Thinking of his skills, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but be depressed for a while, he got the swordsmanship of his predecessors in Changbai Mountain, although the internal force has internal strength cultivation methods, but he has practiced for thirty years, and has reached the top, but he can only barely use the sword trick.

Although he doesn't have much experience in the rivers and lakes, his martial arts talent is extremely high, otherwise he would not have taught himself and achieved the best of the day after tomorrow.

He felt that the internal practice seemed to be unfinished, but the remaining secret methods were somehow not recorded by the predecessors.

Alas, he couldn't help sighing, with his current skills, although he can use the sword, but he has to adjust his luck, and he can't do what he wants. And this trick can't last, otherwise the follow-up will be weak, he will inevitably be exhausted and lose the ability to resist, and if he is against the enemy, he can only wait to be killed at that time.

The sword mang's trick, although powerful, can't be used arbitrarily, it can only be used as a last trick, or a surprise move.

As the so-called "things are endless", although he has been at the top of the day after tomorrow, in terms of martial arts in the martial arts, he has already reached the top, he writes that the innate masters of the world will not walk around on the rivers and lakes, they all belong to the existence of the top gate faction at the bottom of the box. Of course, because they tend to have extremely high status in their respective sects, their will often also influence the general trend of martial arts.

On the one hand, Zhuo Bufan is proud that he can defeat the master of the Zhengyi Sect and the master of Shaolin, but on the other hand, he feels more and more deeply that in fact, his skills have reached a bottleneck, and the bottleneck is used to break through, as long as he breaks through the bottleneck, he believes that he will enter a broader world.

He often imagined in his mind that by that time he had a long sword in his hand, every move was a flying sword, the gods blocked and killed the gods, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, and there was no one in the world who was his opponent, he had already stood on the highest peak of the martial arts, and he would become a beautiful martial arts legend......

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists, he believed that he would definitely stand at the highest peak, because he believed in fate, fate had already favored him once, and he would still be favored by fate again!

He had no interest in visiting the Luohan Hall, turned around and just walked out of the courtyard, he saw a little monk walking towards him in a hurry, just when he was strange, the little monk was already close, he put his hands together, bowed slightly and bowed his waist to worship: "Lord Zhuo, the abbot is invited." ”

Zhuo Bufan nodded and saluted back, and said suspiciously: "The little master is polite, do you know what the abbot is looking for?" ”

The little monk shook his head blankly and said, "The abbot and other uncles are waiting for the donor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the little monk doesn't know what's going on. ”

The Pavilion of the Scriptures? As soon as Zhuo Bufan heard these three words, his heart suddenly moved, as if a thunderbolt crossed the sky in the night sky, he was stunned, and a bold idea came out.

"Donor? Donor? ……”

"Huh? Oh......" Zhuo Bufan came back to his senses in a little panic, "Little master, please lead the way, let's go now, don't let the abbot wait!" ”

The little monk did not doubt that he had him, leading the way in front.

The two of them walked one after the other, their steps were a little hurried, and they bypassed one palace after another, and Zhuo Bufan silently remembered the path in his heart.

Xuan Lone, Xuan Nan and other Xuanzi monks are waiting in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhuo Bufan approached the chest of Heshi respectfully, and when he got close, he bowed down and said: "It is really a sin and a sin to let the masters wait for Zhuo." ”

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Just when Zhuo Bufan was almost at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the three Lei Hongzi brothers of the Zhengyi Sect also panicked and felt the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Longhu Mountain is located in Jiangxi Province, although it is not very high, but the peaks here stretch for dozens of miles, which is caused by the westward movement of a mountain range in the Tianshan Mountains. Legend has ninety-nine dragons gathered here, the mountain is like a dragon, and it is like a tiger, the dragon and the tiger compete for power, and the momentum is not compatible; Shangqing Creek floats in from the east distance, walks slowly according to the mountain, turns the peak around the mountain, seems to take a break, seems to love the scene, crosses the beach into white, meets the pool and is green, or whispers elegantly, or meditates quietly. Ninety-nine peaks and twenty-four rocks, take the softest water, turn the stream around the mountain and turn the peak, the masculine of the ninety-nine dragons, the green water of the mountain, and the spirituality.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Daoling, the founding patriarch of Zhengyi Sect, came with a crane, opened a mountain and established a faction to accept disciples to teach the law, and Zhengyi Sect began to take root in this place.

There is a peak in Longhu Mountain, because it looks like a tiger roaring in the sky from a distance, so it is called Tiger Roaring Peak. Zhengyijiao is located on the head of this tiger, a Taoist temple platform, majestic and quiet, it can be seen that its heritage is extraordinary.

Taoist alchemy and self-cultivation, seeking the road to immortality, so on the way to refining pills, it can be said that he is an expert among experts, and he is also better than the Shaolin Temple Yaowang Academy.

The wound on Lei Bangzi's broken wrist on his right arm has scabbed, and the injury has been controlled, and it will recover with some more time.

But Lei Hongzi is a master of making swords, and after breaking his wrist, he can no longer hold a sword! This is too cruel for the people in the rivers and lakes.

What's more, he is already a handful of years old, and all along, he has been walking the rivers and lakes with a sword, and there are not many demons and monsters who have died under his long sword.

He went from a senior in the rivers and lakes, a top master in the rivers and lakes, to a waste man all of a sudden! Wreck! Wreck!

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This is a peak near Tiger Roar Peak, the mountain peak is lush and green, there is a simple blue brick Taoist courtyard on the peak, the yard is full of weeds and wild flowers inside and outside, it seems that it has been barren for a long time.

At this time, the figure of a person in the courtyard flickered, and I saw him dancing with white hair, the blue light sword in his hand roaring, the sword qi overflowing, and the miscellaneous flowers and weeds in the courtyard were touched by the sword qi, and they flew down one after another.

The old man seemed to have infinite energy, the faster the sword dance, the faster the sword dance, the sword qi in the courtyard was vertical and horizontal, and the flowers and plants were flying all over the sky.

Why should the grass and trees be so devastated?

It's just because of the ups and downs of life in the hospital, and the depression in my heart is hard to eliminate. Only unbridled destruction seemed to be able to alleviate his depression a little, and make him feel a little more comfortable in his heart.

The venting continues, the falling flowers are flying, and the residual leaves are scattered!

Suddenly, the swordsman roared, his body turned suddenly, and the long sword was drawn, stabbing at a big pine tree like a canopy behind him!

"Snort~~~ Ping Pong ......" The long sword entered the wood three inches, and then there was a crisp sound, and it turned out that the long sword could not withstand the resistance and broke into two.

The crisp sound of the sword breaking, like a heavy hammer, looked at the old man's chest, he held the hilt of the sword in a daze, and still retained the posture of stabbing forward......

"Alas~" with a long sigh, just a dozen feet away from this courtyard, on the weeds of the human body, there was actually a person, an old Taoist priest......

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