Very soon.
With just one sprint, Fang Bie was already standing within Wudang Temple.
Even Bai Yun didn't react.
As Zhang Zhenren's Taoist boy, he naturally has some skills on his hands.
But I never would have imagined that it would be so fast.
Of course, it was also related to the size difference. If Bai Yunsheng was taller and stronger, Fang Bu would not be able to drag him into the yard like a football.
But Bai Yunsheng is so petite and exquisite.
"What are you doing!" Bai Yun never expected that he would experience being kidnapped at his doorstep in his lifetime.
Moreover, the other party held him in his arms and sprinted a hundred meters into the house, throwing himself into the trap.
"Don't come in unless you are invited." Fang Bie gently put Bai Yun on the ground and said with a smile, "So am I coming in now?"
Baiyun finally looked at Fang Bie.
Before, he didn't know what Fang Bie and Li Bie were, and what Shang Li and Wang Li were, but now, Fang Bie taught him what the dangers and beatings of society were.
"Also, if you hear the word "Fang Farewell" again in the future, just think about how you sprinted a hundred meters while being carried in my arms." The young man said matter-of-factly.
When it comes to educating children, Fang Bie has to say that he is really talented.
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Bai Yun couldn't help but puffed up his face with anger, but when he thought about the moment when he rushed over, everything he had learned in his life was of no use, and he felt very powerless again.
"Master!" He turned around and shouted to the Sanqing Hall not far away: "Someone is bullying me."
If the parent is relatively close, calling the parent is really scary, especially when the parent is very powerful.
But when Bai Yun's voice fell, no one came out from Sanqing Palace.
"This." Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, and then called out again: "Eldest Brother! Eldest Brother is out!"
"Someone bullied me."
Fang Bie stood quietly in front of Bai Yun and watched his performance, but Bai Yun himself finally couldn't stand still.
"That." Bai Yun looked at Fang Bie: "Okay, I give up."
Without the ability to summon his teammates to beat up the enemy, he really had no good way to deal with it.
Fang Bie smiled: "So you must have the correct posture when visiting."
Saying this, Fang Bi looked at the Sanqing Palace in front and said softly: "Farewell, junior, come and pay homage to Master Zhang."
Fang Bi's voice was very soft, but it was filled with Hengjue's inner strength. The sound wave moved forward, straight and unimpeded.
Immediately, an old man's voice rang out from the Sanqing Palace: "Is Baiyun okay?"
As soon as the old man's voice came out, Bai Yun ran over quickly, while Fang Bie waited quietly and heard the footsteps gradually coming from the hall.
"Master, he broke through the door." Bai Yun walked out behind an old man wearing a preaching robe that was about to fade after washing. As soon as he came out, he pointed at Fang Bu and complained.
Fang Bi looked at the old man and made a greeting with his hands clasped in fists: "Junior Fang Bi, I have met Master Zhang of Wudang."
Bai Yun poked his head out from behind Zhang Buping: "Master, beat him!"
"It's not good to be a guest from afar," Zhang Buping said with a smile.
"This junior came all the way here just to beg for help." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said seriously.
Zhang Buping couldn't help but laugh: "I came thousands of miles away to be beaten, so my skin is really itchy."
This Zhang Zhenren from Wudang wears plain clothes and straw sandals, and is extremely simple. His name is Zhang Buping, but he looks a bit too ordinary.
His hands were empty, he was thin and lanky, and only his eyes were particularly sharp and lively.
"I'm here to ask Master Zhang to take a look at my sword." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and continued.
"Where's the sword?" Zhang Buping asked.
"In your hand." Fang Bie said this, stretched out his hand, and a long sword instantly popped out of his sleeve, and was immediately held in the young man's hand.
This kind of magic-like ability made Bai Yun enjoy watching it. After all, Bai Yun was so bored on the mountain that he started watching ants. When he saw Fang's tricks, he felt so happy that he almost had stars in his eyes.
However, his original intention remained unchanged: "Master, beat him!"
"he bullies me!"
Zhang Buping turned around and touched Bai Yun's head: "Don't fight every day. Fighting is not fun. Besides, if this little friend Fang wants to bully you, he probably has many ways to bully others."
