiled indifferently and didn't care.
Therefore, the senior and junior brothers let their junior brother do as he pleased.
That was why Junior Brother Changsheng was addicted to alcohol.
Could it be that Master also couldn't stand Junior Brother Changsheng's actions now?
However, if even his master reprimanded him, he was not afraid that Junior Brother Changsheng would not listen.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng's face was calm and unperturbed at Zhang Sanfeng's words.
"Master, we were born in the world for the sake of cultivation!”
"Even though I am drunk every day, I still cultivate martial arts!”
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng smiled, as if he was testing Chen Changsheng's understanding of the sword.
"Oh? Do you have any martial arts techniques?"
Zhang Sanfeng asked.
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's question, Chen Changsheng remained neither servile nor overbearing. He said in a clear voice,
"He can travel a million li with a single sword strike, and he can block billions of Immortals!”
"Even the three million sword immortals in the heavens have to lower their heads when they see me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's entire body suddenly trembled!
Then, his eyes shined brightly as he looked at Chen Changsheng in disbelief.
"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, and they have to lower their heads when they see me?”
Zhang Sanfeng repeated Chen Changsheng's words, a contemplative expression on his face.
A moment later, he stroked his white beard and laughed loudly!
"Haha, good, good, good!"
"What a good three million heavenly sword immortals. Even if they see me, they have to lower their heads!”
"Chang-er, you're so ambitious!"
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't hide the joy on his face.
The Wudang Sect disciples were dumbfounded by this scene.
Everything that happened today was too surreal.
Zhang Cuishan was also dumbstruck by Chen Changsheng's words.
He had never thought that his always dispirited junior brother would have such great ambitions.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said with a smile,
"In the future, I will allow Changsheng to drink.”
When Chen Changsheng heard this, he also grinned and respectfully said to Zhang Sanfeng,
"Thank you, Master!"
Zhang Sanfeng left with a smile as he stroked his white beard.
At this moment, the Wudang Seven Heroes watched the departing Zhang Sanfeng, then looked at the drunken Chen Changsheng, his eyes hazy and his body swaying.
Everyone's expressions also became extremely strange!
"Is this still the drunkard junior brother we usually see?”
This question appeared in everyone's hearts.
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