Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

"To put it bluntly, it is actually a kind of martial art for cultivating dead warriors, and the method of teleportation in it should have been transformed and incorporated by the ancestors of Mingjiao after it was introduced to the Central Plains."

"Hmm...Mingjiao! Fang La rebelled, and the stars have changed...Gusu Murong? Maybe I'm overthinking it!" Cao Zhe shook his head, feeling that he was being serious.

This world was originally created by the promoters behind the arena. Although the world is real, the background is actually quite virtual. There are various possibilities, but in fact nothing may be real.

"I have to say that these Persian martial arts are quite interesting."

"The arousing potential in the Great Teleportation of the Universe, the method of stimulating the potential, the potential accumulation in the Yemang energy storage skill, and even the strange moves, assassination and assassination methods in the holy fire order martial arts, all made me have a good understanding of martial arts. Some new insights." Cao Zhe stood in the stone prison, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment.

Then open your eyes.

At this time, the sun was shining through the narrow window of the cell.

Cao Zhe's shadow under the sun suddenly twisted and changed twice, and he rushed out like a real figure.

Then it was directly stuck to the stone wall beside it, and it shattered and disappeared.

The shadow reappeared at Cao Zhe's feet.

"no!"

"Need to think again."

"Replacing the real body with the shadow body, storing true energy in the shadow, and then using the strange assassination technique in the holy fire order martial arts to push the shadow to move... There are still some key reliances missing."

"The shadow is still a bit illusory."

"There is no way to completely substantiate the attack." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

Then he walked out of the stone prison.

Outside the stone prison, many Mingjiao disciples knelt on the ground.

Fan Song, the only surviving left envoy of the Ming Cult, was holding the three swords that Shi Tianluo led the congregation from the Dugu Sword Tomb in his forehand, waiting for Cao Zhe to come out.

Seeing Cao Zhe walk out of the stone prison, Fan Song immediately shouted: "Fan Song, the left envoy of the Ming Cult, together with all the disciples of the Ming Cult, specially pleaded guilty to Zhang Zhenren, and wished Zhang Zhenren Haihan. "

Cao Zhe's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes sharpened.

Fan Song, an old man, is he planting a flag for him?

Think he is Ding Chunqiu?

Cao Zhe's eyes swept over the three swords again.

The wooden sword seems to have been repaired to a certain extent, and it is no longer the appearance of being bitten by insects. It looks shiny, but it has lost its original meaning.It's just that Cao Zhe's eyes clearly stayed on the wooden sword for a while, thinking a little bit.

The blue light sword is well maintained, and it should have been used by a high-ranking member of the Ming Cult before.

As for the black iron epee...it has been polished to a sharp edge, and there are some people who don't know how to mess with it.

"The three swords fell into the hands of Mingjiao, so where did Yang Guo get the epee swordsmanship in the skill list?" Cao Zhe suddenly thought of this question, and then put it behind him.

It doesn't matter at all whether you know the answer to such an insignificant question.

He flew thousands of miles here, in addition to saving Lao Huang, he also wanted to fulfill his promise to bring the Dugu Three Swords back to the Dugu Sword Tomb and return them to the Divine Condor.

Now that's the time, it's time to leave.

How Mingjiao will be updated and how to deal with those Persian Mingjiao visitors are their own problems, and Cao Zhe will not interfere.

Chapter 99 Kunlun Secret Realm

Lao Huang and Lao Hong, two veterans, stood aside, with a smile in their eyes showing a joke.

Sure enough, after Cao Zhe received the three swords, the disciples of the Ming Cult did not get up, and Fan Song said instead: "Master Zhang! We are willing to serve under Mr. Zhang, manage the Western Regions for Mr. Zhang, and guard one side. In the future, if Master Zhang has orders, we will follow to the death."

Cao Zhe was expressionless when he heard the words, and then said to Hong Qigong: "Junior brother Hong! You have rich experience in the world, and you can translate for me. What does he mean by this?"

