The Evil Taoist of Martial Arts

Song Yuanqiao shut up, Su Chu didn't say anything, Song Yuanqiao couldn't force him to ask, the two of them just sat here silently for two hours.

'tick, tick'

The clear sound of sweat dripping on the marble-carved steps came, Song Yuanqiao's heart moved, and his face changed in the next moment. He understood what Su Chu was waiting for, and knelt on the ground suddenly to say something, But the next moment was stopped by Su Chu.

Su Chu smiled and said: "Your Wudang is good!"The first generation of real people, the second generation of Wudang Seven Heroes, the third generation of Wuji Qingshu, and he is the fourth generation, and the four generations will last forever. You Wudang are destined to survive forever in this long river of history. &

**Thank you Your Majesty! u arched his body slightly Song Yuanqiao didn't say anything more, he just set his eyes on the man who was walking towards the two of them with great difficulty step by step. This man was the one who let Su Chujie The true martial arts of the Son of Heaven sword.

This short distance, Zhenwu walked again for half an hour before finally coming to Su Chu.

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Kneeling suddenly on the ground, Zhenwu held up the Tianzijian in his palm with difficulty in both hands, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Wudang disciple Zhenwu presents the sword."

5.4 & not bad! & Su Chu glanced at Zhenwu again, hooked his palm and roared like a dragon, the Tianzi sword had already risen and landed in Su Chu's hand, grabbing the Tianzi sword, Su Chu didn't look at Zhenwu again and just said lightly: "Take me there Meet Zhang Zhenren. &

But before going out, Song Yuanqiao gestured to the disciples on both sides, and as Su Chu left, the two hurriedly helped Zhenwu who had collapsed on the Zhenwu Hall, and took him out carefully .

On the back mountain of Wudang, Su Chu looked at the white-bearded old man in a simple Taoist robe sitting in front of the thatched hut, drinking tea and wine, clasped his fists and said calmly: "Master Zhang, don't come here without any harm!".

Chapter 8: A True Martial Artifact

Chapter 8: A True Martial Artifact

"Please sit down, Your Majesty. Three days ago, the old Taoist accidentally found a mess in an ancient book. I wonder if Your Majesty is interested?" Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly when he saw Su Chu's long beard.

It is a calm and natural breath, different from other people's ethereal, fairy-like, or devil-like breath, the current Zhang Sanfeng is really like a well-maintained old man who is about to be a hundred years old , that calm and natural breath is a symbol of seeing everything in the world.

"Interesting, let me try." Su Chu sat down opposite Zhang Sanfeng.

Su Chu is also very interested in this kind of chess game, and the reason is very simple. Age sometimes really represents everything. Zhang Sanfen has never seen anything at such an age, even if it is what Su Chu remembers. Linglong's chess game was fiddled with, and within two days Zhang Sanfeng was also broken.

But now there is an endgame where Zhang Sanfeng has thought about it for three days and still hasn't got the slightest 24 result, which has attracted all of Su Chu's interest.

"Yuanqiao, go down, take good care of that child Zhenwu." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said calmly.

"Follow master." Song Yuanqiao left immediately.

At the same time, Song Yuanqiao once again took a fancy to Zhenwu, who was already fancy, not to mention Song Yuanqiao's snobbery, which is also normal. Which sect doesn't want to have a few good people. The cultivation base of the middle-level disciples is indeed good, but the high-level disciples are really not so good.

But now Zhenwu suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Zhenwu's aptitude is not very good, this problem can be seen from the first sight of Zhenwu Song Yuanqiao, but Song Yuanqiao remembers that the title of Zhenwu was bestowed by Zhang Sanfeng himself, so Song Yuanqiao has been secretly observing Zhenwu.

However, after observing Song Yuanqiao for such a long time, he found that although Zhenwu worked very hard, he only laid a solid foundation, and his progress was very slow. Therefore, although Song Yuanqiao still did not give up observing Zhenwu, he relaxed a lot.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have happened once, but if it didn't happen once, Song Yuanqiao might not understand what Zhenwu was valued by Zhang Sanfeng.

