Early the next morning, Yuan Ye came to the top of the mountain early and sat cross-legged on the boulder, breathing and calming his breath.

Five fingers push the abdomen, force split Huashan, the overlord takes off his robe, the overlord lifts the ding, Su Qin carries the sword, the golden turtle shines on the back, the dripping water pierces the stone, the snail digs the ground, the toad takes the cool, the carp plate seeds, the python goes out of the hole, the ape enters the hole, the pure yang lies down, the copper wall is iron, and the wind blows the willows.

As soon as this fifteen forms were completed, the field faced east, and the continuous flow of white and purple air was sucked into the mouth, and then the white robe around the body bulged, the misty qi on the top of the head rose, and the black hair was windless.

After a few breaths, the internal qi circulation pushes, and there is a faint roaring sound in the body, such as a mountain waterfall flying beads splashing jade, rushing down, and like a big river, surging endlessly, and finally straight like the huge waves of the sea, unstoppable.

Poof!

Half a foot of white gas erupted from the mouth of the field, and then the air currents of the 130 large holes around the body were agitated and shot out.

Under the morning sun, the top of this mountain was still shrouded in a thin morning mist, and at this time, he was guided by the agitation of the air jet around him, forming a small tornado that swept and circled on the top of this mountain, and the sound of whistling was endless.

Halfway up the mountain, on the square of the Zhenwu Palace, more than a dozen third-generation disciples who had been practicing here in the morning faintly heard the roar from the top of the mountain, and they all looked back at the top of the mountain.

I saw that between the few clouds and mist, the clouds and mist suddenly swirled and scattered like an inverted bowl, and suddenly gathered and formed like a funnel.

Everyone was shocked, amazed, and secretly sighed that the ancestor's miraculous skills were ancient and modern, like heaven and man.

At the same time, they were also secretly glad that they could worship Wudang, thinking that they would be able to learn such a miracle in the future, and they all yearned for it.

"Okay, okay, give me serious practice, don't be distracted anymore", seeing that these three generations of disciples stopped their movements one by one, looking at the top of the mountain, Song Yuanqiao shouted loudly.

It's just that although his face is calm, his heart is equally shocked.

"The little junior brother really deserves to be a martial arts wizard praised by the master, and in just a few years, he has cultivated the Wudang Pure Yang Wuji Gong to such a realm, which is really embarrassing for us senior brothers", Song Yuanqiao thought in his heart.

However, although his heart was shocked and his junior brother was young, and after completing his internal cultivation, he could compare to him for one or two decades of penance, but he did not have the slightest jealousy, only full of joy.

I am glad that Wudang will have another great master in the future.

The seven second-generation disciples of the Wudang faction, except for the Yuan Ye, were all carefully selected and included by Zhang Sanfeng.

The character and qualifications are all superior, so the brothers get along harmoniously and lovingly, and they all regard the rest of the brothers as siblings.

There is no intrigue between other sects, open and secret fighting, and even secretly hurting all kinds of filth of killers.

Song Yuanqiao scolded, and the three generations of disciples came back to their senses, and they all concentrated on practicing fist and foot swordsmanship.

Wangzhi is full of vigor and vigor, and he has a little more high morale than just now.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao's face was slightly softened, and he was very relieved, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "In a few years, these disciples have achieved martial arts, coupled with the increasing profundity of their junior brothers' kung fu, and there are geniuses like the little junior brothers, when the time comes, the Wudang faction will be greatly prosperous and prestige in the rivers and lakes, and there is no need to rely only on the support of the master's prestige."

Speaking of the two ends, on the top of the mountain, on the cliff and the boulder, the field is reaping the benefits, and the skin around the body is as clear as jade, and the face is full of red light.

A pair of pure white eyes are breathtaking, and it looks like an electric shock.

But because the higher his kung fu, the stronger his spiritual strength becomes, and he can unconsciously give people strong mental pressure.

When the breath around the body was stable, feeling the powerful internal force of the meridians around the body, the corners of Yuan Ye's mouth were slightly raised, but he was a little more looking forward to the next martial arts.

Yuan Ye jumped off the boulder, he did not learn light skills, but only instilled internal force in his legs and feet to resist the impact of jumping from a boulder five or six meters high.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, leaving two footprints on the stone, and the field stood firmly.

Then he walked to the side path, he wanted to go to the master to say goodbye first, and then go down the mountain to find the second senior brother to practice martial arts.

The deceased is like a husband! Day and night!

Time flies, two years go by in a flash.