Hong Qigong said: "This is not easy? Use your name and banner, and then recruit troops and horses in the Western Regions to expand your power. You are a majestic Wudang Daoist Zhang, what trouble can you really have? You need them far away Can the men and horses from the Western Regions serve you?"

"During the holidays, if you send someone to give you some souvenirs, that would be considered a filial piety to you."

In fact, Hong Qigong is also very familiar with this set.

The beggar gang used to be divided into two factions, dirty clothes and clean clothes. The clean clothes faction was composed of a series of gray chains attached to the beggar gang, such as caravans, bodyguards, private salt dealers, and private horse dealers. They are beggars and not suitable.

The main reason is that those who venture into the rivers and lakes and make money by going sideways need to rely on the information network of the beggar gang and the deterrent power in the rivers and lakes to facilitate their actions.

The Beggars' Clan is also very simple, they need the money provided by this group of people to support the core disciples and high-level members of the Clan.

Therefore, Hong Qigong experienced a lot of similar attachments when he was the gang leader.

Cao Zhe didn't speak any more, but his attitude was already obvious.

He is not interested in Mingjiao.

Fan Song hit his head hard on the floor, and the stone slabs were cracked.

"Master Zhang! We are willing to die, we can also believe in Taoist ancestors, and we can also worship Sanqing."

"Master Zhang... I beg you to be merciful and save us! Mingjiao has suffered heavy losses and its vitality has been seriously injured. If you hadn't frightened Xiaoxiao, Mingjiao's centuries-old inheritance would have been cut off..."

Fan Song's tone became more and more mournful, as if every word was crying blood.

Cao Zhe said indifferently: "Break it! What does it have to do with me?"

"You and other mundane things, are you still here to disturb the poor practice?"

After finishing speaking, he walked away directly, completely ignoring the changing expressions of the group of Mingjiao disciples behind him.

After getting off the Guangmingding, among the three people in the group, two of them looked at the person in the middle in unison.

Hong Qigong directly rubbed his hands together and said, "Brother Master! Look... when we go back, can you work hard a little longer and carry us back?"

Although Huang Yaoshi didn't speak, his eyes already expressed the corresponding desire.

Although the souls in their bones come from modern society, it cannot be said that they have not flown in the sky, after all, they have also been on a plane.

But the feeling of flying a plane is different from flying directly through the clouds.

Nowadays, in the Wudang inner school, almost all the disciples who are qualified to practice first-class martial arts are majoring in or electing to learn the low-level martial arts of Dayunshou. Flying through the clouds and driving the fog, the feeling of a thousand miles a day.

Facing two pairs of expectant eyes, Cao Zhe said, "There is no rush to go back, we have to hang around in Kunlun Mountain for a few more days."

"The natural gathering array in Kunlun Mountain has not yet fully formed. I need to spend some time to find the core of the formation and see if there are any useful treasures in it."

Huang and Hong showed interest at the same time.

The 'baby' that Cao Zhe can recognize is absolutely extraordinary.

"Since that's the case, there is something the two of us can do. Just let the teacher tell you." Hong Qigong said immediately.

Huang Yaoshi, who was robbed of the opportunity to make trouble again, looked a little depressed.

Obviously he was the one who defected first, but how do you feel that Hong Qigong and Zhang Zhenren are getting closer now?

"It's the same for the old man!" Huang Yaoshi added dryly, expressing his position.

Lao Huang is still too conservative!

Wouldn't it be better to go to my daughter to ask about the plan if I have this leisurely mind?

Cao Zhe laughed and said: "There is no need to bother the two juniors, the poor Taoist has already been found!"

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were taken aback at the same time.

These words... didn't you just say that you need to linger for a few days?

The time notes for feelings are just for fun?

Seemingly reading their hearts from their faces, Cao Zhe said politely, "Poverty and small tricks are worthless, and you always need to be a little more humble."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled the two of them up to the clouds, heading towards a cliff in Kunlun Mountains.

The cliff looks steep, but it actually hides a mystery.

Under a hanging waterfall, there is a deep rift hidden.

In the rift valley, there is also sunlight projection.

