Tianwangtai, it is not that there have been any eight heavenly kings here, and it has nothing to do with the Tota Heavenly King.

It's just a flat piece of land, with a length of only about 50 zhang and a width of about 30 zhang.

Local people said that this was once a beacon tower in Luoyang, and no one could figure out what was going on.

Since it can be used as a beacon tower, it means that this is a commanding height.

Prince Xiong didn't think to figure out why this place was called Tianwangtai, because he didn't come here to look for Fang, but came here according to the plan of the old master Miao Sanguan.

Before dawn, the mountain wind is like a knife.

The frost on the mountain beams is like snow.

Prince Xiong handed over the Hulei Leopard to Cao Ming, who was at the helm of Luoyang with the beggars of Zhongzhou, and set off at the specified time to ascend the Tianwang Platform before sunrise.

At the beginning, Xiong Chu didn't know why the old master Miao Sanguan chose such a place for himself.

But after climbing the mountain beam, he already understood something in his heart.

It's too steep here, and coming up along the Luo River, Xiong Chu feels like he's walking on the back of a knife, and ordinary people can't get up at all.

Coming to the top of this mountain beam, which is also known as Tianwangtai, Prince Xiong has to admit that this is really a good place.

The Luohe River in the north is in full view, and Yiyang County and Luoyang in the northeast are faintly visible.

To the southeast, you can see the Yi River (Luan River), and you can even distinguish Daxindian, which is where Xiong Chu was put down by Hua Si and Mei San.

On the east and west sides of Tianwangtai are large ravines, although they are not very deep, but there are many strange rocks, the terrain is complex, and the shrubs are overgrown with weeds.

Tianwangtai is not all a platform, there is a cliff on the southwest side, more precisely, it is a conical mountain, with a height of more than five zhang.

It feels like Tennodai is actually like a chair, and the conical hill is just the back of the chair.

Although it was the first time to come to the Tianwang Terrace, the Xiong Crown was no stranger to this place, because the Tianwang Terrace was in the west of Bauhinia Mountain.

Twenty miles to the east of Tianwangtai is Jiudao Mountain Villa, and to the west, over the ravine below, you will directly enter Bears Ears Mountain.

The east began to turn white, then red, and then a red sun leaped up from the southeast.

The clouds are flowing day by day, and ten thousand swords break through the sky.

The sunrise in early winter was brilliant and magnificent, which made Xiong Chu nod secretly and thoughtfully.

The deputy sect leader of the White Lotus Sect, the hunchbacked old man who swept the floor in Jiudao Villa, said "Liuyun Chases the Sun Sword Spectrum", so the four words Liuyun Chases the Sun have been deeply imprinted in Xiong Chu's mind.

"The clouds are flowing day by day, and it is indeed profound, and it is indeed not obtained out of thin air. ”

The moment when Xiong Chu discovered the sunrise for the first time, there was still endless mystery: "If I change positions with the sun, but stand in the place where the sun rises, can I be like the sun, so that before the sword comes out, ten thousand swords have been shot and pierced the sky?"

His heart was completely immersed in the perception of the sunrise landscape, and Xiong Chu's body with his hands behind his back made him look even more majestic and tall when he stood on the top of the mountain, as if the whole person had become a sharp sword and completely integrated into the void.

Sword intent.

After repeated deductions, Xiong Chu believed that even a supreme master like Master Wangqi Sanren would never be able to stab ten thousand swords at the same time in an instant.

As the saying goes: manpower is sometimes poor.

Being able to stab out nine swords in an instant should already be the limit of a person.

There is no doubt that what can make enemies in all directions feel the sword piercing the heart at the same time is not the sword in the hand, but the sword intent in the heart.

There is no sword in my heart, and the murderous aura is between the eyebrows.

The monstrous murderous aura in his chest is not triggered, but attached to his own comprehension of swordsmanship, and he can destroy the will of the enemy.

On the stone wall of the cave, I saw the picture of the sword piercing the sun, and then I felt ten thousand arrows pierce my heart. Now, combined with the special landscape of the rising sun, Xiong Chu once again understood what sword intent was.

This is the power of the sun when you thoroughly comprehend the essence of swordsmanship, and then bring out the momentum of swordsmanship with your own unique insights, and be able to spread it around.

"I see!"

Xiong Chu suddenly let out a long roar, the blocks in his heart were gone, and the whole person entered an ethereal realm, as if he had flown up, but his body actually didn't move.

"A sword stabbed at the sun, hahaha, a sword stabbed at the sun! It really contains a huge deep meaning, but only so, so I deliberately used such a name, the purpose is to make people go astray, and you can't take it lightly!"

"A sword piercing the sun, the real meaning is just the opposite! Not only is it not a stabbing at the sun, but it should stand on the position of the sun, stabbing a sword into all directions, and subduing the entire universe!

Watching the sunrise for half an hour, Xiong Chu found that the circulation speed of the Shangqing Heart Method in his body was ten times faster than usual.

Normally, it takes at least six hours to run a big week, but today it took half an hour.

The rapid flow of the Shangqing Mind Method, and the unconscious self-operation without realizing it, made Xiong Chu suddenly feel refreshed.

Now, he felt that the internal power of the meridians in his body was majestic, and his body was full of unprecedented explosive power, as if he would really be able to subdue all directions with a sword in the next moment.

A group of people, a group of people in yellow robes, suddenly appeared on the tail of the mountain beam facing the north of the Heavenly King.

Under Fang today, there were only two people who dared to wear yellow robes unscrupulously.