Saying this, Zhang Buping looked at the sword in Fang Bie's hand and nodded: "It's a little interesting."
"Then can I use my sword against a real person now?" Fang Bie asked.
Zhang Buping nodded.
Then Fang Bie didn't hesitate at all. He held the sword in his hand and slashed forward in an instant.
Fang Bie will always only have this sword, just like Cheng Yaojin's three axes. If he is not one of the top twenty heroes in the world, he will not be able to take the three axes.
But Zhang Buping in front of him was empty-handed.
If you want to make a sneak attack, the best time is of course when the opponent has no weapons in his hand.
Even if it is a farewell, you must first confirm whether Zhang Buping is ready.
Fang Bie didn't know that his sword was very powerful, even stronger than beings like Ning Huan and Wang Zhi. Facing Fang's other sword, he had to use weapons to fight against it to survive.
But Zhang Buping didn't even have a whisk in his hand, let alone a sword.
But if Zhang Buping nodded, then Fang Bie would choose to draw the sword without reservation.
Because he is Zhang Buping.
Many people suspect that he may be the strongest person in the entire world, and perhaps there is no one else.
The young man's figure jumped forward like a ghost. At this moment, Bai Yun realized that Fang Bu was really playing tricks on him.
When this young man was actually preparing to attack or even kill someone, his eyes and aura were completely different.
"clang!"
There was a soft sound in the air.
It was like the sound of metal colliding.
Fang Bie held his sword and looked at Zhang Buping in disbelief: "Master, is this okay?"
Facing Fang Bie's inevitable sword attack, Zhang Buping just stretched out two fingers.
Two fingers that were as skinny as tree branches.
Zhang Buping stretched out his fingers and faced Fang Bie's thunder-like slashes. He just blocked them slightly, then hit them slowly and quickly. With a force of four or two thousand kilograms, he instantly offset Fang Bie's slashes and even borrowed his strength. Don't bounce the opponent away.
All this is easy to say, but extremely difficult to do in practice.
There are only three words for "receiving and transforming", but if you can really do it, you will undoubtedly be a martial arts master.
"Good sword." Zhang Buping looked at his fingers and then said.
"It makes the real person laugh. The junior holding a sword is still no match for the real person's bare hands. It's the junior who is convinced that he lost." Fang Bie said sincerely.
Zhang Buping is different from others.
When Fang Bie strikes someone with his sword, even if the other party can barely catch it, Fang Bie's long-term training and adaptability allow him to strike the second sword, and even the third and fourth sword at the fastest speed. The last sword was connected with each other, and each sword was an invulnerable sword.
Until the opponent is hacked to death.
This is what Fang Bie figured out what to do if the three-blade ax didn't cut down the opponent.
If three axes can't be cut, then you can only use four axes, five axes or even a thousand axes. As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle. As long as you chop too much, even the steel will be chopped into pieces.
Not to mention people.
But facing Zhang Buping, he was no match for the two fingers that the opponent casually stretched out.
Fang Bie subconsciously thought of Qin.
If I use this sword to kill Qin, will there be similar results?
"I have accepted your sword, but accepting it does not mean that your sword is not good." Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and said slowly: "There are many swords that open and close, and move forward indomitably, but those who can reach the There are very few swords that reach this level.”
"How long have you been practicing this sword?" Zhang Buping asked.
Fang Bie looked at the old man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Ten years."
"Is there anyone you want to kill?" Zhang Buping asked again.
Fang Bie shook his head: "No."
Fang Bie never wanted to kill anyone. All he wanted was to kill those who wanted to kill him.
"Then you must have someone very important." Zhang Buping sighed and said, "If you can practice such a sword, you must have someone you want to kill."
"Either there is someone you want to protect at all costs."
Don't say anything.
Because Zhang Buping was right.
When someone is right about something, if you don't want to quibble or admit it, then staying silent is the best choice.
If there is someone who is very important to you, and she is very powerful, so powerful that you feel that you will never be able to reach her current state in this life, that is really desperate.
