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Song Yifei has practiced "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu" for more than 20 years, and he is no longer familiar with what he is familiar with.
Cross-legged on the bed, Song Yifei quickly entered the state.
Not long after the cultivation method was in operation, the bottleneck of the sixth to seventh floors was naturally formed, and it was quietly broken through.
Easy is like piercing a piece of window paper.
After the bottleneck was broken through, the inner strength slowly accelerated like flowing water, and it automatically completed a small cycle after another, and finally returned to the dantian, and then flowed out from it, repeating the cycle.
Buzz!
The sudden increase in internal strength caused a slight bulging sensation in Dantian, who had no time to adapt.
"The seventh floor of "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu"! Is that the breakthrough?!"
Because it was so smooth, Song Yifei once suspected that he was hallucinating, and he couldn't help but believe it until he practiced the seventh-level exercises several times in succession.
The mystery of life encounters has to make people sigh!
The original owner risked his life to pursue the result, but he obtained it as easily as eating and drinking.
"It doesn't matter if your qualifications are mediocre, as long as you have enough adventures!"
This time, if the system hadn't helped him find "The Entangled Purple Qi Chapter", he wouldn't know the year of the monkey if he wanted to break through.
Song Yifei, who had broken through to the peak of his inner strength, had untied a knot in the heart of the original owner, and his mind became more relaxed than ever.
Relaxed Song Yifei had a rare good night's sleep
? In the early morning of the next day, after Song Yifei got up and finished washing, he changed into a strong attire unique to Wudang disciples, and went to the main hall of Xianque Palace with a Wudang-style saber.
Song Yifei's task of teaching new disciples ended three days ago.
New disciples have already been arranged to enter various halls and palaces, and the Xianque Palace has also been divided into many.
In previous years, Song Yifei needed to bring new disciples to familiarize himself with the environment of Xianque Palace. This year he is going down the mountain, so naturally he will not arrange for him to bring newcomers.
"Hello Senior Brother Song!"
"Hello Senior Brother Song!"
Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, many disciples who were also sent down the mountain greeted Song Yifei one after another.
Since he was driven down the mountain, he must have not made a breakthrough in his internal strength and was of mediocre aptitude.
Although Song Yifei and their talents are not the same, on the one hand, Song Yifei started early, and on the other hand, Song Yifei has a rich father.
In the future, everyone will struggle at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, and it will definitely be beneficial and harmless to make friends with a rich second generation.
No matter how bad it is, when you pass by Song Yifei's house, you can go in to have a meal and ask for some money.
With such a mentality, this group of disciples who are nearly thirty years old are very enthusiastic.
"Hello Junior Brother!"
Song Yifei politely responded one by one.
"Why didn't senior brother stay on the mountain like in previous years?"
Some disciples asked curiously.
The old disciples of Xianque Palace basically knew about Song Yifei spending money to stay in Wudang Mountain to practice.
For his actions, everyone gave him four words: people are stupid and rich.
In fact, there is not much difference between staying on the mountain and practicing at the foot of the mountain. Many disciples will take the initiative to apply to go down the mountain after realizing that their talents are mediocre, and they rarely wait until they are thirty.
After all, youth is limited. Instead of wasting youth on the mountain, it is better to go down the mountain to enjoy the colorful world.
"I'm so still and want to move, I want to go down the mountain!"
Song Yifei's tone was vague, and he prevaricated the question.
Originally, he wanted to go down the mountain to eat the old man, but now that he has a system, he naturally wants to make a name for himself and make a career.
In the past few days, he took the time to visit the scenic spots in Wudang, and there was no second adventure.
This is also a reason why he had to go down the mountain.
"snort!"
Hearing Song Yifei's pretentious words, a disciple in a blue-gray outfit with a haughty look snorted coldly with disdain.
This dark and arrogant disciple not only dressed differently from them, but also stood slightly apart from them.
"Huh? It turns out that Junior Brother Fang is also here! Could it be that Junior Brother Fang is going down the mountain too?"
Song Yifei showed surprise.
The arrogant disciple is named Fang Zong, 31 years old this year, the seventh level of "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu", a second-rate master with great internal strength, theoretically he can stay.
"Hmph! I won't be like someone with mediocre qualifications."??I have to stay on the mountain with a thick skin. "Fang Zong said mockingly.
Many years ago, Fang Zong violated the door rules once, and was bumped into by Song Yifei. Out of good intentions, Song Yifei didn't report to the sect, but simply gave him a lesson.
What Song Yifei never imagined was that Fang Zong not only didn't know how to be grateful, but also held a grudge because of it, and often found trouble for him.
The original owner was eager for quick success and became obsessed, not necessarily without the credit of this guy's cynicism.
Hearing Fang Zong's words, Song Yifei was not angry.
"Junior Brother is right! So I am going to go down the mountain and go home to inherit my father's wealth! I heard that Junior Brother Fang was sold up the mountain, and there is nowhere to go down the mountain if you want to. If you don't dislike it, our family still needs someone The servant who cleans the toilet!"
Song Yifei said sincerely with a smile on his face.
"Song, you are looking for death!!"
Fang Zong, who was touched by Ni Lin, pulled out the sharp sword in his hand instantly.
"Cough! Cough! What's so noisy?"
An old man wearing a purple Taoist robe with a fluttering white beard, who looked like a fairy, came out of the hall and asked in a cold tone.
Behind the old man were several tall or short, fat or thin middle-aged people, Song Yifei's master Xuanyouzi was among them.
"Report to the Palace Master! Song Yifei just insulted the disciple! The disciple was out of anger and drew his sword!"
The villain Fang Zong complained first, then bowed and said to the old man.
The old man is none other than the owner of the Immortal Palace—Zhixu Daoist!
Under normal circumstances, after becoming an elder, the sect will confer a Taoist title to show the heart of seeking immortals and asking questions.
People in the Jianghu practice martial arts to practice martial arts, but such big schools as Wudang and Shaolin insist on adding the title of becoming immortals and Buddhas, which seems relatively high-end.
"Song Yifei! Is what Fang Zong said true?"
Master Zhixu frowned, looked at Song Yifei and said.
"The disciple just wanted to invite Junior Brother Fang Zong to be a guest at home, but I didn't expect that there would be a misunderstanding!"
Song Yifei said with a regretful expression.
"You fool"
"Shut up!"
Just as Fang Zong was about to refute, he was stopped by his master, the Sixth Elder Xuan Yuezi.
"What's the point of arguing about trivial matters! You are about to go down the mountain and wander the rivers and lakes. If you do this, Wudang's face will not be completely disgraced by you!" Zhixu said with a cold face.
"The palace lord taught me a lesson!" Song Yifei said with a look of remorse.
"The disciple knows his mistake!"
Although unwilling, Fang Zong could only obediently admit his mistake.
"Let's go! Don't miss the sect's important event!"
After finishing speaking, Daoist Zhixu took the lead and rushed to Zhenwu Hall with several elders, Song Yifei and other disciples.
In previous years, the arrangements for going down the mountain were usually in the Yuxu Palace, but this year because of the competition, it was changed to the Zhenwu Palace.
There is a mountain road of five or six miles from Xianque Palace to Zhenwu Palace. It may take half a day for ordinary people to travel, but all the people present are warriors, so it is not ordinary people who can compare.
Zhixu Zhenren, Xuan Youzi and others are all innate masters, and they don't perform any lightness kung fu. They are already five or six meters away with one step. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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