Ziyang Zhenren is not only the head of the Wudang faction, but also enjoys great prestige in the entire martial arts, it can be said that half of the power of the Wudang faction is supported by Ziyang Zhenren.

Ziyang Zhenren is recognized as the number one master in the world in the entire martial arts.

Zhuo Bufan, as the eldest disciple of Ziyang Zhenren in this life, understands the horror of his master even more.

Ziyang Zhenren's martial arts are completely worthy of his honorific title of the first person in the world, according to Zhuo Bufan's feelings, Ziyang Zhenren's martial arts are completely to the extent that he was in his previous life when he was demonic.

If he wants to catch up, Zhuo Bufan estimates that he will need more than ten years to accumulate, which is still an advantage that he himself does not have in others.

But the most important thing missing now is time.

For Zhuo Bufan, he only has two options now, one is to become the real number one in the world, and the other is to kill the number one in the world.

The former one is difficult, he doesn't have that much time, and the latter one is not easy, but he has some certainty.

As long as there are more masters killed, the title of the number one in the world will fall to him sooner or later.

Looking into the distance, Zhuo Bufan said in his heart: "Perhaps, it's almost time for me to appear!" ”

In the Daba Mountains along the border of Sichuan and Shaanxi provinces, there is a group of people and horses, in front of which are several majestic martial artists, in the middle of an open-top mule cart, sitting a gentleman who is nearly sixty years old, with a leather jacket and cape, and a graceful attitude, he is the outgoing governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, Zhuo Zhonglian, and the grandfather of Zhuo Bufan and Zhuo Yihang.

It was not only the dart-headed martial artist invited by Zhuo Zhonglian who accompanied him, but also a young man riding a tall horse with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, he was Geng Shaonan, Zhuo Bufan's fellow disciple, and Zhuo Yihang's fellow disciple.

This Geng Shaonan is also worthy of being a disciple of Wudang, but for a few days, the few dart-headed martial artists invited by Zhuo Zhonglian are very respectful to him.

This is what surprised Zhuo Zhonglian.

Along the way, he had a lot of small talk with Geng Shaonan. found that Geng Shaonan was a little literate and ink, so he thought that he was a student who studied and read, but he practiced martial arts. In Zhuo Zhonglian's mind, a young man of this age has both literature and martial arts, so he is so distracted. It involves a lot of energy, which is really inappropriate.

Although Geng Shaonan has some understanding of the meaning of books and scriptures, he is not profound, and he is much worse than many other students of the same age.

This is also Zhuo Zhonglian's belief that even if Geng Shaonan's martial arts are good, he is too good to be good.

And seeing that the darthead martial artists he invited were so respectful to Geng Shaonan, he would be so surprised.

At this time, there were bandits everywhere in the world, and along the way, although there were pro-soldiers and dart masters to escort them, Zhuo Zhonglian was still a little worried.

this day. The convoy was about to pass through Baxia Pass, and the dart-headed warriors in the convoy were all vigilant, which was one of the favorite places for those bandits to commit crimes on weekdays.

At this time, two fast horses galloped past on the post road on the side of the mountain, making the dart masters in the team all look solemn.

As soon as Geng Shaonan saw it, he gently stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What?" ”

The most prestigious of them all, the old dartman, said: "That's Xichuan Shuangsha!" ”

Geng Shaonan suddenly understood, he had also walked on the rivers and lakes for some time, and he still had some knowledge of Xichuan Shuangsha: "It turned out to be Xichuan Shuangsha, I heard that they have some attainments in iron sand palms, but they have to pay attention!" ”

But they were on their side. The fast horse of the Xichuan Shuangsha galloped all the way without stopping.

Although it was a little puzzled, it also relieved the dart-headed martial artists in the team who often ran the rivers and lakes, and the old darthead even said to himself: "It seems that he is not preparing to commit a crime!" ”

Geng Shaonan was also relieved. However, he didn't say much, he only went to gallop to Zhuo Zhonglian's mule cart, chatted softly with the old man again, and casually explained what had just happened, so as to calm the old man's heart.

But. Not long after, several more riders galloped past the convoy.

The well-informed old darts in the team all know these people, and they are all famous and surnamed green forest figures in the northwest.

However, today, these people seem to have taken the wrong medicine, as if they did not see the convoy, if it was in the past, these people would have pounced on them like wild dogs grabbing food, and they would not stop without biting.

That's what makes the old dart head weird.

The convoy continued to move forward, and it was already dusk, the old dart head looked at the sky, looked at the road, and said: "Brothers, everyone work hard, as long as you pass the Qipan Pass in front of you and arrive at Qiangning Town, you can rest!" ”

Many people in the team were in a state of shock, and the fatigue of the day's journey was temporarily suppressed.

And the experienced dart masters in the team have also raised their vigilance in their hearts, this is about to pass by the Qipanguan mountain road is narrow, leaning on the mountain and facing the river, and the cliffs on both sides are as high as a hundred zhang, it is a dangerous place, if it is ambushed, that

After entering Qipanguan, not only the mountain road is narrow, but also the river water under the cliff can be seen to restrain the cliff into a rapids that is only five or six zhang wide, rushing out in the valley, like ten thousand horses taking off, and the water splashes into a thick fog.

Although it has a different scenery, it can also be seen that it is steep.

A group of people passed the Qipan Pass, just out of the pass, not waiting for them to relax, but they saw the first half of the mile in the place, there was a white horse walking slowly, immediately the person was dressed in white, with a white horse, even more chic and elegant.

Zhuo Zhonglian saw that this person was walking alone on this mountain post road, and the first impression of this person was good, so he was moved by compassion and said to Geng Shaonan: "This person is like a scholar, alone and unaccompanied, so it is not dangerous. How about we catch up and go with him? ”

Geng Shaonan shook his head, he didn't think like Zhuo Zhonglian, on the contrary, he thought that people who dared to walk alone on this mountain post road were by no means as simple as they seemed on the surface.

At this moment, I saw a sudden dust rise in front of me, and more than a dozen riders rushed out from the side of the mountain pass, all of whom rushed to the white-clothed and white-horse young man who looked like a scholar in front of him.

In front was a dozen riders who suddenly rushed out, and behind was Zhuo Zhonglian's forward convoy.

Seeing that the young man had no way to retreat and no way to advance, just when Zhuo Zhonglian was also worried about the young man, he saw the young man scream, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and the white horse suddenly rose into the air, like a meteor, and actually jumped over the rapids of five or six zhang, flew over the river, and reached the opposite bank.

The dozen or so riders who rushed to see their target flee, and although they were skilled in riding, none of them could be sure that they would let their mounts fly over the five or six feet of the rapids like the boy had just done.

Seeing that the boy arrived on the other side, they also knew that even if they turned around now, they would not be able to catch up.

However, although they ran the target, these people were still a little unwilling. (To be continued.) )