The skill is broken, I am stronger

After Ming Dynasty ruled the world, it would surely be able to gather more true dragon spirits, but Lin Lang was still waiting to harvest them and use them to improve his strength.

Whether it is tempering the body, tempering true qi, or even tempering the primordial spirit, it will do.

Before the three transformations, it was effective.

Even if he doesn't need it in the future, he can use it for those around him, or keep it for his future children.

The opportunity is right in front of you, how can you easily miss it?

"Wen Chouchou, you are not bad." Lin Lang felt that it was really right to let Wen Chouchou come to Heimuya, this is a talent.

Wen Chouchou accompanied him with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, my lord. This old slave will definitely serve you and the leader with all my heart."

Lin Lang looked at Wen Chouchou: "Although you were forcibly opened up by Xiongba and promoted to the pinnacle of the Grand Master, you may not have the opportunity to break through to the Grand Master in the future."

"On the rightmost shelf on the second floor of the Gongfa Pavilion, there are martial arts suitable for you. Take a look when you have time. Even if you can't break through, it will allow you to live for a few more years."

Wudu Boy had been taught by Zhang Sanfeng some exercises for nourishing the meridians before, and Lin Lang had obtained the Dafa of Changing the Sun and so on. Even broken meridians can be restored, and of course damaged meridians can also be restored.

Even if Wen Chou Chou's qualifications are average, he can serve him for a few more years.

Wen Chouchou was even more excited. When he followed Xiongba, he never got such benefits. He even knew very well that if one day he was abolished, Xiongba would beat him to death with his own hands and replace him with someone else.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

"My lord, there is another piece of news. Po Jun has indeed returned from Neon with Jue Wushen."

"Juewushen hid this matter so deeply that even his son might not know about it."

Hearing Wen Chouchou's report, Lin Lang wasn't surprised. There was no such thing as God, and he only believed in himself.

"Where is he?"

Po Jun had two divine weapons in his hands. Lin Lang felt that the Sun Moon Sect still had too few divine weapons. The Wushuang Divine Sword was repaired by swordsmith Zhong Mei and given to Jiang Xiaoyu to warm up the sword heart.

Lin Lang himself didn't need magic weapons, but he had to equip Yun Luo, Wang Yuyan, Xiao Zhao and so on for self-defense.

The strength is not enough, the magic soldiers come to join.

And he is also very interested in Pojun's swordsmanship.

"He's in Sichuan, and he just captured the nameless apprentice Jian Chen."

If Po Jun hadn't made a big move to grab Jian Chen, the Sun Moon God Cult's people might not have been able to find Po Jun's trace.

After all, Po Jun is also a martial arts myth, and he wants to hide, even someone like Nie Feng may not be able to find out.

"Has Jian Chen been arrested? Hahaha, it seems Wuming is going to suffer."

"I originally wanted to troubleshoot Jue Wushen first, but now it seems that I should go to see the excitement first."

"When the leader left the customs, tell her that I went to find Wuming, and that the matter of the divine religion will be handled by the Holy Son."

Lin Lang came to the back cliff, waved his hand, and the vulture ran over obediently.

He jumped on the vulture's back, and the vulture flapped its wings and soared high.

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In the Zhonghua Pavilion, Wuming looked at Jian Chen who was kneeling on the ground: "How did your Uncle Dragon King die?"

He has three servants under him, Qihai Dragon King, Guihu and Fengwu, who have followed him for many years, and their strengths are also martial arts myths, much stronger than the ten elders of Zhonghua Pavilion, and they have also helped him with many things.

But today, Jian Chen came back suddenly and told him that the Dragon King of Seven Seas was dead.

Who killed the Dragon King of the Seven Seas?Even if the Seven Seas Dragon King lost, why didn't he even have a chance to escape?

Jian Chen lowered his head: "Master, Uncle Dragon King died after he was injured by a surprise attack by Po Jun in order to save me."

"If he hadn't held back Po Jun, I wouldn't have had the chance to escape and report back."

"Now that the news has arrived, I beg Master to grant me death."

