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And pass the boundary monument, not martial arts.

Don't enter the outer door, don't enter the inner door, and climb the mountain with your own strength... If you can climb to the top of the mountain, you are asking to see the master.

I want to worship under the master's door.

The Taoist has a calm expression, a thin body, but his waist is very out of shape, and he is carrying a large butcher's knife.

Step by step, he walked quite steadily.

Even though every step was superimposed with heavier pressure, the footprints under his feet did not leave deeper marks on the snow.

When the Taoist climbed halfway up the mountain, many disciples of Martial Dao Mountain had already heard the news and came to watch.

Chapter 335 Question, Knife

The Taoist's footsteps were not fast.

But every step is quite steadfast.

He also seemed in no rush to get to the top.

Halfway through the walk, I occasionally stop to take a look at the scenery.

Some people think that he is resting.

Because without the disciple token of Martial Dao Mountain, as an outsider to climb up, without the special permission of the master, the pressure to bear is unimaginable.

And the closer to the top of the mountain, the greater the pressure.

Although it is not as terrifying as doubling every step, the pressure on each step is completely different from the previous step.

And the more you go up, the more you bear is no longer just pressure.

There is also the strong wind on the mountain that is comparable to the wind of the nine heavens, and the icy cold that comes from the frost and snow in the cold sky under the promotion of the formation.

The Taoist robe on the Taoist is very worn out and doesn't fit well.

It looks more like it was inherited directly from someone.

In the bitter cold wind, he moved his feet.

Standing in front of the frozen lake halfway up the mountain, he let out a long breath of cold air.

Then he pulled out the butcher knife from his waist.

Holding the butcher's knife in his hand, he began to step on the thick ice.

The edge of the knife is outward, and the short knife is across the waist.

Every step he took, the butcher's knife trembled slightly.

"Such fine control."

"He turned out to be shaking the knife in his hand at an extremely fast speed, and then very conservatively broke through the wind in front of him."

"In this way, a greater confrontation can be avoided, energy can be saved, and it can also advance at a uniform speed." Among the disciples of Martial Arts Mountain who were watching, someone carefully analyzed.

Zhou Xiaonian held the knife, his knife was very cold, colder than the surrounding snow.

And colder than the knife in his hand is his heart.

He came to Martial Dao Mountain not to study.

But to find an answer.

Even if what he is about to question is the No. 1 in the world, the undisputed saint.

With one's own strength, bring the original mediocre world to another level of great existence.

So what?

Get in his way, asking for an answer?

No hindrance!

Zhou Xiaonian said to himself.

One knife at a time cut through the cold wind.

Until passing through the icy lake covered with shallow knife marks.

Then, under the pincers of wind and snow, he set foot on solid ground again.

In the majestic high mountains and the endless snowstorm, the body that looked thinner seemed to be made of the hardest steel.

Getting used to the wind and sand on the Gobi Desert, this kind of cold wind is not even uncomfortable for Zhou Xiaonian.

His walking speed is still not so fast.

Gradually, it actually started to look a little slow.

This is also inevitable!

Although a long time ago, Cao Zhe no longer personally managed the formation maintenance and promotion on Martial Dao Mountain.

But after all, this is the framework that he personally shot and created.

Later disciples, even if they filled in this framework, it was enough to turn it into an irresistible greatness.

Many so-called greatness, of course, are not so great from the beginning.

But Cao Zhe...his footsteps and progress in this world seem to have been refuting this statement.

A true master is not just talking, but doing it all the time.

Use reality to challenge common sense.

Zhou Xiaonian is getting harder and harder.

Every time his footsteps fall, they will leave a deep footprint on the thick snow.

He started using more unloading techniques.

The crushing wind and layers of gravity, under his blade, are like the muscles and bones of cattle and sheep.

The knife moved along the texture of the wind, splitting the originally violent wind along the trajectory.

Only a weak whirlwind was left, entangled his clothes weakly.

Finally, there was a person standing in front of him.

If you want to climb the mountain to meet your master, you must first pass the test of the disciples of Wudao Mountain.

This test cannot be set by outer disciples.

Their identity is not enough...the strength is not enough.

It must be done by an inner disciple who Cao Zhe had personally instructed.

At this time, what stood in the way of Zhou Xiaonian was inner disciple Wu Song, who had a seventh-level cultivation in the outer scene and had already begun to try to comprehend the dharmakaya diagram.

Not only is he at the seventh level of location, but his soul cultivation has also survived a thunder disaster.

It can be said to go hand in hand.

Among the new disciples in the past ten years, Wu Song is the most outstanding one.

"Your knife skills are very good!"

"But I'm sorry, if you go further up... you won't be allowed to pass!" Wu Song said to Zhou Xiaonian with a gentle smile.

Zhou Xiaonian just held the butcher's knife, in his eyes, it seemed that this extremely outstanding warrior in front of him was no different from those pigs, sheep, cattle and horses.

The smile on Wu Song's face gradually subsided.

Then he took out an ebony sword from behind.

Those who use wooden swords are always used to restraining their sharpness.

But in fact, wooden swords and iron swords...in the hands of an outdoor warrior, there is not much difference.

It's just that the wooden sword is naturally less sharp.

It also naturally hides the edge of the user himself.

At this moment, Wu Song began to unleash his edge.

Layers of light bloomed from the ebony sword.

It was set against the golden sunlight reflecting on the snow-capped mountains.

In an instant, this ordinary ebony sword seemed to be blessed by the sun.

Became the hottest part in this world of ice and snow.

Zhou Xiaonian frowned.

He hadn't learned such tricks.

His knife skills are very simple.

It is to follow the trajectory, follow the texture, follow the position and direction he feels, and then chop down.

Compared with this sword that bloomed with infinite light, his methods are indeed a bit more simple.

This also made Zhou Xiaonian a little suspicious about a certain guess in his heart.

"I don't want to fight with you!"

"You look like a nice guy!"

"Good people don't deserve to die by my knife."

"I'm just here to ask questions!" Zhou Xiaonian said.

He was not such a low EQ guy.

However, the long-term loneliness and years of wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, traveling in places where people gather in the desert, made him gradually put aside the past and become simple and direct.

Like a knife in his hand.

No one is static.

There is no need to pursue the so-called invariance.

Unchanging is a kind of perseverance, and change is also a kind of life.

It may or may not count as growth.

But it is these forces that change people's habits that are called alive.

Wu Song is a very good-tempered person.

At least he always thought so.

Therefore, he is not angry at this time.

Just with the ebony sword in his hand, seven waves of light were set off.

These seven layers of light waves carry a sword energy as huge as the tide.

The sword energy rises and falls again, and there is a cycle between the rise and fall.

It is catering to the meaning of 'more than enough'.

Once many people are enveloped by such a sword force, they will be entangled in it, and they will never be able to get out.

Wu Song does not intend to kill Zhou Xiaonian.

But at least this guy who doesn't know what to do should be taught a harsh lesson.

Zhou Xiaonian moved again, but he still walked unhappily.

But the knife in his hand was extremely fast.

When the knife fell, Wu Song was in a daze, as if he heard the sound of logging.

The ax cut along the grain of the wood, and then the scene when it settled inexplicably appeared in Wu Song's mind.

At this time, the Butcher's Knife and the Ebony Sword unexpectedly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and collided for the first time.

The moment of the collision, Wu Song came back to his senses.

Then his expression changed drastically.