Ke Xiaoliang's eyes focused again.
He seemed to be staring at something, in a daze.
This time, Yang Zhenzhen did not completely evade, but just lowered his head, his face flushed with shame...but inexplicably proud.
Ke Xiaoliang's appreciation relieved a lot of her inferiority complex caused by the majestic position.
Although she was shy...but she liked the way Ke Xiaoliang looked at her.
You can't hide your love for someone, so even behaviors that would be considered vulgar under normal circumstances become affectionate.
When you think Ke Xiaoliang is still looking at the mountain, he is actually looking at another mountain.
After all, you can change your mood occasionally, but you can't change your mood all the time, and you become a salty fish.
At this moment, the wind and snow on Jituo Mountain became more and more freezing and killing.
The cold wind blowing from the desolate and icy northern wilderness seemed to freeze the hazy sky.
In the thick snow clouds that suppressed the ups and downs of the mountains and the green mountains and rivers, Li Xingzhou, who had just become a Grandmaster, was riding the wind gracefully and freely.
His speed was very fast, but he didn't seem rushed or forced.
The Grand Master can control the eight qi and travel infinitely.
Navigating between heaven and earth has become an instinct.
The strong control over the body makes the Grand Master's flying ability seem to be slightly more than those of the monks who can initially fly.
Of course, compared with the various flying magic weapons and magical escape techniques of the monks, the Grand Master's control of the eight energies seems a little dull and boring.
The mountains and rivers under his feet were passing by quickly, and a heroic feeling suddenly arose in Li Xingzhou's heart.
As the master of the Blood Demon Palace, flying has long been Li Xingzhou's instinct.
In reality, he only needs one thought to stir up endless blood clouds and fill the mountains, rivers and land.
But Ao Xiang at this moment gave him a sense of pleasure in getting rid of the shackles and breaking the shackles. What's more sad than not getting something is getting it and then losing it.
From reality to the world of high martial arts, Li Xingzhou felt as if he had experienced the feeling of loss after such gain.
The days of being tied to the ground were extremely uncomfortable.
Although the Grandmaster can also fly, it is more like holding his breath and performing a 'big jump'. When that breath of true energy is exhausted, you still have to fall to the ground to take a breath, but the Grand Master does not need to do this.
"Since we are not going to the capital to receive the reward with the ancient magical power's head, let's proceed directly to the next step. As a disciple of Wudang, go to worship the mountain, and at the same time contact the aboriginal martial arts people in Wudang. I will secretly control The Zhenwu monks of the Wudang sect are driven out from Wudang Mountain."
"In the past, your Zhenwu Sect united with other sects to cut off the future of my Blood Demon Palace. Today, I, Li Xingzhou, will retaliate and drive the Zhenwu Sect from the world of high martial arts. All your plans will come to nothing. And Wudang... ·It will also become the new lair of my Blood Demon Palace." Li Xingzhou thought to himself.
Using a righteous sect as the foundation, and then occupying the magpie's nest, allowing the Blood Demon Palace to re-activate in the world of high martial arts as a righteous sect, is the second step of Li Xingzhou's "lurking plan".
Only after completing the second step can we proceed to the last step, which is to suppress the martial arts world as the leader of the righteous path and then open the Broken Sky Cliff to study the source of the contaminated blood.
Of course, at that time, he could use the contaminated blood to change the blood source. The "Wu-Dang Sect" did not care about gains and losses, was not afraid of life and death, and devoted all the strength of the sect to do this in the name of sacrifice for the whole world and the whole martial arts world.
The same thing, if you change the way it is expressed in a small way, the impact and effect will be completely different.
Of course, for the second step of this latent plan, Li Xingzhou's current identity, Liu Changren, was indeed a disciple of the Wudang Sect.
However, this kind of status is easily grasped in the martial arts world.
Just like ten people who run escort agencies, run single gangs, work as nursing homes, and work as servants, it is the same reason that six of them were born in Dalin Temple.