In the haze, the rift valley is full of flat peaches and beautiful fruits, and there are monkeys jumping happily in it.

Exotic flowers and herbs are everywhere, and Huang Yaoshi has recognized several flavors one after another. The hard-to-find good medicine is the main material used to refine Wuchang Pill.

Standing at the mouth of the rift, Hong Qigong sniffled and showed joy.

"Sure enough, there is monkey wine, and there are many spiritual flowers and strange fruits here, and the brewed monkey wine should be very delicious. We are lucky!"

Cao Zhe's eyes kept moving in the rift.

Finally, it was fixed on a white-haired ape and a short peach tree with small green peaches.

"It turned out to be a twin spirit."

"This white ape is born with strong bones, exuberant aura, and extraordinary intelligence. It is far superior to its peers, and it has a faint posture of becoming a genius. And this small peach tree is actually at the core of the formation. The most critical part of the innate formation, the spiritual peach produced, is probably not ordinary, and has other strange uses." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

Into the valley.

Hong and Huang went to gather medicine and steal fine wine respectively.

Cao Zhe walked to the small peach tree alone, and reached out to touch the little bi-color peach.

But he saw the little white ape, holding a wooden stick, hitting Cao Zhe's wrist directly.

"what!"

"I don't know how to master swordsmanship without a teacher. This time I pointed at my Yangchi, Hegu, and Sanjian acupoints. Is it just a coincidence... or Tiancheng?" Cao Zhe thought to himself.

He flipped it casually and snatched the wooden stick from the little white ape's hand.

The other hand has already landed on the jasper-like Xiaotao.

"It feels like wood but not wood, like jade but not jade. There is a strong vitality inside, but it is not complete and needs a long time to grow." Cao Zhe tried to sense its roots with true energy.

It was discovered that the root system of this small peach tree was extremely developed and strong, firmly rooted deep in the ground, spreading in all directions.

Not to mention that it is the eye of the innate formation.

Even if not, it is almost impossible to transplant.

"It seems that we can only leave it in this rift for the time being, and pick the fruit after a while." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

Then he looked at the little white-haired ape.

Looking closely at this little ape, it has white hair all over its body, almost silvery white, without a single hair, its cheeks are flushed, and its eyes are dark and psychic.

The tail is slender and curly behind it, like a hook lock, waving constantly.

At this time, it was grinning at Cao Zhe's demonstration and making a sound.

Many apes who were playing around, heard its call, and gathered around.

Chapter 100 The White Ape Practices the Sword

Some of the monkeys were holding sticks, some were holding wild fruits and stones, and they surrounded Cao Zhe in unison.

Cao Zhe wasn't angry with the monkeys either, but released a powerful aura, which made the monkeys run away in shock.

The group of monkeys who responded to the call of the little white ape before immediately left the little white ape alone without any sense of loyalty.

The little white ape was also stubborn, but he was not affected by Cao Zhe's breath, and continued to grin at Cao Zhe.

"Okay! Monkey, don't be angry, do you have a name?" Cao Zhe asked the little white ape.

The little white ape was taken aback for a moment, as if he was wondering why he could hear Cao Zhe's words.

It can have such 'doubts', which just shows that its wisdom is far beyond its kind.

At least, the monkeys and squirrels that Cao Zhe came into contact with on Wudang Mountain never directly doubted why Cao Zhe was different from other people and could communicate with them.

"Zhizhi! I don't have a name, but you can call me king. I'm the monkey king." The little white ape responded, although he was still wary of Cao Zhe.

Cao Zhe smiled and said, "Monkey King? Are you sure? That black-backed gray-haired one is squatting on the biggest fruit tree to eat fruit. What is it?"

Cao Zhe began to chat in depth, talking about some more complicated topics.

He wanted to try to see how smart this little white ape could be.

"I will defeat it. I need to grow. They... can help me grow quickly." The little white ape pointed to the few green fruits on the dwarf peach tree.

Cao Zhe roughly calculated that the intelligence level of this little white ape should be about the same as that of a human cub at the age of four or five.

This number is astonishing!