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Chapter 64 Wudang Myth Zhang Sanfeng

Back Mountain of Wudang.

Beside a pool of water, Ding Gong sat cross-legged on a stone, and the thick yin and yang zhenqi slipped wantonly through the meridians, devouring the zhenqi transformed by the supreme bone.

Well, after being promoted to Innate, what the Supreme Bone transforms is no longer internal force but true energy.

Martial arts before Xiantian can be collectively referred to as Houtian realm, third-rate to extreme all belong to the stage division of Houtian realm, how many years of internal strength are often used to divide the ranks in the arena.

And when it comes to Xiantian, it is simply to improve the realm. Every breakthrough will increase the true energy in the body several times, depending on the talent and the cultivation method.

The realm after martial arts innate is the three realms of martial arts master, martial arts grand master, and broken void (martial arts golden pill), and each realm is very different.

Comparing with the realm of martial arts, Ding Gong's cultivation was almost at the peak of the first realm when he reached the peak of the Great Master Realm.

But that's all for later, and now Ding Gong is only in the early days of congenital.

Moreover, after advancing to the innate realm, Ding Gong could vaguely sense the oppression and shackles brought about by this world, and it would be the end of it basically when he reached the innate peak.

If one wants to break through the shackles of heaven and earth and reach the level of a master, one must have enough external force, but in this world there is no external force that can break through the shackles.

"call."

After running the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Scriptures for twelve great cycles, Ding Gong opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of light white turbid air. His eyes were as bright as stars, as if a black hole could swallow everything.

Looking at the mirror-like surface of the microwave, the refracted sunlight made Ding Gong squint his eyes slightly, his brows filled with a calm and confident look.

"Today should be the time for Zhang Sanfeng to leave the customs. The probability of me defeating him now should be around 80.00%, even if he is innately at the peak."

Ding Gong's self-confidence is naturally due to the fact that Zhang Sanfeng's highest martial arts Tai Chi and Tai Chi swordsmanship have not yet been perfected and have not yet reached the most powerful state.

As for Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation realm, according to speculation, it is at least late innate, even the peak innate is not impossible, after all, the martial arts myth that spans two eras is not a joke.

In terms of talent, Zhang Sanfeng is better than Zhang Wuji. Even if Zhang Wuji is the protagonist, his talent is still not as good as Zhang Sanfeng.

"Brother Ding."

At this moment, a voice came from a distance, and Ding Gong stood up and looked back.

I saw a figure pointing to the ground, as light as a breeze, coming from the forest like a cloud, wearing a Wudang Taoist robe, holding a three-foot green sword, and his facial features are extraordinary.

The person who came was Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu, the great disciple of the third generation of Wudang.

In just a few days, Song Qingshu already had the potential to develop into a little fan of Ding Gong. Every time he looked at Ding Gong with admiring eyes, which made Ding Gong feel a little uncomfortable at first.

Later, Nian learned Wudang Swordsmanship and Wudang Zongyun Ladder from Song Qingshu. After Ding Gong practiced to Dacheng, he guided Song Qingshu by the way.

In addition, Ding Gong inadvertently showed his hand, and shot a light golden dragon-shaped force smashing a round stone larger than a millstone from a distance of one foot.

Ever since, adding that Ding Gong is not very old and Song Qingshu is less than a few years old, Song Qingshu's name for Ding Gong has changed, and he directly regards Ding Gong as an idol.

"Did Senior Zhang leave the customs?"

Looking at Song Qingshu who came in front of him, Ding Gong smiled slightly, guessing about his reason for coming.

"As expected of Brother Ding, he guessed right."

Song Qingshu looked at Ding Gong with admiration, nodded and said, "Master Tai has just left customs, so father asked me to inform you."

"Let's go then."

The corner of Ding Gong's mouth raised when he heard the words, and he missed Song Qingshu by a single step, and he floated seven or eight meters away as light as a white feather.

Without using the Wudang vertical ladder, it is still flying on the grass.

Wearing a green shirt fluttering lightly, with his hands behind his back, he looked extremely chic.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu immediately lifted up the vertical ladder with all his strength to catch up with Ding Gong.

Ten minutes later, Ding Gong and Song Qingshu came to Zhenwu Hall.

In the Zhenwu Great Hall.

Nearly a hundred years old, with a white beard, white hair and childlike face, Zhang Sanfeng, who was slightly thinner in Taoist robes, was sitting on a mahogany chair under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

The disciples Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu and others standing on both sides in front of him, except for a few Xiaodao boys serving in the hall, there are no other Wudang disciples.

As soon as Ding Gong and the two entered the hall, they attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Ding Gong, on the other hand, looked directly at his target Zhang Sanfeng, seeing Zhang Sanfeng with piercing eyes, ruddy complexion, and vigor like a strong man, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Martial arts are congenital, open up the two veins of Ren and Du, unite heaven and man, understand the nature of heaven and earth, lead the aura of heaven and earth into the body, get rid of the dust and integrate the spirit, return to the acquired and innate, transform the inner strength into truth, and live up to two hundred years.

That is to say, the masters of the innate peak cultivation base will not have any accidents and no other effects, and their normal life expectancy can reach two hundred years.

Therefore, although Zhang Sanfeng is nearly a hundred years old, his energy and spirit are still comparable to that of a strong and strong man.

After stopping, looking at Zhang Sanfeng a few meters away, Ding Gong bowed his hands and said: "The head of the system, Ding Gong, pays his respects to Senior Zhang."

"Little friend, you are polite."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ding Gong, stood up and bowed back and forth, and said with a friendly smile, "Little friend has already reached innate talent at such a young age, you are truly a genius!"

Zhang Sanfeng had already learned about Ding Gong's general information from Song Yuanqiao, but after seeing Ding Gong, Zhang Sanfeng's heart was shocked.

He has reached the peak of innate cultivation and has stayed in this realm for a long time. At a glance, he can see that Ding Gong's cultivation has reached innate, not the extreme peak or the threshold of innate as Song Yuanqiao said.

Judging from Ding Gong's aura, at least he has entered Xiantian for some time.

Even with Zhang Sanfeng's state of mind, he couldn't help being shocked after seeing Ding Gong, and even describing it as a genius, it can be seen how shocked Zhang Sanfeng was.

"What, congenital!"

Song Yuanqiao and the others couldn't help but gasp when they heard the words, and looked at Ding Gong with disbelief, their faces full of shock that couldn't dissipate.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, with innate cultivation, this shit, I guess I've lived on pigs in my life.

Such a thought popped up in everyone's mind, except for Zhang Sanfeng, the mood of the others was a little unstable for a while.

This person is really maddening.

Where did this Ding Gong come from, a monstrous evildoer who can cultivate to Xiantian in his teens, is Xiantian so easy to break through?
Ignoring the shock of the others, Ding Gong put down his hands and looked directly at Zhang Sanfeng with a slight smile, his expression gradually became serious, and he said in a concentrated voice: "The junior came here to learn from the senior."

"Discuss..."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then thought that when Ding Gong came, he seemed to have discussed with his first disciple Song Yuanqiao, although the matter was hastily, it seemed absurd.

It turns out that Ding Gong came to Wudang just to learn from old Taoists.

(End of this chapter)