God rewards hard work in comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 30 Chapter 0030 Zhufeng Conference

After absorbing the thousand-year ice silkworm, Zhang Wei not only lost all the cold poison, but his skills also transformed into unparalleled levels.

He has achieved great success, and his strength is already ranked high in the world.

However, after he achieved the mastery of his magical skills, he found that in the skill column, the speed of God's reward for hard work had become extremely slow, and he might not even move for ten days!

Zhang Wei couldn't help it. His Gold Finger, which rewarded hard work, relied on hard work to become a god, and he couldn't soar all of a sudden.

Zhang Wei and Xiao Yezi left here after spending the night in the cave.

But Zhang Wei was not in a hurry to return to the ancient tomb, but went to the Chongyang Palace of the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain.

He wants to go there to find Taoist scriptures to read through, in order to improve and consolidate his state of mind, and strive to never happen again.

Xiao Yezi returned to the ancient tomb. During this period of time, she saw a lot of scenery she had never seen before, many strange techniques and things, and gained some understanding. She wanted to go back to practice in seclusion for a while.

In fact, she was hit by Zhang Wei. Before, she could hold Zhang Wei down and hit the ground, but now it was the other way around.

She felt that she could not go on like this and must regain the initiative again.

"After this retreat, her strength should be able to reach a higher level." Zhang Wei thought to himself.

She must have accumulated a lot of experience this time. After all, it was her first time to explore the world, and all kinds of novel experiences helped her quickly digest the deep accumulation she had made before.

Zhang Wei was wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged in the Taoist palace, holding a Taoist scripture in his hands and chewing with difficulty.

He found that there were many things in the Taoist scriptures that he half understood, so he wrote down these points one by one, and after reading them through, he went to consult the old Taoist Master Xuan Song.

In this peaceful and boring life, time quietly came to the first day of April.

This day was the second month since he came to this world, and it was also the time when his cold poison originally broke out.

However, he looked content at this time, sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple, drinking tea and looking at the Taoist scriptures in his hands, and his whole person exuded an aura of tranquility.

In the past ten days, Zhang Wei did not pursue cultivation too much, and he no longer used meditation as a substitute for cultivation at night. He rarely had a good sleep.

However, his cultivation has become stronger.

"Perhaps practicing non-stop is not necessarily a good thing. Sometimes it is necessary to combine work and rest. This may be more beneficial to cultivation. The harmony of yin and yang is the way."

After these ten days of precipitation, Zhang Wei's whole temperament has become much clearer, and everything he says is clear and logical.

Zhang Wei put a Taoist scripture into the cloth bag. This was the Taoist scripture that he had been reading through for ten days.

Although he has read it many times, the more he reads it, the more he understands it. Every time he reads it, he has a different feeling. He feels that he may be able to read this Taoist scripture for a lifetime.

"Little friend Zhang Wei, are you ready to go down the mountain?" Old Taoist Master Xuan Song asked when he saw Zhang Wei packing his things.

"Today I suddenly felt very restless and wanted to go down the mountain for a walk." Zhang Wei didn't hide anything and said what was on his mind.

"It seems that my little fellow Taoist has gained a deeper understanding of the Tao during this period. Not bad, not bad." Taoist Master Xuan Song stroked his beard and was very pleased.

Zhang Wei was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, and his purple mink coat had been left in the ancient tomb.

Carrying a small cloth bag, he walked down Zhongnan Mountain leisurely, looking like a little Taoist priest who had just come down the mountain.

However, his silver hair was so bright that no one really regarded him as a little Taoist priest. Instead, they thought he was an accomplished old immortal.

Zhang Wei didn't know what was going on. His cold poison had been resolved and the foundation of the loss had been repaired. Why did his hair not turn back to black?

But he doesn't worry about it, he has gotten used to it after so many years.

This time he did not disturb Xiao Yezi's retreat and went to the nearest city alone.

Zhang Wei was walking on a bustling street, where he could see vendors walking through the streets and alleys, selling all kinds of snacks and toys, and the sounds of shouting and selling were endless.

The sideshow area was even more crowded with spectators, and applause and cheers could be heard from time to time, attracting more people to watch.

