In order to achieve the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation Realm, Zhang Wuji's daily time for cultivation began to decrease significantly.

The aura in his qi sea has turned into a lake, which is the limit of his qi cultivation realm that can be incorporated into the aura, and it is impossible for the qi sea to be further expanded before the foundation is built.

So he spent a lot of time polishing his sword skills and understanding kendo.

He had a hunch that since he had chosen kendo, the opportunity to forge a foundation in the future would definitely be related to the perception of kendo.

After the foundation is built, because there will be one more divine consciousness in addition to the five senses, the means of sword cultivation against the enemy will undergo earth-shaking changes, and the most fundamental thing is that the sword in hand is no longer the main attack sword, and the flying sword has become the mainstream.

These common-sense things, even if there is no kendo inheritance, Zhang Wuji understands them.

For Zhang Wuji, the luckiest thing for him was that he had a Qiankun sword qi in his body, and this Qiankun sword qi could replace his divine sense to control the flying sword.

This allowed him to practice the attacking technique of the flying sword in advance in the Great Perfection Realm of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Therefore, on the premise of not giving up practicing holding a black sword every day, Zhang Wuji began to think about creating a real flying sword for himself, rather than just a sword qi.

The material of the flying sword is important.

Zhang Wuji chose to choose and choose, and finally felt that the piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron that was the most suitable to build the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife.

This sword and sword are the weapons that are most friendly to sword qi except for the black iron sword.

The Black Iron Sword was too arrogant, and he couldn't practice it at all, so he could only retreat to the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife.

Zhang Wuji used two fire spirit stones to replace the Yitian Sword from Zhou Zhiruo's hand, and took back the Dragon Slayer Sword from his father-in-law.

Looking at these two famous divine weapons in the rivers and lakes before the revival of the aura, Zhang Wuji fell into deep thought.

The flying sword is different from the hand-held sword, it doesn't need a sword hilt, and it doesn't need such a long sword body, he only needs about a foot to do it, so for Zhang Wuji, the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Sword are too big.

But it doesn't matter, just use the spiritual fire to refine.

It just so happens that the hardness and sharpness of the two weapons are a bit unsightly for Zhang Wuji now.

Two years later, Zhang Wuji's flying sword was first formed.

Another embarrassing thing happened, his flying sword could not be retracted into his body like sword qi.

But it doesn't matter, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Zhang Wuji asked Xiao Zhao to sew himself a sword bag and hide it in the cuffs.

When you need to take out the sword, you only need to overhaul it, and the flying sword will be directly unsheathed.

When the sword is collected, the sleeves are flicked, and the flying sword is immediately closed.

But nothing else, it just looks like it's full of style, with a hint of the taste of a sword fairy.

Since returning from Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji has been in retreat at home for five years.

He only has one last kick left before the foundation building realm, but even this kick is the last kick at the door, and Zhang Wuji can't get past it.

So Zhang Wuji knew that he couldn't go on in retreat.

He needs to re-enter the rivers and lakes to confirm his sword spirit for more than 20 years of sword cultivation, and draw a successful end to this section of his rivers and lakes.

A month later, in front of the gate of the newly built Shaolin Temple in the Ottoman Empire, Zhang Wuji stood with a sword, his eyes full of war intent.

"Mingjiao advocated that Wuji came to visit Shaolin, and the bald donkeys came to fight. ”

A loud shout shook the earth, and suddenly made the entire Shaolin Temple jump with chickens and dogs.

Zhang Wuji looked at the open door of the cave, like the monks rushing out of the great enemy, and couldn't help but flash a trace of remembrance in his eyes.

Once upon a time, Master Tai took himself to visit Shaolin, wanting to obtain Shaolin Jiuyang Gong, but he waited at the gate for three days and three nights, but he didn't even see half a monk.

At that time, Shaolin was so domineering, and his confidence was so deep, even if he was facing the martial arts myth Zhang Sanfeng, he was still as arrogant as ever.

But now more than 20 years have passed, and the martial arts have long been different from what they used to be, and Zhang Wuji's sword has suppressed the Shaolin Temple out of breath.

At this time, if he shouted, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young man to be poor, it will definitely be extremely appropriate.

Just when Zhang Wuji recalled the past, hundreds of warrior monks had already come out, and the leader was the little monk Huixin who had attacked the Ottoman Empire together.

This little monk is still incredibly fast to enter the realm, and he has already practiced the seventh layer of qi at this moment.

"I don't know why Sect Master Zhang is here?"

"If you want to find a fierce battle, I don't know if Shaolin dares to meet you?" Zhang Wuji was full of sword intent, without half a word of nonsense.

"Sect Zhang's major is profound, and his swordsmanship is outstanding, I'm afraid that no one in Shaolin is Sect Leader Zhang's opponent, so why bother to humiliate himself. ”

Huixin's answer was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Little monk, I only want a battle, but I didn't say that I want a fair battle, you can line up in this battle, the number is unlimited, the last time I came to Shaolin, I didn't see the Shaolin battle array, this time I want to make up for the regret. ”

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Monk Huixin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked back at the two old monks behind him.

These two old monks Zhang Wuji have also seen them, and the two short-legged old monks were them when they grabbed the Vulcan Godhead.

After Zhang Wuji went back, he asked Yang Buregret to investigate the details of the two old monks, these two people were not from Shaolin, one used to be the ancestor of Huangshi Temple in Huangshan, and the other used to be the temple of Wuwu Temple in the southwest.

But now there are no more temples, and all the temples on the Chinese ground have been transferred to the Shaolin and relocated to the Ottoman Empire with them.

"Since Master Zhang said so, then I will set up an eighteen Arhat formation and ask Sect Master Zhang to teach you. An old monk spoke in a low voice, without a hint of fireworks.

"I can't ask for it!" Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed with a bright light, and the black iron sword in his hand was shocked, and he stepped out first.

The sword qi strode out with him, like a wave surging on the sea, violently pressing towards the Shaolin monks.

The monks who were not cultivated enough and the oppressed retreated again and again, but there were still eighteen people standing there without moving.

In addition to the little monk Huixin and the two old monks, there were also four monks from the innate realm who stood beside Huixin.

The appearance of the other eleven people was a little strange, these people seemed to have been crossed with a layer of gold paint, their breath was as deep as an abyss, but there was a flash of divine light in their eyes from time to time.

"These people...... Something interesting!" Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed with a hint of interest.

At the same time, Xiaofeng's voice sounded in Zhang Wuji's mind: "Master, these little golden figures have absorbed Buddhist incense, but their method of using incense is a bit strange, I can't see through it." ”

"Maybe this is the so-called Buddhist Arhat, right?" Zhang Wuji guessed in his heart.

At the same time, the monks had begun to change formations, and they were still led by Huixin, and a few old monks were left in the array, and the arhats surrounded him from both sides.

Both monks and arhats have breath linked to each other, and it can be faintly seen that there is a golden-bodied Buddha phantom on the top of the monks' heads quietly forming.