Plane Copy Master

Speaking of which, Wuming Youtianjian's realm is very high in the realm of kendo.

He also has 1800 crystal points, and his cultivation base is also very high, but he only practiced martial arts in the Fengyun plane, and he has never been in touch with things like controlling swordsmanship.

At this moment, with the copying of Wu Yan's knowledge and Yujianshu's skills, it was like piercing through that layer of window paper, and Wuming felt a sudden insight by analogy.

"Sword Immortal, enter the Tao with the sword, and cultivate to become a fairy? It turns out that there is still such a way to practice the way of the sword..." After Wu Yan retracted his finger and finished copying, Wuming opened his eyes with a surprised look on his face, Suddenly realized the appearance.

He has never been in contact with it before, as if he could not see Mount Tai with a single leaf. At this moment, Wu Yan's copy can be regarded as removing the leaf in front of Wuming, so that he can truly see the great river and mountain.

As if he had an epiphany, and also as if he had a natural instinct, the nameless finger hooked.

With a clang sound, a sword hanging on the wall of the room automatically unsheathed and came to Wuming.

Holding a sword formula in his hand, Wuming manipulated the flying sword, turning it flexibly and quickly a few times, with a look of amazement on his face.

Although his cultivation base has not been improved much, but Wuming clearly knows that his strength has improved a lot with the appearance of these sword immortal cultivation methods.

"His sword control skills are even more exquisite..." Looking at the nameless sword control skills, Wu Yan secretly marveled in his heart.

Is he worthy of being a master of swordsmanship?He had just copied the Sword Controlling Technique, and he was able to perform the Sword Controlling Technique so exquisitely.

But it's right to think about it, it's like the same martial art of splitting the palm, and copying it to an ordinary Jianghu person and a top master, can the power displayed by the two be the same?

In the same way, the power of Yujianshu is different when copied to an ordinary swordsman and a master of swordsmanship like Wuming.

Otherwise, why couldn't the armed arrogance that Wu Yan copied from Garp unleash the destructive power of Garp?

If the sophistication of the skills is the same, how much power can be displayed depends on the level of cultivation of both parties. Although Wu Yan's sword control is exactly the same as that of Wuming's, but in the realm of swordsmanship, Wuming is higher than Wu Yantai. Many, naturally, the degree of sophistication of the two swordsmanship is not the same.

Obtaining the ability of controlling swordsmanship out of thin air, as well as the knowledge of practicing with the sword, all of which made Wuming very interested. He immersed himself in the knowledge of Shushan swordsmanship, and at the same time he was constantly displaying the skills of controlling swordsmanship in his hands, which was very novel.

Wu Yan didn't say much, just looked at him quietly.

After a long time, Wuming finally had enough of an addiction, he inserted the sword back, and at the same time, his eyes fell on Wu Yan, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said: "By the way, you just said that you have something to ask. Me, what is it?"

"I told you about Di Shitian back then, do you have any clues over the years?" Wu Yan asked straightforwardly.

"Di Shitian!?".

Hearing Wu Yan's words, Wuming's face became more serious, and said: "You told me back then about Di Shitian, an old demon who lived for 2000 years. Years ago, I finally found the clues."

Although many years have passed, Wuming still feels shocked every time he thinks of what Wu Yan said ten years ago, and Di Shitian who has lived since Qin Shihuang's time until now.

People who have lived for more than 2000 years, just thinking about it is shocking.

"Oh? What's the gain?" Wu Ming's words made Wu Yan ask curiously. In the past ten years, Wu Ming would investigate Di Shitian, which can be said to be within Wu Yan's expectation.

"I found out the so-called Tianmen, which is hidden in the martial arts, and the people in Tianmen are all masters of the rivers and lakes. However, just three years ago, I was warned by a mysterious person. We'll be defeated soon," Wuming said with a helpless look, shaking his head.

As the myth of martial arts, he was defeated so easily, which made Wuming a bit of a blow. At the same time, it also proved that Wu Yan's words were right. There is indeed an unknown force hidden in this world. .

"Is that person wearing an ice mask?" Wu Yan asked immediately after hearing that Wuming, who was in the realm of Heavenly Sword, was easily defeated.

