C7 (1/2)

It had been more than a month since Zhang Sanfeng had competed with Yu Lianzhou in martial arts, and Wudang Mountain had returned to its former tranquility. At this time, Song Yuanqiao and Yu LianZhou were gathered in front of Zhang Sanfeng's secluded room on the back mountain.

”Second brother, when did master come out? After the martial arts competition, he had been in closed door training for over a month. The food at the entrance hasn't been touched at all. Has something happened?”

When Yu Lianzhou heard her eldest senior brother's words, she saw him walk around in front of her with an anxious look on his face, constantly swaying.

”Senior Brother, don't go away, you make my eyes go dizzy. Although Master won the battle with Daoist Hundred Foundations, he was not lightly injured and needs some rest. Besides, with master's cultivation level, he has also reached the Fasting Realm.”

Even though Yu Lianzhou said this, she was still very worried. In the past, when her master went into closed door cultivation, she would only eat once every half a month, but this time, it was actually for over a month.

As their hearts were in turmoil, the door opened with a creaking sound. The two of them quickly looked inside and saw Zhang Sanfeng walking out with a red face.

”Master, how are your injuries?” The two of them hurriedly asked.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw the anxious look on his two disciples' faces, a smile appeared on his face. He said, ”There's nothing wrong with Master anymore. I've made you worry too much.”

”It's good that you're fine, Master. It's good that you're fine.” Hearing this, Song Yu and Liu Yi's anxious expressions were immediately replaced by joy. They heaved a sigh of relief as their expressions relaxed.

”Master, Daoist Hundred Damage is really that powerful, and he caused you to be injured. Damn it.” Yu Lianzhou also looked at her master with an inquiring expression.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the two of them with a questioning look on his young face, as well as a sense of vitality. It was a longing for the unknown, a yearning for martial arts. Zhang Sanfeng looked at the two of them with a puzzled look on his young face, as well as a yearning for martial arts.

He had learned the Nine Suns Divine Technique by accident. Although he had followed his master, he did not know that it was a profound internal cultivation method. Perhaps it was because he was still a fool and did not understand that he had laid the foundation for his future martial arts.

Unknowingly, many years had passed, and they thought that their entire lives would go by just like that. Who would have thought that because of two unhurried visitors breaking the peace, only after the theft of Jia Lan Sutra did they find out that there was actually a supreme divine art, the .

He had first met the Divine Eagles hero on Mount Hua and learned of the profundity of martial arts. A few years later, he received a gift from Guo Xiangxia to the bronze statue to learn Shaolin's unique skills. After that, he received a last resort from Chueh-hui's master, but unfortunately, his cultivation was not high at the time, only one third of it was in the sutra.

Coincidently, he came to the Wu Dang Mountain and spent seven years there, comprehending the principles of taiji. With softness, he gained enlightenment and entered the Martial Dao Palace.

He relied on a third of the . When he reached the age of thirty, he had finally achieved mastery of martial arts. There were very few opponents in the martial arts world, and when he traveled the world, his True Martial Sword was defeated by many heroes.