In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng began to retreat. No, it was not considered retreat. What he needs now is not retreat, but to experience Zhang Sanfeng’s hundred-year journey and integrate his martial arts.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed completely. Wudang Mountain is still the same as before, and Zhenwu Hall is still the same as before.

One month is not long, it is just a matter of time when the disciple practices several sword moves and a few times the real person goes into seclusion.

But for Zhang Sanfeng, it was completely different. In one month, his gains were very big and very big.

He has seen Zhang Sanfeng's century-old journey through a brief look, but these are not the most important. The most important thing is that he has completely integrated Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts cultivation. Now he is definitely not inferior to Zhang Sanfeng before, and it can even be said that he is even better!

In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, an invisible pure yang true power swept across from three feet away from him, causing the void to make a hissing sound.

"In one month, I have completely integrated everything about Zhang Sanfeng, and the rest is waiting,"

Zhang Sanfeng's face was full of deepness. He slowly raised his head. He had a premonition that the world of Heaven and Dragon Slaying is not his end, but more like a starting point!

A brand new starting point.

Shaking his head and removing the messy thoughts in his mind. Now he is not qualified to think so much!

Suddenly, a red internal force appeared on Zhang Sanfeng's hand, with heavy internal force, like a mountain, emitting a destructive aura.

"Everyone says that the most powerful skill in the Heavenly Spirit Dragon Slaying is the Nine Yang Divine Art, but now it seems that my Pure Yang Wuji Achievement is not inferior to the Nine Yang Divine Art!"

Zhang Sanfeng's Pure Yang Wuji Gong has been perfected. Next, as long as he moves Zhoutian step by step, he can continue to enhance it infinitely.

Moreover, although the pure yang internal power cultivated is not as terrifying as the Nine Yang Divine Art at the beginning, it is invincible with all poisons and extremely powerful, the later it goes, the terrifying nature of this technique will be reflected.

Haven't you seen that in the original work, Zhang Wuji had to break the mystic gate of the whole body to make the internal force of the Nine Yangs live continuously, and it was only then that it was great. It was so difficult to break the mystic gate. His master, Master Jueyuan, failed to break the mystic gate and burned his internal force to death.

However, his Pure Yang Wuji Achievement is different. As long as he continues to practice diligently, he will never be weaker than the Nine Yang Divine Achievement in the later stages.

Zhang Sanfeng stood up, glanced at the Zhenwu Hall, and smiled faintly. This feeling of power was so wonderful. He stepped out and as soon as he left the door, he saw Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan who were strolling.

Song Yuanqiao pushed Yu Daiyan in a wheelchair and the two slowly walked around the Zhenwu Hall, looking at the Zhenwu Hall from time to time, with unconcealed worries in their eyes.

Since the master woke up in seclusion for seven days a month ago, he had been in seclusion for another month. Thinking of his master's age, he was even more worried, so every day, they would check around the Zhenwu Hall.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng must not have something to happen. Song Yuanqiao was full of worries. Although the return of the fifth junior brother was a good thing, it was involved in the dragon-slaying sword, and there would be endless troubles. If something happened to Zhang Sanfeng again at this time, then their Wudang Mountain would be in turmoil!

When there was something in his heart, his consciousness naturally declined. The two of them didn't see Zhang Sanfeng who was already not far away. Zhang Sanfeng looked at his two disciples and couldn't help but smile and waved his hand with a wry smile! "Daiyan, far bridge!"

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan both raised their heads. When they saw Zhang Sanfeng looking at him with a smile on his face, they said excitedly, "Master, you have finally come out. Why did you have been in seclusion this time so long? The disciples are really worried."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, "Master has been pursuing a supreme magical skill recently, and now it has some prototypes. When it is perfect, I will give it to you. I only have one pure Yang Wuji skill in Wudang Mountain, but it is not enough to support the storefront."

What Zhang Sanfeng said was naturally the Tai Chi sword. Before he came to this world, the Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng had already taken shape.

He had been in seclusion for a month and took all this knowledge for himself. Now, he is so kind to say that within ten years, he will definitely be able to perfect Tai Chi and create two supreme martial arts: Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword.

"It turns out that the master is comprehending the supreme martial arts."

Yu Daiyan coughed a few times and said with difficulty. At this moment, the heavy look on Yu Daiyan's face instantly decreased by half. With the martial arts myth of Zhang Sanfeng, they were really fearless in Wudang Mountain.

"Daiyan, your injury has been for several years. In recent years, I feel very uncomfortable when I see you unable to recover and lose all my martial arts skills. But it doesn't matter. I have found a way to cure you. As long as you follow the steps, your injury will definitely be restored as before!"

Zhang Sanfeng solemnly said that what he inherited was not only Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, but also his feelings for Wudang Mountain and his deep feelings for the seven disciples under him!

"Really, I... the disciple's legs can really be recovered?"

Yu Daiyan's eyes were red, and almost hot tears were dripping. He looked at Zhang Sanfeng softly, and his emotions reached the extreme in an instant.

No one knows how much pain he suffered in his heart. Originally, he was one of the seven heroes of Wudang, who was brave and righteous with his sword, and he didn't know how happy he was.

But a few years ago, his legs were destroyed and his skills were completely lost, just like a useless person, almost ruining his mind. If he hadn't been worried about his master and Lao Wu, he would have already committed suicide.

Now that he learned that his injury had a chance to heal, his excitement was almost indescribable.

"Yes, there is a way for your teacher. Moreover, the one who hurt you back then will not let you go. The teacher will personally catch them and let them apologize in front of you!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyebrows were full of coldness. He didn't know that Zhang Sanfeng in the original work thought so.

But since he has become Zhang Sanfeng, he will never have such a frustrated thing to do like in the original work. Those who insult Wudang Mountain will be killed without mercy, and those who bully his disciples will be killed without mercy!

Zhang Sanfeng's robe was swelling, and a terrible aura radiated, which made Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan almost stunned, and a strong look of respect appeared from them.
Chapter completed!