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This time walking the rivers and lakes, Meng Yuan gradually blended his own various learnings, gradually merged and produced his own unique system, the martial arts he had learned, the barriers and barriers between each other began to be broken one by one, eliminated, this road to the end, that is, Meng Yuan has got rid of the predecessors, completely belongs to his own palm, swordsmanship, knife skills, light skills, internal skills, etc., this is his way.

It was also through this trip that in addition to firming up his own path, he also sorted out his own shortcomings, such as although the true qi of the wedding dress and the true qi of Mingyu have been practiced to the highest level, but they have not reached the peak, and the too strong true qi attributes, although they are powerful against the enemy, they are not even as good as ordinary low-level internal strength in pranayama and healing. According to the description of Mixed Yuan Gong, this kung fu should be practiced to the point that the true qi of the three attributes can be transformed into each other as you like, so that the ice and charcoal are in the same furnace, yin and yang are integrated, and the two instruments are returned to Taiji, and then Taiji returns to the innate Wuji, and finally becomes the Cheng dù of the mixed yuan and one qi, which can be regarded as a real Dacheng.

On the way of swords, he first slashed and then swords, and each reached a considerable height, but it is still far from the realm of returning to the true sword, the sword is not a sword, and the heart is still far from the realm of the sword, especially in swordsmanship, the day of immersion is too short, and the sword intent is only the first glimpse of the door.

There is no end to the way of martial arts, the farther you go, the more difficult the road ahead, and when he is improving, other people are also improving.

When Chen Ping took Gan Mingzhu and returned to Bule Island in the South China Sea again, a banquet was being held on a small island once named Xia Ke Island in another plot world.

In any world, banquets are not uncommon, they are attended by all kinds of people, some are delightful, some are disgusting, and the same is true of banquets, most of the time, it brings joy, but sometimes, it also means sadness.

There is something special about this banquet, and by special it means that it is not held in a hall or restaurant, as is the case with most banquets, but on a mountain cliff.

This is a mountain cliff that flies like a cloud, at the top of the mountain. A flat stone, as good as jade, not many feet wide.

On top of this platform, there was a large round table, which could seat seventeen or eighteen people, but at this time, there were only seven large rosewood chairs around.

At this time, the two main seats in the center were empty, and on the two sides, there were already four people seated.

Sitting at the bottom is a pretty girl in purple, who looks like she is only twenty-eight years old, with a bright face, bright eyes, her eyes are full of cunning, and she seems to be smiling between her eyebrows, but people can occasionally feel a chill.

In her hand, she was clutching a butterfly, and the poor worm, as if sensing her miserable fate, was struggling hard.

The girl stretched out her other white and tender little hand, and in an incomparably light way, slowly tore off the butterfly's wings, piece by piece, and then carefully sandwiched them into a booklet bound with silk, and after completing this qiē, she waved her little hand and threw the butterfly's bare body off the cliff.

"It's really boring, Brother Lianhua, do you know what Boss Zhuo called us over, what is it for?" Ah Zi finished abusing the butterfly, raised his head, looked at the upper position with watery eyes, and a graceful man in scarlet clothes snorted.

Wang Lianhua was holding a thin piece of things in her hand, and was using a wolf pen to concentrate on smearing something on it, and frowned when she heard the sound: "Xiao Ah Zi, how many times have I said, don't disturb me when I am preparing the human skin mask, you must know that every stroke and stroke needs to be done in one go to be perfect, and if you disturb it, this mask will be wasted." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and the human skin mask turned into countless fragments, and he raised his head and said:

"Boss Zhuo's thoughts, I'm too lazy to guess, if you really want to know, it's best to ask Boss Zhuo yourself."

He thought for a while, and said: "Of course, if you don't dare to go, you can also ask Sun Lao'er, this old man's martial arts are not very good, but his vision is very wide, as long as you have silver, and say two nice words in a loud voice, are you afraid that you can't ask something?" ”

As he spoke, he took out another box and fiddled with it.

"Ugh"

Ah Zi still had to say something, but swallowed it honestly, among these people on the island, Wang Lianhua is the one who has the best friendship with her, but it is only limited to saying two words, if she doesn't know how to advance or retreat, the other party has more than a hundred ways to clean herself up.

