"The only way to relieve my worries is to practice my sword."
Lin Xuan stretched lazily,"Practice the sword a million times. When you use the sword, you are a god. If you are not a god, you can do it a million more times."”
"What should I do if I feel depressed? I'll practice the sword ten times first.”
"What should I do if my back hurts? I'll practice the sword ten times first.”
"What if I can't sleep at night? I'll practice the sword ten times first.”
"Martial Nephew, where did you learn all these words?”
The Youngest Uncle was so amused that he burst out laughing.
"Do you think I'm like you?"
His eyes were filled with disdain.”
"I, your Martial Nephew, am an existence that can make Xu Weixiong speechless.”
"This is called wisdom and eloquence."
His words instantly made Youngest Uncle shut himself up.
Lin Xuan walked out of the pavilion. Under the bamboo forest, he attacked again and again, put away his sword, and continued to attack.
If he had any insights, he would stop and think hard for a moment. Only after he had figured it out would he continue practicing his sword.
In his eyes, there was only the long sword in his hand. Other than that, there was nothing else. The Connate Qi Refinement Art automatically circulated.
Genuine Qi shuttled through the eight extraordinary meridians and poured into the long sword, triggering a sharp edge.
The sword moved faster and faster until it completely disappeared. Only the bone-piercing sword qi burst forth.
The young Taoist priest suddenly stopped and muttered,""It seems like I've put the cart before the horse."
When the Sword Drawing Art was used, it was as fast as lightning, unstoppable and destructive.
However, this was not the essence of the Sword Drawing Technique. It was only the power displayed by the Sword Drawing Technique.
The essence of it is the essence, spirit, and soul
When he drew his sword, he had to control it with his essence, qi, and spirit to be as fast as lightning, unstoppable, and unstoppable.
When practicing the sword, one did not blindly pursue speed and strength. Instead, one cultivated and tempered one's essence, qi, and spirit through practicing the sword.
After figuring out the key point, Lin Xuan's sword speed began to slow down, but the power of each sword was even more condensed than before.
"Good fellow, you've comprehended it just like that?"
The corners of Youngest Uncle's mouth twitched involuntarily when he saw this scene.
"What a monster."
He sighed and couldn't fall asleep. He took out an ancient book from his bosom and flipped it open, reading it with great interest.
After noon, the sun set in the west. The heat between heaven and earth began to dissipate. The evening wind gradually cooled, mixed with moisture.
The grass and trees that were basked in the scorching sun during the day began to stretch their waists in the wind.
The bamboo forest rustled.
"Moo!"
The green bull ran out of the lush forest. After eating and drinking its fill, it lay down outside the pavilion to rest.
"Let's go."
Youngest Uncle looked at the sky. The sky was filled with burning clouds, and the golden sunlight was slowly fading from the ground.
In the distance, the stream glistened as if it was made of pure gold.
He climbed onto the back of the green bull and sang a nursery rhyme as he carried the green bull up the mountain.
Under the bamboo forest, the figure bathed in the light of the setting sun was still drawing and retracting his sword over and over again, as if he did not know fatigue.
On the mountain path in the distance, a figure was walking over. He wore a bamboo hat and carried a long and narrow steel knife on his back.
Each step was dozens of feet, and his aura was condensed and deep. He was an expert.
The person stepped onto the stone bridge. In front of him was the mountain gate of Wudang. There was an ancient archway. At the end of the stone bridge, there was a huge stone tablet.
On it were written two big words with iron and silver hooks
Wudang
The person raised his head and looked at the towering mountain. It was a middle-aged man. There was a long and narrow scar on his face that stretched from his brow to his lips. It was like a centipede and looked extremely ferocious.
Those who were timid would probably be scared out of their wits with just a glance.
The man did not cross the mountain gate. Instead, he retracted his gaze and searched around. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a young Taoist priest practicing swordsmanship under the bamboo forest.
"Is there anyone?" he shouted.
After shouting a few times, the Taoist priest under the bamboo forest pretended not to hear and did not respond at all.
The man was furious and his face darkened. He urged his zhenqi and shouted,"The Wave Breaking Saber has come to pay respects to Wudang."
True energy surged, shaking the surrounding vegetation. The birds were frightened, and the beasts fled.
"So noisy."
A voice mixed with some dissatisfaction appeared and instantly suppressed the man's voice. The forest suddenly calmed down.
The man's eyes narrowed.
Under the bamboo forest, the young Taoist priest who was practicing his sword was disturbed. He walked toward the man with a long sword in his hand.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly."
Lin Xuan's tone was unhappy.
The man suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice,"I am the Wave Breaker Saber, and I have come to pay my respects to Wudang.”
"Wave Breaking Saber?"
He curled his lips." I've never heard of it. Wudang is the best sect in the world. How can a nobody like you worship it?"”
The so-called mountain worship was actually a challenge, but in a more dignified way.
According to the procedure, he had to hand in his name card first.
The man snorted." I'm quite famous in Muzhou. I heard that Wudang's martial arts have a long history and that there are many experts. I admire them. I know that I'm not a match for the elders of Wudang, so I specially came to challenge the second-generation disciples of Wudang.”
"I wonder if there are any second generation disciples of Wudang who dare to accept the challenge?”
"If not, I'll leave now." The man sneered.”
"Give me the name card."
Lin Xuan stretched out his hand.
"Take it."
The man took out an invitation card from his pocket and circulated his true qi. He used a hidden weapon technique to attack Lin Xuan.
He originally wanted to humiliate Lin Xuan, but unexpectedly, this young Daoist priest in front of him easily caught the invitation.
"Shen Jian."
He opened it and glanced at it, then casually threw the name card on the ground.
"What do you mean?"
The man was furious.
"A thirty-something-year-old fellow came to Wudang to worship the mountain. He didn't pick the elders to beat, but only the second-generation disciples.”
Lin Xuan glanced at him and said disdainfully,"I think you've been living like a dog for decades.”
Her words made the man's face turn red. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the long saber on his back."Is there anyone from the second generation of Wudang who dares to accept the challenge? If it was not for the fact that it did not dare to beg for mercy, Sir System would have left immediately.”
These clowns only dared to pick on the second generation of Wudang and beat them up. As for the older generation, they would not dare to make a move even if they were given ten thousand guts.
There were many people like this every year. Some of them were crazy about becoming famous and wanted to make a name for themselves by stepping on Wudang disciples.
Some were instigated by others to humiliate Wudang.
As for the masterminds, there were too many. Mount Longhu, Shaolin, and even the Demon Sect.
"Where did this wild dog come from?”
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice,"Don't worry, This Penniless Priest will convert you immediately."”
The man's cultivation was not weak. He was at least at Xiantian third stage.
"Remember, I'm Lin Xuan, the disciple of Wudang Sect's sect master, Wang Zhonglou.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xuan's figure disappeared. Under the vast sky, only a sword light bloomed.
He slashed at the man. The sword raised a storm and fell silently.
The man was shocked but did not panic. He injected his Genuine Qi into the long saber in his hand and slashed out.
His Xiantian fourth stage cultivation erupted, his true qi surged, and his saber glistened.
"Bang!"
However, the next moment, the glistening blade light shattered and a cold light brushed past the man's body.
Lin Xuan landed and sheathed his sword. He walked up the mountain without looking back.
"Plop!"
The Xiantian fourth stage Broken Wave Saber knelt on the ground with its head pressed against the ground, and blood dripped down.
Killing an Inborn Expert with a Single Sword
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