In the past, there was Zhang Sanmad, and now there is Lu Chunliang.

Three mad thousands of years ago, he broke many ancient martial arts myths, and he became a myth again.

Now this Lu Chunliang has the momentum to break the myth of the three madness.

It's just that the three madnesses are absolutely loud in the rivers and lakes, and they are so invincible that they are desperate, and now there are people who are expected to be better?

And it's all from Wudang!

Is there such an unreasonable thing in the world?

God, how thick it is to treat Wudang!

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Zheng Qingshan said the secret in one word, the lifelong view of the rivers and lakes of the elders of the Daomen has been broken, and the heart lake that has been cultivated for a long time has not been turbulent for a long time, but at this moment, it has set off stormy waves and cannot be calmed.

Wait, the last four of the seven sons of Wudang are the weakest, and they also have to pass on the true inheritance of the Lu family.

Xie Baoshu, Shangguan Lingyun, Zhuang Xiaolou, the first three sons' cultivation and martial arts are all inherited from the top, how can they not be taught, what kind of amazing martial arts moves are they?

The reason why they have not been used is that I am afraid that no one can force them to use their hole cards.

The elders of the Daomen could already predict it.

The seventh son is so talented, if he really grows up, I am afraid that Wudang will usher in another peak in a thousand years.

What's more, there is still a little uncle who is about to go down the mountain on the Feilai Peak, who is only eighteen years old......

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"Taiyuanzi, now that you have understood the situation of my Kongtong, you have already understood! If you are not defeated by the Seventh Son of Wudang, the long-cherished wish of my Kongtong faction for thousands of years will be disappointed again. And with the moment the little uncle of Wudang descends the mountain, there will never be a chance!" The red-haired elder of the Kongtong faction changed his previous anger, and it was difficult to hide his sadness in his low voice.

"Disciple, understand!" Tai Yuanzi gritted his teeth and whispered.

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"Wen Gang, don't keep your hands! Deal with the seven sons of Wudang with all your might, and you must win! You must know that your victory or defeat is no longer your personal honor or disgrace, it is related to the future fate of this sect!"

"Yes, Elder!" Wen Gang nodded, already conscious.

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"Feng Jiao, you can't be an outsider anymore. Wudang is strong, take out the courage of your Maoshan great disciple!"

"Disciple, you must do your best!" Lin Fengjiao's slender body stood straight, her eyes looked at the seven sons of Wudang, she changed her previous low profile, and was eager to try.

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"Kunlun Mountain is the mythical ancestral court, the dragon vein of the world, and the origin of Kyushu, but now my Kunlun faction is not even the five mountains of the Daomen, and the sect can't bring a 'mountain' word, which really has the name of Kunlun! Once Uncle Wudang becomes a martial arts myth, I am afraid that it will be another desperate millennium, this is your last chance!" Elder Zixiao of the Kunlun Sect was so solemn that he couldn't raise any positive emotions.

"The disciple will never dare to bear Kunlun!" "The Kunlun sect's Taoist robe is embroidered with the ancient sacred mountain, undulating like a dragon, boundless and ancient, and a tall and arrogant disciple shouted in a condensed voice.

Dabi continues!

An angry snort resounded on the spot.

"Hmph! All the bells and whistles! I haven't even learned the martial arts of the Qi Yun Sect well, so I don't know where I learned these messy martial arts! I really don't know what to do!"

Tai Yuanzi stood on the spot, motionless, his handprints were in the sky, condensing thousands of weather in one palm, and beating a simple young man back again and again.

With each pair of handprints, Qi Yun Sect Yin Zhixing regressed again and again, his blood surging and he wanted to vomit blood.

But seeing that Taiyuanzi's mouth was not inferior, Yin Zhixing gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Taiyuanzi's martial arts are profound, and I also admire them very much! But you must know that what my predecessors passed on to me is an extraordinary skill, but I haven't cultivated to the home." Your Excellency, you don't have to be so arrogant!"

"Yes, I want to learn what you call the worldly miracles!" Tai Yuanzi didn't listen at all, but snorted coldly, and his handprints were even more ruthless and pressed down in the air.

With a move to the sky, the sky was dark, as if the ancient Zhou Shenshan was pressed down, overturning the heavens and the earth, and crushing the immeasurable ants in front of him.

"Okay! The Kongtong faction is so domineering, and my Qiyun faction will not let anyone bully. Seeing that Yin Zhixing was so domineering and deceitful, his face also turned cold, and he rose into the air, his whole body was full of energy, in the shape of a golden eagle, and he hit his head head-on, even if Mount Tai was overwhelmed, he refused to give in.

Rumble!

The two collided head-on, and the anger exploded.

Tai Yuanzi fell backwards and retreated to the edge of the ring before he could barely stabilize his figure, and his sleeves exploded, revealing a pair of scarred arms.

