That's what it is......

Is the little uncle of Zhongxing Wudang in the words of the great-master ancestor?

Ten years of legends no one knows, and finally see the true face of the ancestor!

Alone, you will be at the top of the mountain.

He just sat there, without seeing any movement, and his body was filled with a temperament of unity with all things, as if he was naturally in the center of heaven and earth, and the gods of creation and transformation were showing, and natural qi came one after another.

The body is not tall, but the breath is ethereal and ancient, close in front of you, but it seems to stand outside the world, and the seemingly extreme distance is an insurmountable moat, unpredictable, indescribable, and untraceable......

The words were so pale, and only one feeling rose in the hearts of the seven sons of Wudang.

Seeing its face, it is like facing a high mountain, and looking up.

The blue Taoist clothes are the same color as the clouds, and the clouds are like cushions, setting off the world's masters.

The eyes are clear, clear like a mirror, sparkling, like reflecting the stars of the Zhou sky.

This person should only be in heaven, how many times can the world hear about it!

Clothed in clouds and stars, there is no such person in the world.

Wudang Qizi watched and watched, his mind gradually went blank, and only a thunderous voice echoed.

It is worthy of being born in the blue sky and born with the Tao!

The avenue is like the wind, it really ......

Always with you!

......

"Hehehe...... You are the seven strong Wudang Xiaoqiang of this generation, no, the seventh son?"

Suddenly, I heard a chuckle, like a spring breeze, breaking the silence and removing the heavy oppression in my heart.

They suddenly woke up, but they saw that the little uncle was sitting cross-legged, smiling and looking.

The invisible gaze is insightful, and the insight is all false.

The seven sons of Wudang were cold, all the cover-ups were peeled off, and there was no secret at all.

They hurriedly bowed down and drank in unison.

"Senior nephew Xie Baoshu and all the junior brothers and sisters, Shangguan Lingyun, Zhuang Xiaolou, Hao Renzhen, Wu Chaoran, Xiao Letian, and Yan Caiwei, visit the junior uncle and ancestor!

The seven sons were united in one heart, and they drank in unison, and their voices broke through the nine skies.

......

The nephew of the loyal and honest master, the nephew of the second master who is arrogant, the nephew of the third master of the seven tricks, the nephew of the fourth division who is iron, the nephew of the fifth division who looks up to the starry sky, the nephew of the sixth division who has no heart and lungs, and the nephew of the seventh division......

That's what it is......

Is there a Wudang seventh son of this generation?

It seems that there is something wrong with it!

Lu Chunliang rubbed his smooth chin with his hand, secretly had a headache, and felt that he was a little embarrassed as a little uncle.

The seventh son of Wudang is the best among the many disciples of the younger generation of Wudang, and he must have more attainments than ordinary people in many martial arts of this sect, perseverance, talent, and understanding...... It's all the best choice.

He originally thought that the seventh son of Wudang should be talented and learn martial arts quickly, and it should be easier to train.

Now it seems that I have thought wrong!

These seven sons didn't wait for the green cow to come down the mountain before, and rushed into battle, and their respective performances were all seen by Lu Chunliang one by one, and they seemed to be some problem children.

But......

It's also fun!

After all, true geniuses have personalities.

Can a person without personality be a genius?

The cheap apprentice Wang Ling'er is like this, and so is the seventh son of Wudang.

......

"I know what you mean. You guys come forward!" Thinking of this, Lu Chunliang chuckled lightly and beckoned.

The seven sons of Wudang glanced at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the little uncle, and hesitantly stepped forward.

The next moment......

A pair of palms slapped down from the top of his head.

"Not good!" the little master uncle made a move without saying a word, and the instinct of the martial artist made the seventh son want to dodge.

Rise......

Then I saw a high-pitched dragon chant breaking through the air, and the sound shook the four fields.

The invisible qi machine suddenly seemed to be substantial, coming from all directions, falling like the top of Mount Tai, and the movement was immediately stagnant.

Then they saw that the little master and uncle held one hand high, and the lines of the palm were clear, like mountains and rivers, like holding heaven and earth.

The qi machine was like a cloud, thick like the sea, gushing out, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and then slowly separated from it.

A transparent dragon's head poked out, the dragon's whiskers were flying, the neck was like a camel, the scales were flakes, and the claws were like hooks......

