The more Gao Ren thought about it, the more he felt that the Huashan School was a treasure mountain, and its cultivation exercises were unique, and they had already competed with the Taoist exercises represented by Wudang and the Buddhist exercises represented by Shaolin.

It has formed a unique practice represented by Yangwu Sword and Mixed Yuan Gong, which integrates Confucian concepts, and from this point alone, the Huashan School has deserved the name of its Confucianism and Taoism.

It is a pity that the descendants of the Huashan faction are affected by the prevailing environment of science in the whole society, and they are in Lushan but do not know the true face of Lushan, so that they sit on Baoshan and do not know it.

Obviously, his own family has exercises that are no worse than Shaolin Yijin Jing and Wudang Taiji Sword, but he regards these exercises as a big road and thinks about the Laoshizi Sunflower Treasure Book.

Thinking of this, Gao Ren was not only angry, but also took it as a lesson and reflected on himself.

He reflected in his heart for a while, whether he also had such a problem, and whether he should have done better.

He thought that all along, he hated his mediocre qualifications, so that the progress of martial arts was slow.

But now that he thinks about it, he thinks that his original idea was really unreasonable.

Why didn't he think about it, this might be because he was too passive on the martial arts path before.

You must know that before this, even the true qi with the meaning of Haoran that he practiced by cultivating the Cultivation Sword was only cultivated by luck under the influence of the original world.

He hadn't taken the initiative to think about it before, whether it was the cultivation of my swordsmanship or the mixed yuan palm, when cultivating, he should not only emphasize its form, but also its spirit.

Only by achieving the unity of form and spirit, and the cultivation of spirit, qi and spirit, can we master its essence and achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivating.

If it weren't for the master to wake him up all this, I'm afraid he would still be in a mess at this moment.

When he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel an urgent desire to take the initiative.

So he subconsciously took advantage of the lingering rhyme of reciting the righteous song just now, and emptied his body and mind and integrated into it.

This time it was amazing, like a spark splashed into the oil, and there was a violent reaction in the ground.

At this moment, Gao Ren seemed to hear a gale roaring in his ears, and the blood in his body was like ten thousand horses galloping.

The internal force is mighty and mighty, like the Yellow River, roaring along the twelve meridians around the body, and it only takes a few breaths to enter the quadruple of the day after tomorrow.

At this time, Gao Ren's profound internal skills cultivated in the fourteen years of retreat in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu made up for the Haoran divine will that had been absent at this moment, and he came to life as if he had a spiritual rhyme.

Just when Gao Ren escaped into an indescribable ethereal state, Yue Buqun and the others who were being trained with their heads bowed wondered, how could they be silent after training.

Yue Buqun felt even more strange, and said in his heart: "Big brother, the younger brother is sincerely listening to your teachings, how can you just stop here?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up and couldn't help but be surprised.

I saw that Gao Ren's body was full of true energy, mighty and mighty, like an immortal riding the wind. The wolf smoke on the top of the head rushes into the sky, like a lonely smoke in the desert.

"It's... This is a sign that the internal strength is about to be perfected. ”

Hearing Yue Buqun's surprised voice, Feng Buping also raised his head, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

It seemed that he had made the right choice just now, and after Gao Ren recited the righteous song, he felt a sense of divine intent lingering around him.

That's why when Gao Ren told him that even if the brothers were on the wall, they should work together to resist their insults, he felt a bad feeling in the dark.

This feeling made him feel like he was in the midst of a major moment of making a life-and-death decision, the tension and excitement of accompanying the death crisis and major opportunity, step by step, firmly grasped his heart and made him unable to breathe for a moment.

A voice in the darkness told him that if he really said 'no' and was unwilling to insult him, then he would miss out on a great opportunity.

Not only does it linger around him, allowing him to enter a wonderful realm, but the divine will that makes him come alive again with his long-standing internal strength will leave him, and even the Sword Sect that he has been thinking about reviving will also collapse and never have a chance to rise again.

Thinking of this, he became excited again, he had made the right choice after all.

When I thought of Gao Ren's cultivation of True Qi, it was about the same as him, but he was only familiar with some unknown tricks in Huashan Martial Arts, which was far superior to him in terms of quality.

If he could learn these tricks from Gao Ren and understand the secrets of how to take the initiative to obtain that divine will and apply it to his cultivation, wouldn't it mean that he would be able to enter the realm of transformation like Gao Ren?

Thinking of this, every cell in Feng Buping's body trembled with excitement.

At this moment, I am not only unhappy, but I am glad and excited that I have made the right choice.

Even Ling Hu Chong, who has always been a hanger, is also inexplicably surprised at this moment.

How old is his master, even if he has the ability to stay in the face, he is at most a few years older than his master, and he is close to fifty years old.

But the famous masters of the transformation of the rivers and lakes, such as the Shaolin Fangzheng master, which did not start at the age of sixty.

Another example is his mysterious and unpredictable Uncle Fengtai, according to his own speculation, he is also around seventy or eighty years old.

If he, the uncle, achieves the realm at the age of fifty, it will be a great event in the rivers and lakes.

But if he knew, his uncle's actual age was younger than him, less than twenty, and he was probably so shocked that his jaw would fall.

"It's a pity, it's still a little bit close." Just when everyone was shocked, a faint sigh came, with great regret.

When everyone came back to their senses, Gao Ren had already adjusted his breath and slowly exhaled, his breath was like an arrow, and when people saw it, they didn't know it.

"Please also ask the eldest brother to be merciful and pass on the true meaning of Huashan martial arts."

At this time, when Yue Buqun saw that the Huashan faction's real name was unknown, the Mixed Yuan Gong and Yangwu Sword were in Gao Ren's hands, and they were so powerful, comparable to Wudang Taiji and Shaolin Yijin, his eyes were about to pop out.

Where can he still sit still, for the sake of the future of the Huashan faction, he can't care about the face of being the head of the house, so he immediately hugged his fists, knelt on one knee, and prayed to Gao Ren.

Others, such as Ning Zhongze, the disciples of the Huashan Sect Qi Sect led by Ling Hu Chong, saw that Yue Buqun, who was the head of the sect, all knelt, where did they dare not kneel, only to hear the sound of puffs, and they all knelt.

"Please also ask Brother Gao to have mercy on me Huashan and give me the true meaning of Huashan martial arts."

At this time, Feng Buping saw Yue Buqun, whom he usually looked down on, and even gave up his face as the head of the Huashan faction for the sake of the Huashan faction, and couldn't help but sigh to himself.

At that moment, he also pulled Cong Bu and Cheng Bu Worry together, knelt down with a puff, and prayed to Gao Ren with the people of the Qi Sect.

Gao Ren was suddenly confused by the people of the Huashan faction, looking at the people who were kneeling on the ground in Hula, he felt that he couldn't get off the stage.

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh in his heart: If people don't have a face, they are invincible, and this sincerity will not deceive me!