Her gaze swept across the table and fell on the two men on the other side, one of whom was almost slumped in his chair, staring at a glass of wine on the table with stunned eyes, and then took a breath, and the glass flew to his lips as if it were being held by a rope, and was drained in one gulp, and the man exhaled again, and the glass flew back to the table slowly.

In one of his hands, he carried a wine jug, and at this time, with one finger, he put it on the bottom of the jug, and there was a clear wine spring, which was poured into the wine glass until it was full and did not overflow.

And under him was an old man, thin and short, with a big head, and a brocade robe on his body, which had faded to its original color for a long time.

Maybe he had been waiting for a while, and his energy was low, and the old man sat in the chair, his head little by little, like a kowtow worm, and there was a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth, dripping down.

Ah Zi glanced at the two of them, stuck out her tongue, and grimaced.

These 6 chicks and her are a little incompatible, and their martial arts are frighteningly high, they are one of the two people she is most reluctant to provoke on this island, and this old man Sun and 6 chicks have always been angry with one nostril, Ah Zi once made some pranks, such as putting a scorpion in his wine pot or something, but somehow, it was himself who was poisoned, although there was an antidote, he was sad for most of the day.

6 Xiaofeng suddenly raised his head and said, "It's almost time." ”

"What?" Ah Zi raised his head, and then he saw another person, he was very tall, wearing a brand new white dress, from head to toe, from ** to socks, it was white. A white ribbon tied up his jet-black head, he should have just taken a bath, and his body still had a faint fragrance of gardenias.

But most people don't pay attention to this, this man has starry eyes, white hands, slender and powerful fingers, and neatly trimmed nails. At his waist, he wore a long sword, indicating his identity.

He is a swordsman, he is the god of swords, he is Simon blowing snow.

"I'm coming."

He said three words, then walked to 6 Xiaofeng's side and sat down.

"Hehe, Simon is also here, it's good, everyone is here."

As Simon sat down, a clear, magnetic voice rang out, and then two more people appeared in the field.

The person who walked in front of him, dressed in a high crown, was in his early forties, classical and elegant, and on his body, he had an inexplicable bearing, as if he was born in a high position. But in the same body, there is another temperament, which is gentle and generous, a gentleman of Dundun, gentle and modest like jade.

And beside him, there is a middle-aged man, who gives the impression that he is purple.

Outside the purple brocade robe, he was draped in a purple sable coat, and on the scarf on his head was inlaid with a purple jade, and in his right hand, he was holding a cane of rosewood, which seemed to have a disabled foot, and in his left hand, he was carrying an old box. His eyes were not large, but they were full of the light of wisdom, and this kind of light could only be seen occasionally in the eyes of peerless wisdom.

"Boss Zhuo!"

This purple-robed man is naturally the leader of this mysterious force, Zhuo Dong, who is known as the purple qi coming from the east, is here, and what is a little surprising is that he did not go to the main seat, but gave the main seat to Wuji.

"From today onwards, I will relinquish my position as leader, and Mowgli will be our new leader." Zhuo Donglai nodded to his master.

Five pairs of eyes swept over the two of them, some were as gentle as spring water, some were faint, some were like nothing, and some were like sharp swords, making people feel a burst of coldness and coldness.

No one spoke, but they were waiting for an explanation.

"I'm more suited to the position of a think tank in the team than a leader, and we need a leader who can stand in front of people, and among us, there is no one more suitable than Mowgli."

Zhuo Donglai paused and said: "On this island, there has always been a biggest secret, and the person who unlocked this secret is the real owner of this island, and now, this secret has been solved by Wuji, so he is the person we are waiting for." ”

After speaking, he sat down and looked at Wuji on the side.

"First of all, Wuji would like to thank you for the grace of recreation, the previous Wuji, also was bound by the lock of fame and profit, and also indulged in the joy of dogs and horses, although there is a little fame, but it is a busy life, until the last day, and failed to achieve great things. It was the gentlemen who gave Wuji a new life, so that Wuji could open his eyes to see the truth of this world, and for this reason, he should float with you. ”