The mountain peaks were plowed deep into a ravine.

Zhang Zhenwu was finally pulled out of the pit by Mu Yan, and he was very embarrassed.

"Are you still fighting?" Mu Yan said.

Zhang Zhenwu waved his hand, although he said that he didn't do his best just now, Mu Yan also had many useless means.

"As you can see, once the power is too strong, Tai Chi loses its meaning. Zhang Zhenwu said bitterly.

Mu Yan nodded, he was better than the strength of his physical body just now, if Zhang Zhenwu had taken precautions, I am afraid he would not have lost so embarrassed.

Zhang Zhenwu looked Mu Yan up and down, and said: "It's really terrifying, now I announce that you have passed the final assessment, and you will be the head of Wudang in the future." ”

Mu Yan looked at his colorful and rippling eyes, and had a strange feeling of falling into a pit.

"I want to tell the world that the succession ......ceremony of the head of the family will be held," Zhang Zhenwu was still talking.

"Wait, let's keep it simple, don't be so high-profile. When it came to the succession ceremony, Mu Yan seemed to be evoked a shadow, and said hurriedly.

Zhang Zhenwu nodded in surprise and followed Mu Yan's opinion.

It only took a day, and everyone in Wudang knew that this new boy had become their leader.

At first, there were still unconvinced voices.

But the disciples who witnessed their battle were all deeply impressed by Mu Yan.

This battle has been hyped into more than a dozen versions, such as Mu Yan's great might, slapping the ancestor with one palm, and almost stepping on the ancestor with one foot...... The preaching is like a god.

Some rumors even reached Mu Yan's ears.

He smiled wryly and shook his head, if he continues to talk, I'm afraid he will be an alien.

At this time, Mu Yan was already in retreat in the depths of the Wudang Hall.

In front of him lay a few thin pamphlets, the pages a little yellowed, but they contained a supreme meaning.

It is Wudang's practice "Xiantian Gong".

Mu Yan This is the first time he has come into contact with the exercises.

Like fighting techniques, there are four levels of exercises: low, medium, high, and super.

This immortal heavenly skill is a super-grade exercise.

The so-called exercises are to boil oneself, forge the supreme foundation, and finally reach the level of returning to the basics and the unity of heaven and man.

To put it bluntly, the stronger the exercises, the stronger the fighting spirit, and the more powerful the fighting skills.

Mu Yan hadn't learned any exercises, so the intensity of his fighting spirit was just the appearance of an ordinary junior Tianzun.

He can crush his peers, relying on a powerful star god body, and many other means.

If the exercises are profound, then his strength can be taken to a higher level.

Most of the sect's disciples have been practicing the exercises since childhood, laying a good foundation, and when they awaken their fighting spirits at the age of sixteen and obtain the fighting yuan, it will be extremely easy to condense their fighting qi.

Mu Yan was already one step behind them.

However, the exercises are not achieved overnight, but are a process of slow boiling, focusing on cultivation.

Therefore, Mu Yan is not too bad.

He looked at the exercises of Xiantian Gong and slowly entered a meditative state.

Three days later!

Countless disciples were cultivating on the top of the mountain, and suddenly found that in the distant sky, there were layers of fluctuations, and there were even ripples in the air, which could even be seen with the naked eye.

Immediately after, endless dark clouds condensed, covering the long dome, and the sky instantly darkened.

Thunder and thunder fell, bringing one sound after another, and thunder shook for nine days!

I saw that above the void, black and white divine light slowly converged.

Immediately afterward, it slowly turned into a ring-shaped chaotic thing, rising wildly in the wind.

Soon it condensed into an entity, and this huge thing like a grinding disc turned out to be a Taiji diagram!

On it, the black and white yin and yang fish are turning around and trying to hug, end to end.

"Oh my God, what's that?" exclaimed a disciple.

On a lonely mountain peak, Zhang Zhenwu looked up at the sky, with endless shock in his eyes!

"That is the ultimate meaning of Xiantiangong - the heart of Tai Chi!"

He muttered something incredulous.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, the old man has been practicing Immortal Heavenly Skill for more than two hundred years, and he can only be worthy of the fifth layer, how did he learn the seventh layer?" Zhang Zhenwu was completely stunned.

Legend has it that the cultivation of immortal heaven and earth to the highest level of the seventh layer can unite heaven and man, and every gesture can lead to the general trend of heaven and earth, and even inspire the heart of Tai Chi!

Today, this huge Taiji diagram stretches across the sky, with endless black and white glow sprinkling, looking incomparably vast.

What is Tai Chi?

Tai Chi is the limit, the highest pinnacle of martial arts.

There are thousands of martial arts in the world, starting with Tai Chi and ending with Tai Chi.

Tai Chi is also the origin.

Zhang Zhenwu looked at the distance stupidly, shrouded in black and white glow, as if he was in a misty hall, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Mu Yan, to describe him as a genius is to belittle him, this is simply a god!"

At this moment, in the depths of the main hall, Mu Yan was still cultivating with his eyes closed.

In the sea of souls, the Saint King Sword and the Demon Yuan Sword transformed into the Thunder Strike Wood Fighting Soul were constantly flickering, and they seemed to contain endless wonderful meanings.

At this time, Mu Yan opened his eyes, and all the coercion was taken back.

The heart of Tai Chi hanging on the canopy of the sky slowly dissipated, the endless dark clouds faded, and the sky was spotless again, thousands of miles blue.

"It doesn't seem difficult to practice the exercises. Mu Yan muttered to himself strangely.

Prior to this, Zhang Zhenwu had told him that Xiantiangong was divided into seven layers, the first layer in ten years, and the second layer in twenty years...... He is so old that he has only learned the fifth layer, and it is estimated that he will live to be old enough to learn the seventh layer.

"This old Taoist priest is not entertaining me. Mu Yan shook his head and said to himself.

If Zhang Zhenwu heard this, he would definitely beat his chest in anger, why did Mu Yan learn the exercises so quickly?

Or is it the old saying, in martial arts, what kind of science is spoken?

Mu Yan raised his hand slightly, such a small movement, but it caused waves in the space.

He secretly urged, and the fighting energy in his body rolled in like a storm, reaching an astonishing level in an instant.

The whole hall is shaking!

"My fighting spirit is several times stronger!" Mu Yan was surprised and delighted.

When fighting with people, you don't have to use many means, and you don't even have to use physical power, you can easily crush it with just coercion.

Next, Mu Yan spent another day mastering the fighting skills of Wudang, especially the unsecret legend "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky".

Mu Yan was already good at using swords, he first entered the world of martial arts, and he was also proficient in the "Immortal Swordsmanship", in fact, it was only the most basic sword moves, and now the level has increased several times, and the fighting spirit is strong, and those basic swordsmanship are no longer enough.

But now, with the Flying Immortals Outside the Sky, Mu Yan's sword will be even sharper.

Walking out of the main hall, Mu Yan's eyes were sharp, and his body exuded an unfathomable aura!

This time, he gained a lot, if he fought Ye Wushuang again, he was confident that he would be able to kill in an instant.

"It's time to find Yan Luotian to settle the score. ”

Mu Yan had a confident look in his eyes, like a pearl of wisdom in his hand.