A certain arrogant temperament spread around Zhang Chu.
Xuankong felt the changes in Zhang Chu, and felt more and more incredible. He was shocked in his heart:
"Oh no, no wonder Grandpa Zhu Kuang is willing to accept my eldest brother as his apprentice. To do such a thing in this realm is so outrageous!"
In fact, understanding the artistic conception of a weapon, or firming up one's own path and determining one's own intentions are not things that creatures in the spirit-building realm need to consider.
Tong Qingshan's spear intention and Zhang Chu's current madness are both in the late stage of the real person realm. There is a "completed weapon" realm. Most living beings need to be in that realm to complete this step.
However, at this moment, Zhang Chu continued to exude such aura and temperament. How could this not shock Xuan Kong!
Suddenly, Zhang Chu opened his eyes. Although his spiritual power was suppressed and his physical body showed no obvious changes, Zhang Chu's temperament was completely different. A certain kind of arrogant and domineering aura completely spread out.
"Come on!" Zhang Chu looked at Zhu Kuang and directly challenged him.
Xuankong's jaw dropped in shock on the spot, and he hurriedly shouted: "Brother, are you asleep? It's not enough time to burn three sticks of incense!"
"It doesn't take three sticks of incense." Zhang Chu stared at Zhu Kuang and said.
Zhu Kuang laughed loudly: "Hahaha, okay, okay, okay!"
Before Zhu Kuang could make a move, Zhang Chu moved, and the Emperor Ruler in his hand suddenly became longer and wider.
The dark Emperor Ruler exudes a thick, simple, yet arrogant atmosphere.
It seemed that the change in Zhang Chu's aura also affected the Emperor Ruler, and it became arrogant.
Zhang Chu rushed in front of Zhu Kuang in one step and struck the emperor's ruler down from the sky. Although this move was simple, it was domineering and arrogant, with a self-centered aura.
Although Zhang Chu's momentum was arrogant, Zhu Kuang was not affected at all. He held the wine jar with one arm and raised his head to drink wine, as if he didn't see Zhang Chu's Emperor Ruler.
But the Emperor Ruler struck down with terrifying force.
Zhu's drinking movements remained unchanged, and the other hand holding the golden stick shook it slightly, as if carelessly, but the golden stick was placed directly on the top of his head, blocking Zhang Chu's Emperor Ruler in a perfect way!
when!
The terrifying power of Da Di Chi was suppressed, and at the same time Zhang Chu felt that this time, the power of Sun and Moon Chongming burst out.
It can be seen with the naked eye that although Zhu Kuang's golden rod blocked this one foot, the golden rod slid downwards in Zhu Kuang's hand, as if its strength could no longer hold the golden rod firmly.
However, Zhu Kuang didn't take it seriously and let the golden rod slide in his hand. He still held the wine jar in his other hand and poured wine into his stomach.
Zhang Chu exhausted all his strength in one move, and immediately launched a second attack. It was also arrogant and domineering, hitting the emperor's ruler across the board, causing a sound of wind.
Woo...
There is no spiritual power, no secret method, this is a pure battle between the physical body and skills.
Zhu Kuang didn't seem to see Zhang Chu's Emperor Ruler. He just leaned back hard while holding the wine jar high and continued to drink wildly.
Just when the Emperor's Ruler was about to hit the wine jar, the wine jar in Zhu Kuang's hands suddenly flew upwards.
The Beating Emperor's Ruler passed between Zhu Kuang's upturned face and the wine jar. It seemed that Zhu Kuang was able to resolve it easily and Zhang Chu's attacks were all in the empty space.
But Zhang Chu didn't care. If one move failed, he would try another one.
At this moment, Zhang Chu seemed like a god descending to earth, and also like a madman who only knew how to attack without leaving any way to retreat. The attacks were continuous, Zhang Chu's figure danced wildly, and he was like a king in the world when he hit the emperor's ruler, and he was extremely domineering.
Zhu Kuang held the golden stick in one hand and the wine jar in the other hand, letting Zhang Chu's wind blow like a weed in the storm.
Although it looks shaky and shaky, as if something could go wrong at any time, its roots are firmly rooted in the earth, and no matter how Zhang Chu attacks, it will not mess up its rhythm at all.
He didn't even use his hands.
Zhang Chu felt very relaxed. For the first time, when facing Zhu Kuang, he no longer passively defended, but attacked, constantly attacking!
This is what fighting should feel like, and Zhang Chu's mood became more and more intense.
Even if his spiritual power was suppressed, even if he only had physical strength, the arrogant artistic conception and domineering conquest gave Zhang Chu a vivid sense of battle.
Of course, this time, the offense and defense of both sides completely changed.
Not far away, Xuan Kong was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out of his head. He looked at the battle between the two sides in disbelief.
At first, Xuankong was frightened by Zhang Chu's counterattack and felt that this elder brother was really outrageous. After just a short while, he was able to counterattack the madmen.
But soon, Xuankong seemed to be appreciating art, completely immersed in Zhu Kuang's responses.
Yes, Xuan Kong's stick skills and body skills are the ultimate enjoyment in Xuan Kong's eyes.
At this time, Xuan Kong was looking at it in a mesmerizing way.
He even began to imagine that Zhang Chu was attacking him. He also learned from Zhu Kuang's method, carrying wine in one hand, and easily and freely defused the waves of attacks.