Su Chu didn't say much, but just set his eyes on the chessboard, and instantly became dignified. On the current chessboard, there are people looking at each other, while the white chess pieces are It is like being in a state of letting go completely, which makes people s have no chance.

Martial arts has reached the level of Su Chu, needless to say, his mind is natural, Su Chu has deduced many steps after asking the question in a flash, and immediately understands why Zhang Sanfeng can't break through this endgame in three days, and the black and white sides are not tired of attacking. , one side defends without getting tired.

Generally speaking, this is a child's game, whether it is an absolute deadlock for black or white, no matter how Su Chu deduces, it is impossible to break this mess.

"Please p1!" At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly interrupted.

"Really Zhang invited." Su Chu also said calmly.

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But comparatively speaking, sweat was already dripping down on Su Chu's forehead, while Zhang Sanfeng's hair was unscathed. After all, there was still too much difference in cultivation between the two. This was an almost insurmountable gap.

Following the unpredictability of the chess game, it finally stopped after two hours. Su Chu was already sweating profusely, but with a smile on his face, he said lightly: "Really Zhang has accepted." &

"I can't talk about making concessions, it's really that the old way of chess is not good enough, and I can't think of right and wrong. It turns out that the moment of change is the manifestation of defeat." w Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard and smiled.

Su Chu didn't talk too much, if you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win. When two people are in such a state, it's not easy to be foolish.

Looking at Su Chu, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly said amusedly: "Your Majesty, what do you think of this child Zhenwu?" !

"Aptitude determines the lower limit, perseverance determines the upper limit, and chance can change everything." Su Chuwan seemed to ask questions that were not answered.

"Hahaha! As expected of your majesty, you can't hide it from your majesty." Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "Indeed, this child's aptitude is not as good as that of Guo Jing and Guo Daxia back then, but the old man named him Zhenwu. It is because of his luck that he can be called the pride of heaven. Su Chu smiled slightly and didn't say much. In Su Chu's realm, pure chance is no longer of much use, and Su Chu also knows that sometimes some opportunities cannot be snatched away. , and it is useless to snatch it, and every era has the so-called proud son of heaven.

From Guo Jing to Yang Guo, then to Zhang Sanyang, and Zhang Wuji in the previous era, in this era, the current world of Yitian has completely deviated from the future development of 917, and it is impossible to develop into a world like Xiaoao again. The proud son of heaven in this era is Zhen Wu!

Three eras, three people are all from Wudang, Su Chu laments that Wudang does not want Daxing, it is difficult!

"But Su Chu suddenly smiled mysteriously, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Is Zhenwu really that simple?"

"Your Majesty & Zhang Sanfeng raised his voice and suddenly smiled: "It seems

Your Majesty has seen it. &

Su Chuxuan shook his head: "I'm not sure, this time it's just an explosion of Zhang Zhenren, but I never thought that Zhang Zhenren would have such a reaction. On the contrary, I have confirmed my thoughts, but I also I never thought, I never thought that in today's world, there is really a person who can practice the real martial arts seven-section formation. &

"The old Tao never thought that Zhenwu was born in the old Tao 15 years ago and picked up Zhenwu, and the location of Zhenwu is the only Xuanwu image in Wudang Mountain, reflecting Zhenwu, so the old Tao adopted Zhenwu in Wudang to hone his skills Personality." Zhang Sanfeng stood up and sighed Shi Wen's ruthlessness.

So to put it bluntly, Zhenwu seems to be an outside disciple, but in fact he is a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng who entered the house, and he is the eighth son of Wudang! .

Chapter 9: Inviting to fight Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 9: Inviting to fight Zhang Sanfeng

However, only Zhang Sanfeng and Zhenwu are the only people who know this identity, and even Song Yuanqiao and the other seven Wudang masters can't tell. The tempering of true martial arts is Zhang Sanfeng's method to pick out those malignant tumors in the Wudang sect.

As for the real uniqueness of Zhenwu, just like what Su Chu said, the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation is still a very terrifying formation in the world even now. This formation has been perfected by Zhang Sanfeng again these years. It is equivalent to one hundred and eight masters at the head level.