But you watched her fight hard in the wind and rain every day, sacrificing her life for the next moment's survival.
Therefore, the idea of not wanting to be a burden, and even standing in front of her to protect her from the wind and rain, arises spontaneously.
Fang Bie finally chose the fastest and most successful path.
But now, Fang Bie also encountered his own problems.
That's because his sword is not strong enough.
Of course - One Sword is already strong enough. To say that One Sword is not strong enough is a bit like Versailles.
If there is a sword that only less than twenty people in the world can catch, and only less than ten people can catch it and have a chance to fight back, then this is definitely a martial arts secret book that will be swarmed by people all over the world.
But Fang Biyi's sword didn't have any martial arts secrets. He just perfected the sword swing. Behind this was ten years of hard work practicing only one sword.
But after all, Fang Bi's sword cannot be like the punch of a certain bald-headed teacher who can unscrupulously ignore the rules every second. His sword is the result of the improvement of internal strength and deep understanding plus long-term observation and practice. Now it has reached an absolute bottleneck.
Fang Bie has almost explored the potential of this sword to the extreme. It can be said that there is no way to improve it. Fang Bie spent ten years polishing this sword. However, even if Fang Bie continues to swing the sword once a day. After swinging it a thousand times and ten years, can Fang's other sword be stronger than it is now?
Of course.
But how much stronger can it be?
Don't know it yourself - it's almost negligible.
There is no way for a young man to master an advanced martial arts move in a short period of time. After all, the stronger the martial arts, the more time it takes to polish it. And the most uncomfortable thing in the world is that it took you twenty years to become a dragon. At the eighth level of the Xiangbo Ruo Gong, I found that after coming out, there were still a lot of people who couldn't beat him.
If we want to talk about the depth of martial arts, whether it is the Great Compassion Fu practiced by Ning Huan or Qin's Sovereign Kung Fu, they are infinitely higher than Fang's other three or five magical arts.
And all Fang Bie has to do is use his worse martial arts and shorter training time to try to defeat the most amazing group of people in the entire world for hundreds of years.
All of this is really a bit too difficult.
Facing the silent Fang Farewell, Zhang Buping smiled and continued: "And you find that your sword gradually becomes unable to help you defeat those more powerful enemies, but you don't have any good ideas yourself. ,Yes or no?"
Zhang Buping asked.
Fang Bie nodded: "So I want to find the answer from the group of people who use swords best in this world."
Zhang Buping laughed: "Then why are you looking for me?"
"Bai Qian is the leader in the world for his exquisite swordsmanship."
"The art of swordsmanship is as high as that of Shang Li."
"Although I know a little bit of swordsmanship, compared with these two, my swordsmanship is really mediocre. If you come to me, you really have the wrong person."
"But you are the strongest." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said.
"Looking for the strongest person to discuss it, there will be some unexpected help."
"The strongest?" Zhang Buping smiled: "Who said that? I am the first to deny it."
"You took my sword. Among the people I have slashed in my life, you are the easiest person to take this sword." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said seriously.
"Before I came to see you, I actually had no idea how strong a person I had never met was."
"Because everyone who has met you thinks you are very strong, and I, who have never met you, can only believe what those people say."
"Someone I like very much said that if you want to know the taste of pears, you need to taste them yourself, so I came here to taste them."
Don't look at the commoner old man in front of you.
"I tried it and came to a different opinion than them all."
The young man said slowly: "I think you are more powerful than they think, just because everyone thinks you are a little bit stronger than them."
"But if you are only a little stronger than everyone, how strong you are is a matter of opinion."
"After all you've never really fought with anyone in public."
Zhang Buping nodded, then smiled: "I don't think I'm that powerful."
"But I do have a good idea about your sword. You can refer to it."
The old Taoist looked at Fang Bie and said.
"What's the idea?" Fang Bie asked.
"Let a sword become a real sword." Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and said every word.
Fang Bu stood there, and for a moment it was like ice water was poured over his head.
What does it mean?
What is a sword?
What is a real sword?
"To kill someone, only one sword is enough."
"Why use the second sword?" Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and asked.