One is the emperor, and the other is a monk.

However, the emperor's dragon robe is yellow, and the monk's robe is orange-yellow.

When the corner of Xiong Chu's eyes found yellow, he admired the old master and Miao Sanguan in his heart.

In the vicinity of Luoyang, as long as the arrogant Shaolin Temple monks are dealt with, other martial arts people are not a problem at all.

Miao Sanguan not only mastered the dynamics of the enemy, but also calculated that the monks of Shaolin Temple came specifically for themselves.

Monks, naturally, are all sanctimonious, as if they are standing on the moral high ground all over the world, and everyone else is guilty.

Because of this, Xiong Chu saw these monks coming up along the ridge, one by one, they were all flat and stable, looking solemn and solemn, as if they were all under control.

As the distance closed, Xiong Chu realized that not all monks came up, because there was also a guy in a white robe in second place.

The distance was further closer, and the yellow monk suddenly split into two groups.

Only nine people continued to come up, and more than twenty others remained halfway up the mountain.

Pu Changnian.

Prince Xiong finally understood that the second person wearing a white robe was none other than the young owner of Jiudao Mountain Villa, Pu Changnian, who had been missing for more than half a month.

Seeing the nine monks getting closer and closer, Prince Xiong's brows furrowed: Sure enough, the person who came was not good.

Because the monk looked to be at least sixty years old, with a long white beard and high bulging temples, the bear prince felt as if he was seeing a mountain squeezing against him.

Every time this group of monks took a step forward, Xiong Chu felt a point of increased pressure. It's not so bad that he can't afford it, but it's a bad feeling.

Xiong Chu didn't like this feeling, so his brows furrowed.

After frowning, Xiong Chu not only did not mobilize his internal breath to enhance his momentum, but instead withdrew all the internal force of his limbs and hundreds of bones into the dantian.

It gives people the feeling that Xiong Chu has become a mortal in the blink of an eye. A mortal who doesn't understand anything, who has never practiced martial arts, if he doesn't have a broken sword with a rusty scabbard stuck in his left rib.

"Hehe, Brother Hachiro is really good Yaxing, come to see the sunrise so early in the morning!"

"It's really a blessing to see the young owner here!"

"I've been busy with mundane affairs recently, and Brother Hachiro, as our special guests of Jiudao Villa, didn't accompany me at home, which is really rude. Why, how can the Hachiro brothers be in the mood to come here to watch the sunrise today?"

"I've always been unambitious, and the young owner knows best. During this time, when you came to Guizhuang to stretch out your hands and open your mouth for food, you almost forgot who you were. As a result, I came out to see the sunrise, and I was also elegant. I didn't expect the young owner to have such a good interest today, I don't know if the hero sees the same thing. ”

As he spoke, Pu Changnian jumped and had already arrived on the Tianwang Stage, about five zhang away from Xiong Chu.

Nine monks flew up almost at the same time and stood in a row behind Pu Changnian. The movements are neat and uniform, as if they have been practiced for tens of thousands of years.

Pu Changnian smiled slightly, his body flashed to the side, and then he said, "Brother Hachiro, let me introduce you to a good friend." ”

"Amitabha!" The sixty-year-old monk took a step forward, and his right hand was single-palmed: "The poor monk Wu Zen, the throat-locking sword Hachiro is famous all over the world, and the martial arts people from all over the world are like thunder. Today, the poor monk is fortunate to be able to meet the Lockthroat Kenhachiro hero. Amitabha, good, good!"

Xiong Chu was playing with Pu Changnian in his mouth just now, but in fact, his brows were getting deeper and deeper.

Because this old monk did not carry a Zen staff in his hand, but a strange knife hanging from his left rib belt.

Generally speaking, the foot monks carry the precept sword.

The sword is a prop used by the walking monks to assist them in their daily lives, such as cutting clothes, trimming the nails of the hands and feet, and so on.

Ring the knife must not be used to kill people. Not to mention killing, you can't kill dogs, because knives are not allowed to kill.

However, this old monk who claims to be enlightened Zen clearly has a knife in his waist, but a strange knife that can cut off people's heads.

It is said that it is very strange, because the monk's ring knife is actually a single knife style in martial arts, commonly known as the ghost head knife.

But the knife on the monk's waist has a handle like a twisted tree trunk, and the blade is about four fingers wide and five fingers wide at the end, but it is not a glaive type.

The thoughts in his heart were fluctuating, but Xiong Chu was not rude, but hugged his fists slightly, and said without pain: "It turned out that Master Wuzen came, I am really fortunate to be here! However, the Shaolin Temple is powerful in the world, presiding over martial arts justice for more than 1,000 years, which is enviable. ”

Xiong Chu said that Shaolin Temple "presided over the justice of martial arts for more than a thousand years", but he said that it was "enviable", not "admirable".

There is no doubt that Prince Xiong meant this: You don't pretend to be a ghost in front of me, and I don't have any respect for your Shaolin Temple. If you have anything to say, say it quickly, reach out if you want to fight, and don't waste your lips and tongue here.

Xiong Chu's few words that were not painful or itchy were clearly insinuated, and there was even some kind of suspicion of scolding Huai, as an old fox, of course the monk Wuzen heard it.

But people are high-ranking monks, and they always let themselves stand on the moral high ground, and then they can justifiably accuse the whole world of guilt, so the monk Wuzen will definitely not be angry.

The reason why I don't get angry is because the monk still has one precept: abstain from anger. K