"Although Your Excellency won, how can I make you feel better!" Yin Zhixing's face was as pale as paper, but the corners of his mouth were grinning, and the next moment he fell on his back, unconscious.

"Master Yin's nephew!" Elder Qinglan of the Qiyun Sect let out a startled snort, swept up to the stage, and saw that Yin Zhixing's breath was still stable, but he collapsed with force, so he relieved his heart, and turned to glaring angrily at the people of the Kongtong Sect, "A thousand years have passed, do you Kongtong Sect still think that you are the Daomen Five Mountains of a thousand years ago? The strength is insufficient, the martial virtue is at a loss, and the domineering is far from it, but today my Qiyun Sect has learned the lesson! This kind of bearing, and also want to dominate the Daomen, it is really ridiculous!"

And that Taiyuan Zi was silent for a long time, and when he stepped off the stage, he couldn't help but stumble.

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The eagle roared.

Qi Yun sent Weng Jinpeng to see his senior brother being bullied by Tai Yuanzi like this, and he was sad and angry in his heart, and glared at the opponent in front of him.

He is not a fool, he knows that this Kongtong, Shenxiao, Maoshan and other factions are unwilling to live under Wudang, and seeing that nine people from his small faction, including himself, have learned the martial arts of Wudang's junior uncle, and intend to use himself and others to establish authority.

If this is the case, even if you win and wait, it will not make you feel better.

Five thunders in the palm of your hand!

Wen Gang was ruthless, and thunder burst out from his palm, thunderbolting.

Blue, black, blue, red, white......

Five-colored lightning flashed, five elements and five thunders, exterminating sentient beings, as if they were going to blast the opponent in front of them to nirvana.

Sky Splitting!

A flying shadow rushed head-on, its claws torn apart, and the sky was shattered.

Rumble!

Thunderbolt lightning, flashing.

A charred figure fell from the sky again.

Wen Gang silently clenched his fists, blood flowed down his fingers, and there was a bloody hole in his palm, which was painful.

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"I'm sorry! Brother Cai Dao of the Magu Sect!" Lin Fengjiao's face was delicate, and at this time, she no longer smiled lightly as usual, it was gloomy, and the copper coin sword unfolded a continuous sword momentum, drawing a graceful arc, leaving a secret rune in the air, flickering like stars, reflecting each other, like a array.

Great Yan Rune Array!

As soon as the talisman array was formed, countless energies immediately raged, trapping Cai Daoyuan in it, and he couldn't break free.

The sun is shining!

Cai Daoyuan only felt that his body was bound by invisible chains, his true qi was stagnant, he couldn't move, and he was gradually restrained.

My predecessors passed on my miraculous skills, how could I be embarrassed?

Cai Daoyuan let out a deep sigh, and the qi of the dantian rushed straight out of his body, panic and heat.

Everyone only saw the light in front of them, and faintly saw a round of morning sun rising, the rune array was rushed away, and the copper coin sword in Lin Fengjiao's hand collapsed, turning into copper coins, ding ding, and spilling all over the ground.

And Cai Daoyuan stood in the middle of the position, his body shook, and then he fell to the ground with exhaustion, and he had no strength to fight for a while.

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For a while, Tai Yuanzi, Wen Gang, and Lin Fengjiao played all their hole cards, although they were more or less injured, but they defeated the three of them one after another, which can not be said to be not strong.

The elders of the Kongtong, Shenxiao, and Maoshan factions looked a little soothed at this time, and their long-suppressed mood was much lighter.

But I haven't had time to relax more......

Kunlun Zhou Tianzhang!

Nine Dragons Ascension!

Palm pressed Zhou Tian, punched out of Kowloon.

The two figures collided violently.

He Zusheng's face sank like water, if he carried the momentum of Kunlun, the palm momentum continued, and he suppressed it.

But I didn't expect that Chen Xushi's fist was like a rising dragon in Lushan, regardless of himself, one punch was higher than a punch, one punch was fiercer than a punch, like a nine dragons rushing to the sky, and he never returned.

Even if he was bombarded with a heavy palm, this Chen Xushi never changed his fist.

He Zusheng didn't want the other party to be so fierce, and his face was shocked.

For a time, both sides suffered heavy losses, fell off the field together, and ended up together.

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Before the seventh son of Wudang fell, one person was broken first, and the faces of the elders of the various factions were even more unsightly.

Dabi then continued.

The rest of the nine members of the small faction encountered the strong opponents of the four mountains again, and they were lost one after another.

The Dragon and Tiger Little Heavenly Master, the Dharma Eye looked at the qi, and before the opponent's move was launched, he pointed out and broke the opponent's valve.