Wuming raised his hand: "Why don't you stay and fight with your Uncle Dragon King? How dare you escape back alone? If you want to die, I will send you to accompany the Dragon King!"

His apprentice is really too disappointing!

Seeing that Wuming wanted to kill Jianchen, Guihu hurriedly stopped him: "Master, the young master is here to report the news."

"And Po Jun is very strong. Even if the young master stays there, he might die. Po Jun probably wants to snatch the heroic sword from the young master's hand, so as to disturb the master's mentality."

"The Dragon King is already dead, what's the use of killing the young master? What's more, the three of us are willing to die for the master and the young master."

"Master, go and kill Pojun, just to avenge the Dragon King."

Jianchen is Wuming's only apprentice, raised by his son, how could Guihu watch his master kill Jianchen and regret it later?

Wuming hesitated for a moment, then put down his hand: "I will definitely kill Pojun!"

"Pojun asked me to go to the place where the sword competition was held back then. If you want to defeat me there, then go. Hurry up, you can get there in three days."

"Guihu, you stay in the Zhonghua Pavilion, Jue Wushen brought people from Wushen Jue Palace to the Central Plains, you guard this place well."

"When I come back, Juewushen will also be wiped out!"

Jian Chen stood up, "Master, I'll go with you."

Nameless nodded: "Let's go."

About an hour after Wuming and Jianchen left, Zhuge Zhengwo came to the gate of Zhonghua Pavilion.

"Brother Guihu, I'm here to ask Mr. Wuming Tianjian, I have something important to ask."

Guihu shook his head: "Shenhou Zhuge, you are late."

"Master is going to finish the unfinished duel that year, and he won't be back for at least ten days and half a month. If you have anything to do, come back in half a month."

Zhuge Zheng was dumbfounded, who else would dare to fight Wuming?

And without Wuming's help, how could he have the confidence to deal with Wushen Jue Palace, how could he have the confidence to keep Da Song's country?

"Half a month? Okay, then I'll come back in half a month!"

Zhuge Zheng turned around and left. He has to go back to the capital of Song Dynasty quickly, otherwise there will be changes there. If he is not here, Song Dynasty will be over.

That night, Wuming and Jian Chen found a ruined temple to rest. Jian Chen got up and said, "Master, I'll catch a hare and roast it. You should eat some pancakes first."

Wuming did not doubt that there was him, took the cake handed by the apprentice and ate it.

Seeing Wuming eating the cake, Jianchen turned around and walked out.

Three days later, Wuming brought Jianchen to the ice cellar.

This is the secret place of Jianzong, and only the most outstanding disciples of Jianzong can practice here.

The battle where Wuming and Pojun competed for the return of Wanjian back then was here.

Coming back here again, there is a feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

"Pojun, I'm here, where are you?" Wuming shouted loudly.

A figure came out of the ice cellar: "Wu Ming, are you ready to die?"

When Po Jun saw Jian Chen following Wuming, he knew that he had won.

Nameless put his hands behind his back: "Pojun, let me ask you, did you poison Xiaoyu to death?!"

Po Jun laughed loudly: "Have you finally realized it? That's right, it's me, using the poison of neon."

"You caused me to lose my family, and I want you to taste what it's like to lose a family. How about it, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Wuming was furious, and directly grabbed the Hero Sword from his apprentice Jian Chen, pointing at Po Jun: "Today, I won't keep my hand anymore."

Po Jun sneered and said, "Do you think it was 20 years ago? You must be the one who died this time, and I am the strongest successor of Jianzong!"

"After killing you, I will rebuild Jianzong as the master of Jianzong."

Wuming stabbed Pojun with a sword, and the inexplicable swordsmanship began to show its power.

Po Jun waved the Greedy Wolf Sword in his hand to resist, and at the same time, the Tianren Saber slashed at Wuming's wrist: "You must be the one who loses today."

Now that he has both swords and swords, how can he not defeat Wuming?

After a few tricks, Wuming discovered that Pojun's strength had indeed improved a lot, and the coordination of swords and swords was very tacit, but he could still win.

His Heavenly Sword Sword Intent will never be defeated.

