"How can this be!"
Feng Mingtao couldn't help but rub his eyes, and saw another person appearing with the sound not far in front of everyone.
Even though everyone was watching closely, no one saw how this person appeared.
It was as if he was already there.
The man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was dressed in brown mysterious clothes, with his back to the crowd, and his face could not be seen clearly.
An Qisheng was shocked again when he saw it.
At this time, although the thunderclouds gradually dispersed, the raindrops were not urgent but continued, but the man's clothes were very dry, with no wet spots at all.
Splashing water won’t let in!
It was as if there was an invisible air wall around him, and any raindrops that fell would slide away and not be able to contaminate his body.
"Mu Longcheng! Is he really here?!"
"What kind of kung fu is this? Is it really an invisibility technique?"
"Am I dazzled?"
This Mulong City is really right in front of you!
Everyone in front of the Golden Palace was in an uproar and their hearts were shaken.
This is not Kung Fu, it is simply a legendary magical power!
This Mu Longcheng actually knows the invisibility technique?
"It's not that we can't see him, and he's not really invisible. Is this just an illusion, similar to hypnotism?"
An Qisheng's eyes flickered.
He had felt something very wrong around him before. It was probably at that time that Mu Longcheng had silently affected their spirits?
Let them subconsciously ignore his existence?
An Qisheng compared some things in hypnotism in his mind and made some vague guesses.
But in his opinion, this ability is more terrifying than invisibility.
If Mu Longcheng has the ability to prevent them from seeing him, then he has the ability to prevent them from seeing other things.
For example, what you see as a smooth river may very well be an abyss in reality.
"Mulong City..."
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Mu Longcheng's reputation as the best in the world is almost universally acknowledged. No matter what his senses are, he would not dare to be careless in the face of him.
For a time, the dozen or so people in front of the Golden Palace became nervous and did not dare to express their anger for fear of breaking the delicate atmosphere between the two great masters.
A few people turned around and left, retreating to the edge of the Hall of Supreme Harmony to watch.
"Your spirit almost eluded my perception. I thought you wouldn't come, but you still came."
Taoist Juechen stood in front of the Golden Palace, his eyes lowered, looking down at the visitor.
Taoist Juechen understood somewhat.
Mu Longcheng's spiritual realm has almost surpassed that of seeing gods who are not bad. Seeing gods that are not bad, seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, and avoiding dangers may be deceived by him.
Only in this way can we explain that two god-level masters came to the door together before, and both ended up dead and injured.
“Caged chickens have difficulty spreading their wings when they have food, and wild cranes have no food and the world is wide!
Brother Tao, your talent is not inferior to mine. Unfortunately, you have been in a cage for too long, and it is difficult to stretch your wings and feel at ease. After all, it is difficult to explore the way forward. "
Mu Longcheng's voice was calm and still. He spoke quickly but clearly, and he could not dissipate despite the wind and rain:
"Thunder and Fire Alchemy Palace, the Golden Palace is both protection and restraint. If you don't have the courage to face the thunder and fire, how can you have the chance to transcend the world."
"Cage chicken?"
Taoist Juechen raised his eyebrows and laughed:
"Mu Longcheng, Mu Longcheng, you also made a lot of profits in Daxuan, and the foundation of kung fu was also laid in Daxuan. Now that you have moved overseas, you are devaluing him as a cage?"
"Betterment is just a bondage, regardless of what I have received in the past. Everything I once accepted in Daxuan is now just a bondage to me.
Benevolence and morality, rules and regulations, etiquette and dogma... everything is imposed by others, not your own. "
Mu Longcheng stood with his hands behind his back. He was not tall, but standing in the drizzle, there were towering mountains:
"The lotus grows in the mud, and the elixir grows in the furnace fire, but in the end, they are not the same kind."
Taoist Juechen laughed dumbly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Not the same kind? Are you a god?"
"I'm not a god, and I don't think there are any gods in this world."
Regarding the ridicule in Taoist Juechen's words, Mu Longcheng was neither happy nor angry, and his voice remained calm and unruffled:
"Human beings have evolved step by step from apes, primitive humans, and sapiens. We will not deny our origins, nor will we treat them as the same kind. I am not a god, but I am not a human anymore."
"You are getting more and more arrogant!"
Taoist Juechen's eyebrows were lowered, his beard trembled on his face, and his attitude was cold:
"I don't care whether you are a god or a human being. Even if you are a dog, that's up to you! What do you want to do when you come to Wudang today?"
"Brother Dao, there is no need to think about angering me. Whether you call me a human or a dog, the level of insult to me is the same. I will not be angry about it."
Mu Longcheng shook his head slightly, his eyes indifferent and deep:
"I came to Daxuan for four and only four purposes: Zhang Sanfeng's handwriting, Bodhidharma's relics, Wang Chongyang's annotations, and Gu Changfeng's Xinyi Fist Manual."
"Oh? It's exactly what Changsheng said, you are here for this."
Taoist Juechen raised his head with a hint of surprise:
"But I'm very curious. With your current skills, you are no longer inferior to those sages. It's just a few relics. What's the use to you?"
"According to legend, Zhang Sanfeng founded the Taoist sect in Wudang thousands of years ago. On the day the Golden Palace was built, he came up the mountain with a bronze statue and placed it in the Golden Palace..."
Mu Longcheng glanced at the looming bronze statue of Zhenwu in the golden palace and said seriously:
"I'm probably just a hair away."
"The bronze statue of Zhenwu weighs ten tons. Who can support it to climb the mountain?"
Feng Mingtao, who heard the conversation between the two not far away, couldn't help it.
He was born with supernatural power, and his strength increased greatly after practicing Xiangxiang Quan. The power of a punch has already exceeded a thousand kilograms, but the power of a punch and the lifting of a thousand kilograms are completely different concepts.
I can’t even imagine how terrifying it would be to lift a ten-ton bronze statue up a mountain.
He couldn't help but pull An Qisheng and whispered:
"If one could practice kung fu to this point, wouldn't it be earth-shattering?"
"I have no idea."
An Qisheng shook his head.
He didn't believe it, but he didn't think Mu Longcheng was a liar.
But if what he says is true...
That would be very scary.
Not only An Qisheng but also Yi Feibai, Mei Liangxin and others were also surprised and began to discuss in low voices.
"It's just a rumor, and you believe it."
Taoist Juechen's eyes were a little strange:
"I didn't believe Han Longhua said you were crazy. Now it seems that you are indeed crazy. You actually want to compare with rumors that may not be true..."
"If I don't compare with the rumors, what can I compare with?"
Mu Longcheng sighed lightly:
"Brother Dao, I'm talking to you so much because you gave me guidance when I was still young. Now that I see the way forward, I'm here to help you instead of being your enemy."
"Transfer me?"
Taoist Juechen was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and stepped forward, his momentum moving like a mountain:
"Let me see how much progress you have made, how dare you come to rescue me!"