This time, Zhang Chu attacked Zhu Kuang with thirty-nine moves, but suddenly, the scene of the violent storm came to an abrupt end.
Zhu Kuang's golden rod suddenly stopped at Zhang Chu's chin. Just one strike of the golden rod could pierce Zhang Chu's throat.
Zhang Chu was defeated.
Zhu Kuang laughed loudly: "Hahaha, not bad, very good. I like your technique very much this time."
Gudu Gudu...
Zhu Kuang looked up to the sky and drank a few sips of wine, then shouted: "Give me more wine, and I will give you three sticks of incense time."
Zhang Chu waved his hand, and dozens of altars of hundred-year-old drunkards piled up in front of Zhu Kuang.
But Zhang Chu said decisively: "Three sticks of incense are not enough time, I want one day!"
Zhu Kuang was slightly startled.
Not far away, Xuan Kong was startled, couldn't he bargain with Zhu Kuang? Brother, why do you still speak so confidently?
However, Zhu Kuang suddenly shouted: "Okay, I'll give you one day, but I want to see how far you can go in one day."
When Xuan Kong heard this, he was immediately very happy. Like a magic trick, a few more mysterious fruits appeared in his hand. He put the fruits in a jade plate and gave them to the madmen.
"Grandpa, you have worked hard to beat my brother. Come on, you can try these fruits. I traveled all over the wilderness to pick them specially for you."
The madmen were not polite and took the fruits Xuan Kong gave them and ate them.
Zhang Chu sat down and thought about why he lost.
Lost your mind?
No, the intention is not defeated, but the "skills" are defeated.
Zhang Chu's current situation is that he has a sense of arrogance, but does not have the skills to match it.
Like other crazy people, his thoughts are unrestrained, uninhibited, and full of freedom and debauchery.
Corresponding to this intention is Zhu Kuang's "skill", which is the drunken skill. After drinking, it seems to be disorganized and nonsensical, but in fact it is definitely not simple.
But now, Zhang Chu does not have such "skills".
Although Zhang Chu had learned swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and boxing skills when he climbed the ladder to heaven, and he was very accomplished, none of them could match Zhang Chu's "crazy" intention.
Therefore, Zhang Chu needs to create a "skill" that can perfectly match his own intentions.
Zhang Chu's weapon is the ruler, so Zhang Chu will create a "skill" related to the ruler.
Of course, Zhang Chu already mastered the Seven Feet of Remnant Burial, so Zhang Chu planned to integrate the Seven Feet of Remnant Burial into his own skills.
In fact, each of the seven moves of Buried Seven Feet requires not only the support of the physical body, spiritual power, and soul, but also requires the accumulation of some kind of secret power between heaven and earth.
But this time, Zhang Chu is in a purely physical state. He wants to dismantle the seven-foot burial, understand the essence of the ruler method, and then create a method that can be performed only with the physical body.
This is not to say that Seven Feet of Remnants is not powerful, but it means that Seven Feet of Remnants is too condensed.
For example, the seven-foot ruins are like seven exquisite buildings and seven pagodas with different styles.
It brings together the essence of all construction industries and finally presents these seven pearls.
However, Zhang Chu obtained these seven pagodas directly. He could use these seven pagodas, but Zhang Chu did not understand how they were built piece by piece.
The current situation is that Zhang Chu wants to gain the ability to build buildings by himself. He not only wants these seven pagodas, but also wants to construct more buildings by himself.
Then it is obvious that disassembling these seven pearls, absorbing their foundation, and understanding the origin of the ruler is the best way to create a crazy ruler.
Therefore, Zhang Chu was completely immersed in his own world, dismantling every move, every movement, every mental method and the operation of spiritual power in Zan Burial Seven Feet...
Gradually, the day passed.
Zhang Chu sat cross-legged on the spot, his whole body glowing, and even rumbling Taoist sounds emanated from Zhang Chu's body. It seemed that Zhang Chu had fallen into a deep enlightenment, as if he had completely forgotten time.
Xuan Kong was very worried because the appointed time was coming soon.
Finally, when the time came, Xuan Kong hurriedly stood up and took out some fruits, hoping to please the crazy people.
Xuankong knew that Zhang Chu's current state must not be disturbed, otherwise, Zhang Chu might lose an excellent opportunity for enlightenment.
However, as soon as Xuankong moved, a golden rod was placed across Xuankong's head, which frightened Xuankong and immediately froze in place.
At this time, Zhu Kuang said softly: "Idiot, didn't you see that he was enlightening? Why are you moving? Is it fun to disturb him?"
"Ah?" Xuan Kong opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhu Kuang in disbelief.
At this moment, Xuankong felt like his brain was no longer functioning. No, you are a madman, you are the tomb keeper. Your duty should be to eliminate us tomb robbers.
Take a step back and say, if you don’t destroy us, you said before that you would wait for Zhang Chu for one day. When that day comes, shouldn’t you strictly enforce the rules?
Why don't you stop disturbing him yourself?
Zhu Kuang drank a sip of wine for himself, glanced sideways at Zhang Chu, and said lightly: "This boy is very good!"
Then, Zhu Kuang nodded at Xuan Kong again: "Why don't you drink and practice that kind of boxing? Do you look down on me?"
Xuankong was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and hurriedly got up: "Practice, grandpa, I will practice now!"