Qingcheng female sword fairy, the sword heart is clear, the sword is like a gossamer, cutting everything, a little cold man arrives first, and suddenly breaks all the moves.

A hermit in the south, overhaul flying, not dusty, long sleeves waved, there is a mist of true gas sprinkled, thousands of wisps, the enemy in the air.

Luofu Zhennishi, taking the golden pill externally, refining the true pill internally, integrating the inside and outside, the essence is stable, and the gestures are very powerful.

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The strong hand hole cards are exhausted, and the momentum is suddenly overwhelming.

In the end, the list of sixteen people was listed, seven sons of Wudang, two dragons and tigers, one each from Qingcheng, Luofu, and Zhongnan, and one each from Kongtong, Shenxiao, and Maoshan.

For a time, Wudang once again monopolized half of it, and the seven sons were as strong as ever, attracting sideways glances from all factions of the Daoist sect and whispering continuously.

These Taoist sects have good eyesight, and they can naturally see that the Seven Sons are once again included in them.

In addition to Xie Baoshu, Shangguan Lingyun, and Zhuang Xiaolou, who are already strong and overwhelm their opponents.

The remaining four sons were already in a bitter battle, but at the critical time, they relied on the mastery taught by their respective junior uncles as a killer weapon to win over the ranks.

Even the Qianqingzi of the Northern Underworld Sect was able to enter the top 16 list unexpectedly by the furnace fire qi refining method taught by Uncle Wudang to refine the impurities of the Northern Underworld's true qi in one fell swoop.

Uncle Wudang's mastery, defeating the strong with the weak, how subtle is it?

Is there a religion without class, preaching on the top of a cliff?

Thinking of the legend that the divine dragon on the flying peak saw the tail and did not see the head, the eyes of the young disciples of many Taoist sects became hot for a while.

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"Wonderful! A new wave of leeks has grown again!" Sitting on the top of the mountain, Lu Chunliang overlooked the world, and couldn't help but stroke his palms and laugh when he saw this.

Gathering the essence of the martial arts of the ancient Daomen is the path to the sky.

It was in vain that he worked hard to train the nine members of the small faction and put them in positions that should not belong to them.

With such fragrant bait, these fish don't believe it.

Lu Chunliang's fingers twisted, as if he was pulling the invisible silk thread, fishing quietly......

When mountain people fish, they would rather take it in the straight than seek it in the song......

One mountain and one person, that is... Immortal!

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Thirty-two into sixteen, the competition was unusually fierce, each of them was injured, and after a three-day break, the big competition officially began.

The mountain wind is whistling and whistling, and the robes are hunting.

The figures on the Xuanwu platform stood straight.

Even the many disciples of the eliminated Dao sect have arrived one by one, just because each of the next battles is a battle of focus, showing the wonder of Daoist martial arts, and one should not be missed.

After all, watching the competition of these Dao elites is a shortcut to increase experience.

Countless eyes converged on the stage, full of light, full of anticipation and excitement.

And the two on the stage stood opposite each other, their eyes did not shy away, and there seemed to be electric light and flint invisibly.

"Since the three crazy Daoists feathered a thousand years ago, the Wudang generation is not as good as the generation, and it has occupied the position of the Dao leader for a long time! It's time to abdicate and make way for Xian!" Tai Yuanzi looked straight into the other party's eyes, and his words were heart-attacking.

Xie Baoshu was pale and unmoved, "Brother Taiyuan Zidao, as a martial artist, he sees the real chapter under his hands, why bother to say more?"

In a fluttering sentence, he has his own self-confidence in it, and he disdains the argument of his tongue.

When Tai Yuanzi heard this, he was immediately speechless, and his breath was confused.

But then he forcibly calmed himself down, and said coldly: "That being the case, I advise Brother Xie to use that little uncle of Wudang to pass on your martial arts, otherwise I'm afraid that Brother Dao you won't be able to use it again!"

At this point, he stopped talking nonsense, and suddenly put his hands in front of his chest a mysterious handprint, his fingers intertwined, towering like a mountain range, straight to the sky.

The handprints were formed, and the aura around him immediately changed greatly, and there was a tendency to be immobile like a mountain, and the qi was raised layer by layer, and the invisible pressure was under the empty cover.

The air on the Xuanwu platform was frozen and could not wave.

There were bursts of exclamations.

If the onlookers outside the arena are a little weaker, they suddenly feel dull in their hearts, their breathing is suffocated, and they can't help but retreat again and again.

Then the sky was even darker, but it was the vast true qi that set off the air flow and rolled, blocking the daylight, and shadows shrouded it.

His hands were sealed, and he slowly raised them little by little.

Tai Yuanzi's body was crumbling, his breath was extremely weak, but the momentum in his palm was getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't hold back, condensing all his skills in this move.