Wind Tiger Cloud Dragon.

As soon as the dragon-shaped energy came out, it immediately meandered into the sky and rushed straight into the sky.

True martial arts dragon hand, energy into a dragon!

The seven sons of Wudang opened their eyes wide, this move was seen from afar on the Xuanwu platform in Layue last year, and now facing its might, they knew that its strength was majestic and majestic, almost incredible.

The mighty wave came, and all obstacles were as weak as a mantis arm as a car.

Then Qizi breathed rapidly, and was horrified to see the flying sky in the sky, rose to the extreme, crossed a graceful arc in the air, and then swooped down.

Qizi's face turned red, and he instinctively wanted to resist, but he seemed so powerless, he was entangled by the slender dragon body, locking the qi around his body, and he didn't lose a move.

Then, wisps of heat from the Gang to the Yang entered from the Gate of Heaven and quickly flowed through the meridians.

The bones are good, the foundation is stable, and the large acupoints around the body are through......

Twelve serious development, the big rivers are rushing, and the whole body is carrying......

The eight veins of the strange meridians are vertical and horizontal, and the rivers are staggered and dense, and there is no pervasive penetration......

The hidden veins are hidden deeply, and the mountain springs are endless, nourishing every piece of flesh and blood......

The human body is like a small universe.

Everyone is born unique, even if they are all acquired, there are countless differences between different people.

Small, Medium, Large...... The three trajectories of the three Zhou Tian runs, the seven sons of Wudang are different, showing the secrets of their practice.

Four seven-pins, three eight-pins......

The realm of the seven sons of Wudang is unobstructed, and this is not over yet!

Wudang Seven Absolute has a sword for the Tiangang Beidou Sword, a sword for the Xuanyin Seven Evil Blades, a gong for the volley ladder cloud vertical, and a palm for a Qi mixed Yuan palm.

Zhenwu Nine Skills, capture the invincible dragon hand, the thunderbolt and the fierce tiger fist, the rigid and soft turtle and snake pile......

......

Wudang Seven Uniques and True Martial Nine Skills are the pinnacle of Wudang Zhenshan.

But since the catastrophe more than ten years ago, only four of the Seven Absolute have been left, and the Nine Gong has been lost to a full six.

And the only remaining exercises, the seven sons of Wudang have all practiced.

Each exercise has a unique route of true qi, walking in the meridians, if practiced for a long time, it will naturally have a subtle impact on the human body, leaving traces.

And these traces contain many secrets and flaws in the cultivation of every martial artist!

What a majestic Yang True Qi!

It makes people feel hot and dry, like being exposed to the sun.

Wudang Qizi's face turned red, and he felt like the elixir in the second uncle's furnace, which had been repeatedly calcined and quenched out of all the impurities.

They didn't know that their own cultivation had no secrets in the eyes of their junior uncle Lu Chunliang.

Penetrate the twelve canons, open up the eight veins of the strange meridians, and survey the hidden veins around the body...... Their experience of opening up the meridians has become the food for the little master and uncle to break through their own spiritual difficulties.

Just when Qizi was so hot that he couldn't stand it anymore, Lu Chunliang finally slowly withdrew his palm.

And before they knew it, they were already sweating all over the ground, and their clothes were damp.

The other five sons are okay, only Zhuang Xiaolou and Yan Caiwei highlight the graceful arc of their bodies.

The same brother and sister, the other five sons didn't dare to look at it more, Zhuang Xiaolou and Yan Caiwei's faces were flushed, and they hurriedly exercised, evaporated sweat, and after a while, the white steam rose, and the clothes were tidy again.

It's just that in this way, compared to the other five sons, the two of them are much weaker.

......

The seven sons of Wudang have learned differently, how to teach them?

He knew the cultivation of the seven sons in his heart, and because of this, Lu Chunliang made a difficulty.

It's too much trouble to train slowly one by one!

I'm not their babysitter.

That's just ......

Lu Chunliang thought about it slightly, suddenly had an idea, and asked rhetorically.

"The way to practice martial arts is to be honest with your heart. Only when the heart is well understood can we move forward bravely and not stay in things. As the leader of the young generation of Wudang, your seven sons must have unique insights in martial arts. So tell me about it......

"What is Wudang?"