At this time, it has entered the cold winter wax moon, Wudang Mountain is an empty mountain and lonely, covered in silver, birds and finches have already returned to their nests, or flew to the warmer south, and the mountain beasts have long been hidden in the dry holes of grass and trees or between the mountain caves, and there are few traces.

On the top of Wudang Mountain, the sword is shining at this time.

Looking at it or elegant, free, or the sword is full of energy, like a god slashing, like a thunderbolt, unstoppable, or the sword body trembles lightly, and the sound of hissing is endless.

Or as the sword body bends and winds, the tip of the sword is often stabbed from an incredible angle, making people dazzled, not like a sword, but more like a soft long whip.

Half an hour later, the sword light dissipated, and the snow was still fluttering, and the sun shone brightly, and the colorful light shone brightly, which was beautiful.

And in this light, there was a young man standing with a sword, the young man's face was like jade, his long black hair was tied behind him, fluttering, and a wisp of forehead fluttered slightly.

A pair of pure white eyes, but there is a bit of breathtaking feeling in the plain.

This young man is the wilderness, and in the past two years, the wilderness seems to have returned to the days of studying hard in the third year of high school in his previous life.

He first learned from his second senior brother Yu Lianzhou that Zhenshan Iron Palm, Wudang Long Fist, Wudang Thirty-two Style Mianzhang, Tiger Claw Hand, Tiger Claw Absolute Hand, Twelve Style Yin and Yang Hand, Twenty-four Style Crane Beak Strength Point Dragon Leaping Trick, and Wuji Xuangong Fist.

Among them, the Wudang 32-style cotton palm, tiger claw hand, and tiger claw hand are Yu Lianzhou's housekeeping skills.

The Tiger Claw Absolute Hand is Yu Lianzhou's change from the Wudang faction's grappling technique, the Tiger Claw Hand.

At that time, Yu Lianzhou suspected that the tiger claw hand might not be able to capture the skill, so he created twelve new moves from it, but it was a trick to take people's waist and eyes, which could make the enemy lose the yin and the heir.

Later, Zhang Sanfeng once commented that this skill was too damaging and ruthless, so he added two self-exclusions on the basis of the tiger claw hand, and warned him not to use it at will.

When Yuan Ye was a beginner, he was also warned by his senior brother that when he fought against others, he should not use this martial art at will unless he had to, and Yuan Ye of course agreed seriously.

However, Yuan Ye thought to himself at the time: "This kind of kung fu is a good kung fu, like Yin Zhiping and others, you have to give him a few more claws in order to repay his bitter revenge in his previous life."

After that, Yuan Ye learned the Rouyun swordsmanship, Yangyang Liangyi swordsmanship, the thirteen swords of the Shenmen, and the seventy-two finger winding swords from the senior brother Song Yuanqiao, and learned the longitudinal cloud ladder of Wudang light skills from the sixth senior brother Yin Liting.

Even the third senior brother Yu Daiyan, who was quadriplegic, carefully guided him to learn his proud knife technique: the Xuanxu Knife Technique.

Yuan Ye was even more grateful for this, and decided to go to the disciples of the King Kong Gate as soon as possible, retrieve the black jade intermittent ointment, and heal the injuries of the third senior brother Yu Daiyan.

Since then, Yuan Ye has finally become a second-generation disciple of the Wudang faction, in addition to Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the Wudang faction, who basically understands the martial arts of the Wudang faction.

The senior brothers were also dumbfounded by his shocking talent for martial arts, but none of them had the slightest jealousy, and they were all genuinely happy.

After the drill was completed one by one, Yuan Ye collected his sword and stood, and after dozens of breaths, the snow in the sky finally fell completely, and Yuan Ye waved his backhand, and the long sword in his hand shot out.

Qiang ......!

In the blink of an eye, the sword was fired into the scabbard inserted into the stone slab on the cliff.

After concentrating for a moment, Yuan Ye began to practice his fists and feet again.

The snow on the boulder, which had just been calm, fluttered again, or scattered in all directions, or converged between his palms, and the surrounding air also exploded with a series of crackling sounds.

It was a full hour before Yuan Ye retracted his fist again.

A moment later, the white gas around him suddenly steamed, and it was the internal force around him that stirred, and the hot gas rose like a furnace, so that the snowflakes in the sky instantly turned into snow water, and then steamed into white mist.

After quietly looking at the beautiful scenery he had created for a while, he smiled and jumped off the boulder.

With the toes in the air, the field had jumped ten feet away, and with a slight pull of his right hand, the long sword that had been inserted in the stone slab flew out in an instant, and he firmly grasped it in his hand.

Jumping off the ground, tapping on his toes again, the field flew up again, and walked along the mountain path, towards the courtyard where the master lived.