The qi machine is so huge that it will overturn the heavens and the earth.

The people watching the battle all around held their breath.

This Xie Baoshu and Taiyuanzi are each the senior brothers of Wudang and Kongtong, and this battle is not only a personal competition, but also a battle between the two sects.

Was such a confrontation so tragic from the beginning?

"Is it all in one battle?" Xie Baoshu said in a low voice, but he didn't laugh back, "This is really what I think in my heart!"

He put his hands together, put his hands against his eyebrows, and put on a starting gesture that was not like martial arts but more like prayer, and his face was calm, like worshipping heaven and earth, and he was pious.

The next moment, the top of his head dimmed.

Taiyuanzi's figure floated silently in the air, his palm was like a seal, like a god stamping the earth, and the power of Wan Jun was like a substance, pressing the ancient Buzhou Divine Mountain on Xie Baoshu's body, carrying the weight of heaven and earth, as if he was going to completely crush his backbone, and collapse without a fight.

Xie Baoshu's body involuntarily arched slightly, only a pair of eyes slowly raised, shining piercingly.

A palm held up slowly but firmly.

What a palm!

The subtle palm prints are clearly visible, mottled like mountains and rivers, the breath is vast, filled with an inexplicable atmosphere of gray and gray, as big as a mountain of five fingers.

Everywhere he went, all things were wiped out in one hand, turning into the most primitive, unborn void chaos.

Not around the mountain, stand up to the sky.

But if heaven and earth do not exist, and there is chaos, what about the sacred mountain?

Tai Yuanzi's eyes widened angrily, and he only felt that he was bound to win a blow of the handprint with a majestic qi machine, and he was bound to win, but he suddenly fell into endless chaos.

Dim, there is no heaven and no earth.

All the offensive was invisible, completely annihilated.

A pair of palms rose up, breaking through the chaos and avoiding it, seemingly falling softly on his chest.

Burst......

His chest collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Tai Yuanzi's ribs shattered, gurgling, and blood spilled from his mouth.

"What kind of trick are you, you can actually beat my Kongtong Heavenly Seal Method!" he looked up with difficulty, unable to believe it.

In ancient times, there was a mountain, and the name was not Zhou.

This mountain does not know what the extreme, can lead to the three worlds.

It is such an ancient sacred mountain, but in the end, it was also destroyed by the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and half of the sacred mountain was refined into a treasure of the three realms by the power of mythology.

The Fantian seal method takes the ancient mythological essence of the magic seal as the ancient mythological essence of the magic seal, once it is used, it is blessed by the power of the sacred mountain, which is the immortal learning of the Kongtong faction.

Thousands of years ago, if someone from the Kongtong Sect practiced this sealing method, they would not have been driven down by the three madmen from the position of the Daokui Five Mountains.

He had a lot of life in his life, and he had the opportunity to practice this unique discipline that had been lost for thousands of years.

came with thousands of ambitions, but I didn't expect that under that palm, it was completely shattered and shattered.

"I don't see the mountains, I don't know the height of the heaven and the earth, I don't see the sea, I don't know the vastness of the world. If you don't see your ancestors, you don't know the mysteries of martial arts! If you don't see them, you don't know them, and if you don't know them, you don't know them. Xie Baoshu's face was bloodless, and his true qi was exhausted, but he didn't answer immediately, but his voice was far away, and then he looked down at Tai Yuanzi's eyes and sighed deeply.

"Brother Taiyuan Zidao, you Kongtong really don't know anything about the little uncle and ancestor. Holding chaos in your hand, what about Fantian? This move is, Chaos Returns to the Yuan Palm!"

"Poof......

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"Senior Brother Taiyuanzi!"

"How is it possible? Kongtong Taiyuan is so strong, today he was defeated in one move!"

"Chaos returns to the Yuan Palm! Splitting with one palm, subverting heaven and earth, and repeating chaos, how domineering is it?"

"Senior Brother Wudang, he is really mighty!"

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The opponent vomited blood and fell into a coma, and the surroundings screamed in amazement...... Countless noises followed.

Xie Baoshu stood in place, holding his hands up, stunned.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Then the bones in his body rang out like firecrackers, as if he had broken through some invisible shackles and penetrated them one by one.

The originally extremely weak aura was actually rising against the trend, surging like a raging wind, but the next moment it suddenly retracted, turning into countless gray and gray qi machines, and swept over the entire Xuanwu Platform lightly.

From violent to round, the ultimate transformation is only in a moment.

The chaotic but not turbid aura was wiped in front of him, and everyone looked at the independent figure on the field.

He broke through?

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Call... Suck... Call... Suck...

Inhale deeply and exhale slowly......

Xie Baoshu looked up and smiled, looking east.

The ancestor is on top!

Today, I thank Baoshu and enter the sixth grade!