In the face of the energetic bombardment of Tang Lang, who had already reached the Zhongyuan realm, Zhang Sanfeng resisted with pure yang Wuji Gong, and his Angzang figure was as majestic as a mountain, showing the bearing of a great grandmaster.

"Sure enough, it's a big master!"

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but admire.

"Zhang Zhenren has won the prize." Tang Lang said humbly.

"I didn't expect that at such a young age, your cultivation has already reached such a high level." Zhang Sanfeng's heart was very convincing to Tang Lang, so he said such a thing.

Although he felt that Tang Lang's kung fu was slightly inferior to him, he was not weak.

Tang Lang has practiced Yiqi Zen for 20 years in the movie world of "Shaolin Temple", and has practiced Yiqi Zen in the movie world of "Crazy Boy" for nearly 10 years, and has comprehended extremely advanced exercises such as Zen Bone Gong, Immovable Heart Seal, and Phoenix Nirvana from the general recipe of Yiqi Zen, and upgraded from the Chuyuan Realm to the Zhongyuan Realm, which is able to compete with Zhang Sanfeng, who is more than 100 years old.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng praising himself, Tang Lang smiled and said: "Actually, Zhang Zhenren's skills are like an abyss and a sea, and Tang Lang can't reach him. When he said this, it wasn't all sycophancy, but what he said from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that his skills were still not as good as Zhang Sanfeng's.

Tang Lang still needs to continue to work hard to cultivate.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Tang Lang, and said with a sense of love, "Lao Dao and the little brother are also an adventure this time. Presumably, the little brother walked the rivers and lakes, and he had also heard of the name of the Wudang faction. The old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng has been in Wudang Mountain for many years, and he has been practicing for many years, and now he is more than 100 years old. Little brother, if you are interested in Wudang, you can worship under my Zhang Sanfeng! ”

His words were already very explicit, that is, he valued Tang Lang as a martial arts wizard and wanted to take him as an apprentice.

Tang Lang has his own Zen of Master Daoxin, and his self-confidence is not weaker than Zhang Sanfeng's Wudang Jiuyang Gong and Pure Yang Wuji Gong, but why bother to worship his Wudang faction.

At the same time, his mission in coming to this movie world was to snatch the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife, and assist Zhu Yuanzhang in slaughtering Meng Yuan and establishing the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, he didn't want to stay in Wudang Mountain and follow the sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng to cultivate. Although Zhang Sanfeng's kung fu is also extremely profound.

He was going down the mountain to find the Heavenly Sword or the Dragon Slayer Knife, and tried to get to know Zhu Yuanzhang.

After thinking about it, Tang Lang still said: "Zhang Zhenren cares about the kid so much, the kid is really inexplicable." However, the kid already has a teacher, and it is inconvenient to accept him from the side, and he can't worship Wudang, which is really a pity. ”

When Zhang Sanfeng saw Tang Lang say this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Tang Lang continued: "Zhang Zhenren is so worthy of it, please give this moon-white Taoist robe of Brother Qingfeng Dao to the kid, I am already grateful." ”

"The Taoist robe is a trivial matter, and the Wudang faction is more ......" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly became generous at this time, and said to his medicine boy Qingfeng: "Qingfeng, you take Tang Lang to Yuxu Palace and find him a suitable clothes to wear." ”

Qingfeng immediately replied, "Yes, Master." ”

Tang Lang said to Qingfeng again: "Brother Qingfeng, I was really offended just now. Actually, I'm just a little prank, and I don't have any malicious intent, and I hope you will understand. ”

Qingfeng was also shocked by Tang Lang's outstanding kung fu, seeing that he and Zhang Sanfeng almost had a draw, he already had a sense of respect in his heart, he heard this, and immediately said: "Brother Tang's martial arts are extraordinary, if there is malicious intent, can I Qingfeng still stand here and talk?" As he spoke, he laughed.

A smile also appeared on Zhang Sanfeng's face.

Tang Lang couldn't help laughing.

Coming to this movie world of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer: The Demon Sect Master", Tang Lang snatched his moon-white robe from Qingfeng's body with a mischievous attitude.

Unexpectedly, he became attached to Zhang Sanfeng because of this. Zhang Sanfeng saw that he was extremely qualified, and even accepted him as an apprentice, which is a great fate.

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Following Zhang Sanfeng's instructions, Qingfeng took Tang Lang to Yuxuguan.

After choosing the right clothes, pants and shoes for Tang Lang, Qingfeng let him wear them, and gave him five taels of silver and a long sword, saying, "Since you don't want to follow the master to cultivate, then take these five taels of silver to give birth to the mountain." - These five taels of silver were also handed over to you at the orders of the master. Now that these are troubled times, long swords can be used for self-defense. ”

Tang Lang felt the deep friendship between Zhang Sanfeng and Qingfeng master and apprentice, and thought that he needed silver taels to eat after all, so he happily accepted the five taels of silver.

As for the long sword, if you want a master like Tang Lang, why do you need this thing. However, since it was specially given to him by the light breeze, he also took it.

Bidding farewell to the breeze, Tang Lang went down to Wudang Mountain.

After walking for a short time, he saw a huge city in the distance.

Hungry in his stomach, Tang Lang unfolded a meteor step, striding like a meteor catching the moon, and after a while, he came to the bottom of the city.