"But Senior Zhang Wei is in person? We are disciples of Juxian Village. We are here to deliver hero cards to our seniors on the orders of the two village masters. We hope that seniors can go to Juxian Village to participate in the Zhufeng Conference in three days."

Soon, two disciples from Juxian Village found Zhang Wei and handed him an invitation.

Zhang Wei's name was well known in the world after the Songshan event.

Zhang Wei looked at the two Juxianzhuang disciples in front of him. They were much older than him, but they called themselves seniors. This was a very novel experience.

"If I remember correctly, didn't Juxian Village say it would hold a Heroes Conference before? How come it turned into a Zhufeng Conference?" Zhang Wei was a little confused.

"Did something happen that caused them to change their name?"

Soon, Zhang Wei knew the reason.

Because Wudang and Shaolin will also hold hero conferences next month, and they will be of unprecedented scale.

Therefore, they had to change the Heroes Conference to the Zhufeng Conference.

The two owners of Juxian Village, You Ji and You Ju, don't dare to compete with Shaolin Wudang for fame. You know they don't have the strength.

"It seems that no matter which world it is, Qiao Feng's identity as a Khitan will not change." Zhang Wei looked at the hero post from the Peak Killing Conference in his hand and sighed.

Looking at the signatures on it: "Xue Muhua, You Ji, You Ju", there is also a note on the back of the invitation: Mr. Xue Muhua is known as "Miracle Doctor Xue".

The two heroes of the You family, plus Doctor Xue, have indeed gained traction.

The two heroes of the You clan know enough people in the world, and with the addition of Divine Doctor Xue, who is known as the "enemy of the king of hell", as the spokesperson for the Zhufeng Conference, there is really no need to worry about no one attending.

Doctor Xue's superb medical skills and his ability to bring the dead back to life are known to everyone in the world.

This kind of person with superb medical skills is the most popular in the world. Most people are willing to give him a favor and maybe ask for it from him in the future.

"Haha, the Feng-Zhuan Conference, this tone is quite loud." Zhang Wei knew Qiao Feng's true strength, and he couldn't just kill him if he wanted to.

Unless the four great Shaolin monks gather together and the Wudang Seven Heroes join forces, it will not be easy to kill Qiao Feng.

Zhang Wei will definitely go to this conference, but he is not going to discuss with those people to kill Qiao Feng, he is going to prevent something from happening.

"Now that I have achieved the magic skill, my strength is no worse than Qiao Feng. If I don't do something to make my thoughts clear even if I have such strength, then there is no need to practice this martial art anymore."

When your strength has reached this level, if you still fear this or that when doing things, it will be detrimental to your practice.

Zhang Wei now pursues to make his thoughts more clear, and he can do whatever he wants.

"If you can't understand your thoughts, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

"And my current strength is no worse than that of the top four Tianlongs. As long as I don't mess with those cheaters and those cultivators, I won't be in any risk at all."

With his current strength, he no longer has to be as cautious as before.

Just like when he faced He Taichong from the Kunlun Sect, he didn't need any calculation at all, he could just crush him.

As for whether Ren Woxing and Ding Chunqiu would come to cause trouble, Zhang Wei was not afraid at all.

With his current strength, coupled with Zhihan Zhidu's internal strength, he was really able to restrain those two people, and he was sure to win the battle.

This is the self-confidence brought by strength. He will not belittle himself, and of course he will not be arrogant. There are too many cheaters in this world, and his cheats are really no match for them.

Not to mention Zhang Wuji, after five years of enlightenment in the valley, he directly reached the ninth level of Nine Yang Divine Art as soon as he came out of the mountain. The speed of inner strength cultivation is unprecedented and unprecedented!

Let's talk about Duan Yu. In just a few months, he had an internal strength comparable to the peak of this world. He learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword after just a few glances.

Looking at Xu Zhu again, how long did it take for him to go from an ordinary person to a being with hundreds of years of skill?

Every time Zhang Wei thinks about these cheats, he feels that his cheats are not big enough. The thing he fears most is comparison.

However, he has not heard of Xu Zhu's name in this world, and the Zhenlong chess game has not been broken yet. It should be that Wu Yazi's time has not come yet.

Soon, three days passed, and Zhang Wei came to Juxian Manor leisurely.

At this time, the place was full of heroes and heroes from all walks of life, and it was very lively.

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