"This this……"
In the crowd, the young man in hunting attire stood blankly, his mind going blank.
From his perspective:
The three great masters joined forces to attack, but in just an instant, they were all defeated and in a state of embarrassment.
"how so?"
In the heart of the young man in hunting attire, it felt like a mountain had suddenly collapsed.
In his wonderful experience of just two months, the martial arts master was simply an omnipotent existence, and his martial arts skills were as high as the sky. It was a realm that he could only dream of.
But now:
The three masters of Qinzhou joined forces, but they were defeated so simply and easily, which simply overturned all his previous understanding of martial arts!
Is there such a person in the world? Is there such a kind of martial arts? !
He turned his head blankly, trying to find answers from the others, but found that the people around him were just like him, watching all this in a daze.
In the vast main room, there was only deathly silence, as if you could hear a pin drop.
"...Thank you for your kindness, senior!"
After the three great masters stood up in embarrassment, they wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths and quickly bowed to salute with the utmost respect.
They could all see that the silver-faced old monster was showing mercy.
Otherwise, with the terrifying power of the three-foot air wall, a single thought can shock them to death, leaving them without even a chance to resist.
Such terrifying martial arts has surpassed their imagination.
"You should feel lucky."
Zhang Yao took off his hat, revealing the silver metal mask that covered his face. His voice was dull and there was no hint of joy or anger:
"My temper is much better than it was decades ago. Otherwise, if you dare to attack me, you will have to stay alive today."
"Yes, yes, thank you, senior..."
The three great masters were obedient and did not dare to say anything more.
Zhang Yao ignored them and continued to flip through the gold foil and jade album in his hand, looking thoughtful from time to time.
Everyone in the main room did not dare to disturb him. After lighting the nearby whale oil lamp with a torch, they backed away far away, not daring to breathe.
Without Zhang Yao's words, they didn't dare to leave rashly, so they could only wait, sitting on pins and needles.
"..."
The three great masters did not dare to talk in a low voice. They could only communicate with their eyes, and they all saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
If I had known that this time I would run into such a terrifying old monster, I wouldn't have come even if I beat them to death.
They had not experienced this kind of situation where life and death depended on human hands for many years, and now they could only hope that the silver-faced old monster would not go on a killing spree afterwards.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yao finished flipping through the gold foil and jade book, frowning slightly and feeling a little regretful in his heart.
"Pity."
"If I had obtained this secret book twenty years ago, it might have been of some help."
"But now, it has only a little reference value, which is tantamount to tasteless food and a pity to throw away."
This gold-leaf and jade book is called "Eternal Night Secret Record". It not only records Ye Emperor's martial arts, but also his autobiography.
Ye Di was born into a noble family in Qinzhou, and he was a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in hundreds of years. He reached the pinnacle of achievement at the age of twenty-four, and became a grandmaster at the age of thirty-three. His talent was unparalleled in the world.
Only the martial arts and experience left by such a person can be valued by Zhang Yao.
In the account of Emperor Ye:
At the peak of his life, he was probably around sixty years old. He was also able to release his true energy a foot away, and he also touched the level of spiritual power, which was similar to Zhang Yao back then.
But unfortunately, after he passed the age of sixty, his strength began to gradually decline, and he never truly reached a higher level throughout his life.
Compared with Zhang Yao at this moment, it was a huge difference.
"In this "Secret Book of Eternal Night", regarding the techniques for using spiritual power, there are only some methods such as 'witnessing' and 'divine attack', which are quite sophisticated."
"Compared with Changchunzi's "Yang Shen Zhi", each has its own merits; but compared with "Soul Moving Technique" written by King Fengdu, it is slightly inferior."
Zhang Yao compared and commented secretly, and felt more and more that what he had in his hand was useless.
For twenty years, while secretly carrying out his plan, he traveled to many states and counties to collect the most famous and profound martial arts in history, thereby perfecting his own martial arts.
With his strength and means, there is almost no technique that is still circulating in the world that he cannot obtain.
A full twenty years:
He kept exploring and practicing hard, and with the blessing of his two talents, his strength had long surpassed the invincible masters of the past generations, and truly entered an unfathomable realm.
His own unique skill in cultivating and using spiritual power was named "Legilimency", which was far from comparable to "The Secret Record of the Night Emperor".
"Bang."
The gold foil and jade album was thrown back to its original place by Zhang Yao. He turned around and said in a calm tone:
"After I've finished reading, I'll leave the things for you."
After hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and consciously moved out of the way.
Zhang Yao was about to leave when he noticed the accessories of Palace Master Qingchen and suddenly said:
"Are you the Qingchen Palace Master of this generation? Who are you, Qingyangzi?"
When Palace Master Qingchen heard this, his heart trembled and he quickly responded:
"Senior, Qingyangzi is my master."
"oh?"
When Zhang Yao heard this, there was a hint of interest in his tone:
"Then give me the 'Qingyang Fist' again."
"……yes."
Palace Master Qingchen did not dare to say anything more and immediately practiced the Qingyang Fist honestly.
This is a secret boxing technique taught by Qingchen Palace, which requires the accompanying breathing method, so he is not afraid of being stolen by those present.
"Still bad."
After Zhang Yao read it, he shook his head and said:
"Twenty years ago, Qingyangzi was defeated by one of my moves. He could only serve me tea and water and give me the true story in the palace."
"He was so ashamed and angry that he vowed to continue to perfect the method so that future generations would excel."
"But now when I look at this 'Qingyang Fist', I know that his twenty years have been in vain and he has not made much progress."
Upon hearing this, Palace Master Qingchen showed a hint of embarrassment, but couldn't help but complain in his heart.
His master died a few years ago, and he didn't even tell him before he died that he had dealt with the silver-faced old monster.
Even if you can't lose face, just give me a few vague words. How can a master cheat his disciples like this?
As for perfecting "Qingyang Fist", that's even more nonsense. Although Qingchen Palace was only founded a hundred years ago, this technique was handed down thousands of years ago. It has been perfected by many masters in the past generations, so there is no room for further improvement. Already?
Furthermore, even if you continue to work hard, you won't be able to reach such a terrifying state as the silver-faced old monster!
God knows how this old monster was trained.
"Just take care of yourself."
Zhang Yao lost interest, put on his bamboo hat again, and left the main room minding his own business.
Everyone watched him leave, watching his back disappear into the dark tomb passage. You looked at me and I looked at you, all speechless.
Today's encounter may become the most unforgettable memory in their lives...