When he looked up, he happened to see the two ancient Chinese characters of "Xiangyang".

Tang Lang knew that he had come to Xiangyang City.

Entering the city, he found a restaurant next to Hanshui, called "Hanyang Restaurant".

Tang Lang sat alone on the top of the building in a blue shirt, a long sword was lying across his lap, and the sleeves of his robe fluttered in the wind. He picked up a bowl of wine, drank it all, looked up at the setting sun in the west, and shouted "good wine".

The alcohol content of this ancient time is very low, and it is all made of grain, unlike the current chemical blended wine, so Tang Lang can't help but be addicted to it.

Downstairs is the Han River, the river flows slowly, without a sound. At this moment, three or five small boats floated from the distant expanse on the river.

It was the beginning of summer, and the weather was already very hot during the day, but fortunately the night was cool.

"Come on, Brother Hanshui, I salute you with a bowl!"

Tang Lang poured a full bowl of wine from the top of the building into the Han water. Then he poured himself a bowl of wine and poured it into his throat and intestines into the Han water outside the window.

"Hahaha......"

Tang Lang was obviously a little drunk, and the diners upstairs looked at him one after another. But he drank and ate meat by himself, and he didn't realize it.

Three or five wooden boats had already approached the restaurant, and the boatman moored to the shore. When the ship stopped, more than a dozen people in Tsing Yi who had finished their outfits came down from the boat, with swords hanging from their waists and eagle eyes, and it was not easy to match them at a glance.

One of the older men looked up at the sign of "Hanyang Restaurant" and said to the others, "This is it." ”

Originally, the restaurants in Xiangyang City are often built near the river, and the head of the second or third floor stretches all the way to the river, so that the guests can overlook the drinking and admiring the moon from afar by the railing. The name of Xiangyang Restaurant also resounded up and down the Han River.

A dozen people were about to walk up the stairs on the side of the restaurant, but they didn't watch out for something pouring down from their heads, and when they boarded, they poured a person who had not had time to get off the boat all over his head.

When I opened my eyes and looked closely, I saw vomit such as fish, meat, vegetable leaves, soup, and alcohol.

But it was Tang Lang who was drunk.

The man was full of anger, choked and pulled out the long sword at his waist, and was about to go upstairs to kill Tang Langli.

The people next to him looked at Tang Lang above the building and vomited again, and they all used their skills to move and jump to avoid Lao Yuan.

The older man looked up at Tang Lang, who was desperately vomiting on the top of the building, and gently patted the man's right hand holding the sword with his hand, and said, "He's drunk, so you don't need to be like him." Later, I went up and threw him into the river, so that he could sober up, and he would not be guilty of killing people in this downtown area. ”

More than a dozen people rushed upstairs, but saw that Tang Lang was already drunk and unconscious in a wave of wine.

The person who was vomited grabbed Tang Lang's neck, lifted him up with both hands, and threw him far away from the window.

After Tang Lang got drunk, he no longer had the slightest strength, so he could only let the man throw him into the Xunyang River with his sword.

Tang Lang, who felt that he had difficulty breathing, poured a few mouthfuls of river water as soon as he came up, and the person also woke up under the cold shock of the river water.

Slowly recovering all his divine consciousness in his mind, Tang Lang floated in the river, looked at the Tsing Yi man on the upper floor from a distance, and scolded: "A group of bastards, dare to lose the master? I don't want to teach you a good lesson. "He seems to have forgotten that he vomited people all over their bodies.

Tang Lang swam ashore from the Xunyang River in embarrassment, and regardless of wring out the clothes on his body, he wanted to go upstairs to make noise.

"You bastards, why did you throw the master into the Han River? Is it possible to rebel? Tang Lang was young, but he was not afraid at all and shouted at a group of people who were much older than him.

In the group of people, the older middle-aged man forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and spread his arms to firmly block the people behind him who were angrily drawing their swords and wanted to attack.

"Young man, let's not count the filth you spit out on the face of one of my companions when you were drunk just now, just with the disrespectful words you say now, I, Qin Guosan, will not easily spare you."

Tang Lang smiled, his face full of disdain, "Do you want to be angry with me?" You don't have to be so old-fashioned to report your home. No matter how famous you are, in my eyes you are nothing but a pawn! So Uncle Trouble is heavier, and I don't think it's interesting to be lighter. Also, why don't you go up together? Hahaha......"

"What an arrogant young man, is it too far to go after just a few walks? Okay, I'll send you back to your hometown today. ”

Qin Guosan slashed his sword out with his right hand, and the sound of Qingyue was deafening.

Seeing this, the diners fled.

Tang Lang leisurely sighed at his long sword, and said infinitely warmly: "Hey, Bao'er, wake up, fight." ”

Qin Guosan pinched the sword trick with his left hand, crossed the sword in his right hand on his chest, and his footwork under his body was not eight, and suddenly a sword stabbed carefully, fast as lightning, weighing more than a thousand gold, shocking and drumming, and murderous.

The fierce killing intent is not enough for ordinary swordsmen to stop.

And Tang Lang was still drunk, his body was swaying, and he didn't know what to say.

It's just that Tang Lang's eyes flashed and disappeared, drawing the sword, turning around, withdrawing the sword, returning the sheath, a few actions that make people see clearly, but in an instant, they are all in one go, freehand with the wind, and the familiar flow is extreme.

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