Even knowing the cause of his wife's death, the power of his inexplicable swordsmanship has also been raised to a higher level.

Just when he was about to attack with all his strength, he suddenly found that the movement of his true energy was a little stagnant.

Po Jun laughed loudly: "Wu Ming, your sword is messed up, let you be buried here today!"

Wuming wants to resist, but finds that he is powerless to resist, is he going to die here today?

Suddenly, a sword energy flew from the side and went straight to Pojun's throat.

Po Jun flew back and retreated: "Who is it! Dare to break into my Jianzong's secret place, are you looking for death!"

A voice came in: "Wu Ming, I have reminded you, why are you still so stupid?"

Seeing Lin Lang appearing, Wuming heaved a sigh of relief.

He has no enmity with Lin Lang, and he did not try to persuade Lin Lang last time.

"Lin Youshi, thank you for saving me."

Po Jun frowned: "You are Lin Lang of the Sun Moon Demon Sect? Unexpectedly, in only 20 years, the world has changed so much, and a small Sun Moon Demon Sect can now become the number one in the world."

"But you are a mere envoy, how dare you stop me?!"

Lin Lang curled his lips: "It sounds like how strong your Jianzong was back then. How many people are there in your Jianzong?"

Whether the sect is strong or not depends not only on whether there are masters, but also on the number of disciples under the sect.

The reason why the North and South Shaolin were the masters of the martial arts back then is because Shaolin has many disciples, all over the world.

It's just that it was the Shaolin back then, and the current Shaolin is just a puppet controlled by Lin Lang, and it's the same in both the North and South Shaolin.

"What your Sword Sect can do, my Sun Moon God Sect can do too. What your Sword Sect can't do, my Sun Moon God Sect can still do!"

"You, a person who was defeated by your junior brother, and you didn't lose your face because you cheated those masters who were invited to witness by being a father, are you worthy of being arrogant with me here?"

Po Jun's face changed, he looked at Wuming, Wuming actually told outsiders about this secret matter of Jianzong?

Wuming's heart skipped a beat, is it true that Lin Lang can't hide anything?

Lin Lang looked at some icicles in the ice cellar, and there was a vague figure inside.

"Jianhui is really a good suzerain to suppress disciples with better talents for the sake of his own son."

Lin Lang thinks that Jian Hui is a fool, you are the suzerain, you can't pass on the secret books of the sect to anyone, who cares who has the best reputation and martial arts?

Perhaps it was because Jianhui's strength at that time was no longer stronger than Wuming, and he couldn't suppress Wuming.

Even if he was surpassed by his apprentice and still not convinced, this suzerain is also useless.

Invited three world-renowned top masters, but after his son was defeated, he wanted to play tricks, so he used Huitian Bingjue to sneak attack and freeze the three of them together in the ice cellar.

Among them is Dugu Fang, the true lord of the Peerless City.

If it weren't for this, Wushuang City wouldn't be getting worse and worse under the leadership of that fake.

Lin Lang appreciates the fact that he doesn't help relatives, but he can't put his life on the line.

"Hey, you said that if I break the icicles and get their bodies out now, will your sword sect become famous again?"

Wuming had a bitter look on his face, but he didn't say anything.

In the final analysis, Jianzong was sorry for him back then. Jianhui used the jade pendant he had when he was apprenticed, so he had to hold back, otherwise how could Pojun leave easily?

How could he have the opportunity to poison his wife? !

He has also been poisoned now, this poison is colorless and odorless, he doesn't even know when he was poisoned, only after fighting with Po Jun did he feel something was wrong.

By then it was too late.

If Lin Lang hadn't rushed over, he would probably be dead by now.

It is also possible that his martial arts were abolished by Po Jun, and he was humiliated before he died.

Po Jun squinted his eyes: "Lin Lang, I have no grievances with you, so I can let you go."

"But since you even know about this, you must not be let go!"

This is not only related to his reputation, but also related to the reputation of his father, Jian Hui, the master of Jianzong, and the reputation of the entire Jianzong.

When he came back this time, he wanted to defeat Wuming, bring back Wanjian and return to the sword sect, and revive the sword sect.