It is precisely because of this that there is a saying that Dalin is the best in martial arts in the world.
To put it bluntly, I spent money to find a local martial arts school run by the Wudang Clan and learned some basic martial arts.
Martial arts sects all use this method to gather money and increase their influence. At the same time, they also look for young people with truly outstanding talents to truly be included in their ranks.
The same approach is adopted by all the major spiritual sects in reality.
But everything depends on just four words: "powerful or not".
Just like Liu Da'er, who was doubtful as to whether he was really a clan member of the Han Dynasty, when he gained strength, he suddenly became the real emperor's uncle.
'Liu Changren' has the strength of a great master, so he must be the backbone and the rock of the Wudang Sect.
In the distance, Wudang Mountain is already in sight.
At this time, you can also see dense figures of people on the undulating mountains.
Some are disciples of the Wudang Sect... Of course, more of them are monks of the Zhenwu Sect.
There are more pilgrims going up and down the mountain.
Outside of heaven and earth, in the shadows, whether there is a Taoist master who looks down upon the heavens and is indifferent to everything else is not something Li Xingzhou can know.
When he landed in front of the magnificent Taoist Palace under the morning sun, his rich voice had already spread throughout Wudang Mountain.
"Liu Changren, a junior in the Wudang outer sect, came to visit the ancestral court today. I hope the master of Wudang will give him a favor!" Li Xingzhou's voice was as loud as thunder, echoing repeatedly among the mountains.
The vibrating spiritual energy of heaven and earth also gave rise to layers of strange phenomena.
There are tortoises and snakes manifested, with mountains and rivers as interior, yin and yang as hidden, circling each other, fighting and entangled.
There is also a clear breeze and bright moon, and the ancient pines and streams are reflected in the sky, shrouding Wudang Mountain in the morning sun into a dreamlike night again.
Such a vision is far beyond that of the Grandmaster.
But at this moment, a voice that was old but still heroic responded: "The distinguished guest is coming. The old Taoist walks backwards to greet you. The disciples open the Zhenwu Hall. The poor Taoist wants to sit down with this fellow Taoist to discuss the Tao!"
As he spoke, the black and white qi soared into the sky and turned into a huge Tai Chi diagram, which actually rivaled the numerous visions Li Xingzhou had deliberately created.
Moreover, because the vision displayed by this old Taoist is its fundamental image, it is crowding out the scenery of tortoises and snakes, and the appearance of the bright moon and ancient pines from Wudang Mountain.
Li Xingzhou was stunned at this moment.
Because he sensed that the owner of the vision did not seem to be much behind him in terms of realm cultivation.
Maybe it was a little later than him to break through...but it was just the difference between the front and back feet.
"Poverty Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, I have met my Taoist friend!" An old Taoist priest wearing a white robe walked out of a simple Taoist hut in the back mountain and said to Li Xingzhou.
Li Xingzhou was choked on what he was about to say.
At this moment, he was just filled with questions.
"Hahaha... If it is as I expected, Master Zhang, who is regarded as the first in the world, has broken through the realm of the Grand Master. It is really gratifying!" Li Xingzhou almost gritted his teeth and said these words, and at the same time I was thinking... What is the possibility of going to Dalin Temple and becoming a monk instead?
Zhang Sanfeng, with his fair hair and childish face, soared up to stand opposite Li Xingzhou as if he were stepping on a ladder in the air: "Thanks to my new disciples this time, if they hadn't fought to the death to rescue the old Taoist from the old devil's sword, A poor Taoist will not be in seclusion to heal his wounds, and when he suddenly gets inspiration, he will make a breakthrough and enter the realm of a great master."
The bitterness in Li Xingzhou's mouth was about to overflow.
At this time...he couldn't even say his last words to shake the 'foundation' of the Zhenwu Sect and remind Zhang Sanfeng to be careful about his family.
After all, if you lose the power of being strong, you will inevitably have to be wary of the principle of "not being close without being close".
What's more, Zhang Sanfeng has made it clear that those new disciples have saved his life...