"Yes, that person's words and deeds give people a feeling of being crazy, but his martial arts are extremely high, and I am far from his opponent." Wuming nodded and said to Wu Yan's words.

"That's right, the person who fought with you is Di Shitian. He has practiced martial arts for 2000 years, so it makes sense that you are not his opponent," Wu Yan said.

"Di Shitian, no wonder." There was not much surprise on Wuming's face.

Obviously, Di Shitian easily defeated him back then, and Wuming also had some guesses about his identity.

"Well, do you know where the Tianmen is? If possible, I think I can go to meet Di Shitian in person for a while." After pondering for a moment, Wu Yan asked.

One is that he almost died at the hands of Di Shitian back then. Of course, Wu Yan wanted to find an opportunity to settle this enmity. Second, Wu Yan suspected that Duanlang's disappearance had something to do with Di Shitian.

After all, although Xiongba is interested in himself, Di Shitian should be more interested in himself. It seems reasonable that he would attack Duanlang.

Chapter 462: Mud Bodhisattva (Part [-])

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are rare.

In a dilapidated temple, a middle-aged man knelt quietly in front of the dilapidated Buddha statue, with his head bowed.

Seeing that the man was wearing a tattered coarse cloth, he looked like a beggar. In front of the man, there was a very simple tortoise shell, and beside it were three very simple copper coins , I don't know what age it is.

"Hey, the ten-year period has passed, Xiongba sent someone to find me, to reveal his orders for the rest of his life, there is absolutely no reason for him to survive."

This man, after praying in front of the Buddha statue for a long time, sighed helplessly, and immediately picked up the tortoise shell in front of him carefully.

"As the saying goes, those who know the changes don't take possession, and those who know the changes don't know. Today, I have no other way. I hope God can leave me with a glimmer of life."

Seriously, he put the three copper coins into the turtle shell. After shaking it a few times, the man poured the three copper coins out of the turtle shell one by one.

A fortune teller usually never calculates his own destiny, which can be said to be a taboo, but today, he knows that he has reached the time when life and death are at stake, so he doesn't care about this so-called taboo.

"Well, the situation of narrow escape..." After carefully looking at the arrangement of the three copper coins, the man's eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise, and immediately, he kept bowing to the Buddha statue, thumping Boom.

"Thank you Bodhisattva, the gods have the virtue of loving life. Although it is a narrow escape, there is still a glimmer of life. Thank you...".

The man's face was full of surprise, and he whispered in a low voice, and then carefully disassembled the hexagram.

"The Southern Dipper is born, and the Big Dipper is dead. Is my ray of life in the southeast direction?" After carefully dismantling the hexagrams, the man raised his head and looked towards the southeast, muttering in a low voice.

Almost at the same time, the man heard a burst of dense footsteps in the night, which made his face change drastically.

Knowing that people from the Tianxiahui were chasing after him, he hurriedly got up and ran towards the southeast.

After the man left, after a while, a young man with aloof expression rushed into the dilapidated temple, followed behind him, and there were dozens of vicious Tianxiahui gang members.

"Hall Master Yun, the Clay Bodhisattva has disappeared." After looking at the empty temple, one of the gang members said.

"Humph, chase".

Bu Jingyun's demeanor was peerless and lonely, and he cherished words like gold. After he snorted coldly, he uttered a word. Following his words, the helpers of the Tianxiahui quickly acted and continued to search for the whereabouts of the clay bodhisattva.

……

In the Zhonghua Pavilion, Wu Yan and Wuming sat opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting, the atmosphere was very harmonious, chatting about kendo, and also talking about the whole martial arts, the time passed quickly.

After copying Shushan's knowledge and Yujianshu to Wuming, Wu Yan asked about the traces and whereabouts of Tianmen.

When he came to the Fengyun plane last time, Wu Yan's strength was low, so he didn't want to provoke an old monster like Di Shitian, but he was afraid of something, so Di Shitian unexpectedly appeared and found him.

But this time, after Wu Yan became stronger, he had to take the initiative to find Emperor Shitian's bad luck.

"I don't know exactly where the Tianmen is. Back then, I was about to investigate the location of the Tianmen, so I was defeated by Di Shitian." Regarding Wu Yan's words, Wuming shook his head and said.