Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue were both slightly silent, they were defeated not by their sword path, but by the fact that someone had gone further than them in the sword path and found a direction for the next step.

They are in a state of no sword, and the road without a sword and no move may not be suitable for them, but victory is victory, defeat is defeat, the arrogant Ye Gucheng disdains to quibble, what other day, he must surpass the sword path in front of him, and create the sixth realm, the seventh realm, and even the tenth realm.

They compare the kendo perception of the present, not the future.

If so, that person will fight to the death with himself, and if he dies, he will die, and there will be no way forward.

After Ye Gucheng came down from the martial arts platform, Yang Guo also walked down, and he went up, just to prove that Dugu Jiujian would not be defeated, and it was only those who used swordsmanship to lose.

After the two went down, on the competition platform, no one went up for a while, and the two of them connected, one of them had superb swordsmanship, and the other person's swordsmanship theory was even more incredible, how could they go up.

This is going up again, if there is too much difference with the first two, it is no longer famous, and if you are not careful, you will be scolded as a chicken.

"Is anyone else up there?" Zhou Yang sighed slightly, Yang Guo is really one of the few smart protagonists in Jin Yong's pen, glanced around, and asked, after reading the sword competition, do you want to have some other weapons?

"Amitabha." A gentle chanting of Buddha sounded in Zhou Yang's ears, and Zhou Yang was suddenly shocked, and turned his head a little stiffly.

A young monk dressed in a gray monk's robe walked towards him briskly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's good to meet you, owner." Monk Jueyuan said with some excitement, since all the martial arts cheats in the Zangjin Pavilion were lost, he couldn't sleep well, that day, after he left the Zangjing Pavilion, only Zhou Yang was in the Zangjing Pavilion, then, he must know who stole the secrets of the Zangjing Pavilion.

"Shopkeeper, did you find anyone entering the Scripture Pavilion that day?" Looking at Jue Yuan, who was looking at him expectantly, if Zhou Yang didn't know Jue Yuan's loyal character, he would have kicked it over a long time ago.

At the same time, there are also some headaches, the monks of the Shaolin Temple who are the Condor Heroes are probably far away, and they don't know that he "took" the secret book of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Ahem・・・・・・ I saw a black shadow that day, and the black shadow was very fast, and I didn't see who it was?" Zhou Yang is a little embarrassed, it is trouble to meet an honest person, he is honest, you are embarrassed to bully him.

"Then thank you, shopkeeper, the little monk went back." Monk Jueyuan, his eyes revealed a deep disappointment.

"Okay, Master Jueyuan, this Jiuyang Sutra and the Three Styles of Divine Palm, you can take it back to Shaolin Temple, tell your abbot, and say that I sent it." Zhou Yang took out two cheats from his arms and handed them to Monk Jueyuan.

The cheats of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, although they are gone, but most of the cheats, the monks of Shaolin Temple have practice, and they can copy a copy, so they will naturally not break the inheritance, and what they really lose is their long-cherished martial arts perception in Shaolin Temple.

"Shopkeeper, by all means, how can the Shaolin Temple take your cheats." Monk Jueyuan shook his head again and again and refused.

"Let you take it, you will take it, don't talk so much nonsense." Zhou Yang directly put the cheats in the arms of the stunned monk Jueyuan.

"I've seen the shopkeeper, I've met... Master Jueyuan." An old man with a white beard, a ruddy complexion, and a Taoist robe, came over at some point.

Monk Jueyuan scratched his bald head a little embarrassed, an immortal like the shopkeeper called him a master, how could this old man with white hair and fairy wind bones in front of him also call him a master.

"Name: Zhang Sanfeng.

Identity: Heaven and Dragon Slayer World, martial arts mythology. ”

"Yes, Senior Zhang." Zhou Yang bowed slightly, this is the real awesome character, in Jin Yong's martial arts, it can be said that it is clearly recorded that the longest living person, across the Condor, Yitian, two worlds.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a look of embarrassment, "Shopkeeper, I don't know if I can find someone to compete?" That person's realm has not yet reached the innate realm. ”

"I don't know who?" Zhou Yang was a little curious.

"Him." Following Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, Zhou Yang was slightly surprised that he turned out to be a little monk.

Jueyuan on the side was also a little curious, but this look, he was a little shocked, how could he have another self? It's just a slight age.

Next to him was a young novice who looked like he was in his teens, with big bright eyes and curiosity about his surroundings.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Yang's face was slightly strange, could it be that this Zhang Sanfeng still has any weird habits?

"Yes." Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently.

"Yes." Zhou Yang nodded lightly, and asked Zhang Sanfeng to accept his favor, and in the future, if he asked him for help, he would not be able to refuse.

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, his complexion changed slightly, there were bitterness, memories, unforgettable, sadness, and his eyes were mixed with various emotions.

"Wudang Tiyunzong!"

Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward gently, each step was very slow, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he walked to the sky step by step, and slowly walked to the competition platform in the sky.

"Who is this man?" Everyone was shocked, Zhou Yang was able to conjure up a martial arts platform, that is, everyone thought that his identity as an immortal was only in awe, and the old man in front of him was obviously a martial artist.

Looking at the sky, Zhang Sanfeng, who was calm and calm, Hou Zhu, the iron gall god, Zhuge Zhengme, Ye Gucheng on the side, and Ximen Blowing Snow, these peerless masters were all fiercely surprised in their hearts, this person's internal strength is thick, and his true qi is pure, he is simply the first person they have ever seen.

Among the people, it is not Zhang Sanfeng's internal force that is the thickest, but the iron gallant god Hou Zhu, who cultivates the Dafa of absorbing gong, ignores it, and does not know how many masters in the world have absorbed the internal force, his internal force is far more than a hundred years, but in terms of the purity of true qi, no one can compare to the white-haired Taoist in front of him.

"This is Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the Wudang faction?" A martial arts person from Heaven and Dragon Slayer was surprised and said that unlike Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang is a legend and a myth in the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Sanfeng is a living "god".

"Who is Zhang Sanfeng?" People from other worlds wondered.

As a result, the entire Wanjielou suddenly talked about it, and told the deeds he knew about Zhang Sanfeng, and the person in front of him turned out to be a grandmaster who had lived for a hundred years.

Hou Zhu, the iron gallant god under the arena, ignored it, his eyes revealed a fine light, the old Taoist in front of him was enough to fight him, and even Ximen Blowing Snow, a black sheath long sword with a strange form in his hand had already made a cheerful light sound.

"Everyone, be quiet, senior Zhang Sanfeng, I want to challenge one of the people under the stage." Zhou Yang said softly, Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, and at the same time, his eyes revealed a strong curiosity, who else could challenge this old man with terrifying internal strength in this martial arts competition.

"The little monk looking around below is you." Zhou Yang pointed and was looking around for the peerless master Xiao Shami who was going to be challenged.

Xiao Shami looked at Zhou Yang's finger with a stupid expression, and he was sure that the person he was referring to was him, because there was only a wall behind him.

"Could it be that this little novice is the reincarnation of Bodhidharma?" The people around him were a little unbelievable, otherwise, at his young age, what was worth it, the challenge of this martial arts myth.