Wudang is ten thousand feet tall and as slippery as ice!
Mighty in the Central Plains, it mirrors the Shaolin Temple from afar and is both a giant in the world.
At the same time, it is also one of the very few sects in the world that is headed by an expert with the peak level of Grand Master.
It had been several days since Zhou Xuanxin left the border of Dali.
During these days, he did not ride on a boat or saddle a horse, but only relied on Qinggong and body skills to travel far north.
For no other reason than to further hone his Lingxu body skills and further improve his own creation.
And on the day he left Dali, Duan Zhixing traveled nearly a hundred miles out of the capital to see him off.
If Zhou Xuanxin hadn't specifically told him, the emperor would probably have staged a scene where all the officials would see each other off.
As for gold and jade treasures, naturally many were given away.
However, Zhou Xuanxin didn't take it seriously.
The only thing he valued was a handwritten letter written by Duan Zhixing to Wudang.
Zhou Xuanxin clearly understands that the world of mixed martial arts is so vast, and there are countless martial artists who take on Wudang challenges every day in order to make a name for themselves.
If he goes like this, he will most likely be classified as one of the challengers.
But if there is a handwritten recommendation from the Dali royal family, it will finally be a little different.
Since he reached the ultimate first level, his body and vertical leaps have become much more agile than before.
Lingxu's physical skills were even more depleted.
In one day, hundreds of miles can be covered.
When crossing mountains and crossing water, it is much faster than riding a horse normally.
Therefore, Zhou Xuanxin only spent three to five days on this journey before he arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
He came to a tea shop, ordered a pot of light tea, and started drinking it.
Coincidentally, on this day, the scenery at the foot of Wudang Mountain was beautiful, but it was only halfway up the mountain. The clouds covered the fog and the mountain could not be seen clearly.
"Your Majesty, you don't know something!"
The waiter smiled and handed over a plate of refreshments.
"This Wudang Mountain is a Taoist fairyland, so it is naturally incomparable to our mortal world."
"It is said that Taoist Master Zhang Zhenren left a very powerful restriction on the mountainside, called the 'Jie Sword Pond'."
"In short, among all the heroes in the world, no matter what rank you are in or which family you are the emperor of, if you want to enter Wudang Mountain, you must first pass through the Jiejian Pond. This is the rule."
The waiter said, looking up and clicking his tongue.
"Today, there are a group of people going up the mountain again. Looking at the posture, they are not good at all. It's just that our villagers know that Wudang Mountain is not afraid of others coming to provoke them."
Zhou Xuanxin was curious, so he also asked.
"Someone went up the mountain today? Which sect is it?"
If a great master went up to the mountain to ask for advice today, I might as well gain something from observing.
"Well... we don't know for sure. We only know that there seem to be five groups of people, including monks and girls. The leader is an old nun. The sword in his hand is very powerful!"
Zhou Xuanxin was slightly surprised after hearing this.
"Could it be Master Jiejie?"
"That's right! My little brother, you look fair and clean, but you didn't expect that you are well-informed!"
Zhou Xuanxin thought for a moment, drank the tea in one gulp, and walked up the mountain.
Five groups of people went up the mountain, led by Master Jiejie.
Zhou Xuanxin vaguely remembered that this was the situation when the five major factions surrounded Wudang Mountain.
Then you must go and take a look.
Zhou Xuanxin jumped up and moved forward several feet away.
The waiter in the store was stunned when he saw it!
After a few moves, he entered the mountain gate.
There is plenty of sunshine under Wudang Mountain, while the ancient trees in the mountains are lush and quiet.
When we first started walking, there was still sunlight shining through the dappled trees in the mountains.
The further we go into the mountains, the thicker the clouds and mist become, and the sun gradually disappears.
Even Zhou Xuanxin could not do anything about the layer of clouds and mist on the mountainside of Wudang Mountain with the pulling power of Yunjie Sword Technique.
Thinking about it, this must be a person with extremely high cultivation level. He used his own internal power to intimidate the energy veins in the mountains and make them stagnant here, in order to have such an effect.
Zhou Xuanxin was secretly surprised to see such cultivation, but it would never be possible to experience it in Dali Kingdom.
His body was light and agile, and he passed three mountain gates in a single leap.
Wudang Mountain is ten thousand feet high and has nine gates.
But at this moment, the thick clouds in front of us are heavier and misty.
But among the clouds and mist, there was the sound of rushing water, which was clear and sweet.
At this moment, a high and firm voice came out from the thick fog.
"Your Excellency has passed through three mountain gates. From now on, it is the inner gate of the Wudang Sect. The lay guests should return quickly."
Zhou Xuanxin smiled indifferently, neither responding nor taking an inch further.
"We have guests coming from the Hidden Sect today. I hope you will come another day."
Zhou Xuanxin raised his head and smiled.
"The arrival of guests may not necessarily bring joy; the arrival of lay guests may not necessarily bring sorrow."
After saying this, there was a silence in the mist, and then, a young man in green robe slowly walked out of it.
"Who are you? I am Song Qingshu, a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect."
Zhou Xuanxin said with a smile still hanging on his face.
“I’ve heard about Xuanmen Treasure Mountain for a long time, so I came here specifically to have a look.”
Song Qingshu took a few steps back as if he had a grudge and smiled coldly.
"That's all, the Wudang Sect has met too many young people, including one of you. Please come back quickly to avoid any further misunderstandings."
Zhou Xuanxin's expectation was indeed good. If he was just saying nothing, it would be extremely difficult to meet him like a mountain.
So, he took out a piece of letter from his arms.
"I am not here to challenge you, but I am sincerely asking for advice. This is personally certified by the Emperor Duan of Dali."
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, took the letter, glanced at it briefly, and snorted again.
"It's just a piece of paper, it belongs to whomever you say it belongs to. The Wu-Tang Sect receives countless counterfeit writings and ink every year, and this one is no different!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand and placed the letter in the clear pond aside.
Zhou Xuan felt a burst of anger in his heart. Although he still stood motionless, his aura was released with great force.
In an instant, a gust of wind howled one after another, forcing the thick fog that enveloped the Western Zhou Dynasty back several feet!
Song Qingshu was shocked. He never thought that the fair and frail young man in front of him could actually hide such huge inner strength!
Even the fog in the middle of the mountain condensed by the master's true energy can push back a lot!
He was forced back several steps by the air wave, and then he was able to stand firm.
Zhou Xuanxin sighed softly.
"I'm not here today not to fight. You are young and it is not easy to reach the third level of cultivation. You and I don't have to fight."
But Zhou Xuanxin didn't expect that after he released a little inner energy, the clear pool beside him suddenly became rippled.
"I don't know what kind of gangster you are, but if you dare to start a war on Wudang Mountain, you must pass through the Jiejian Pond!"
Only then could Zhou Xuanxin see that the clouds and fog dispersed, and there was a stone tablet standing beside the clear pool.
Three majestic characters were carved on it with an unknown sharp weapon.
Jie Jianchi!
Before Zhou Xuanxin could make any move, the water in Jiejian Pond made a sharp sound that echoed through the mountains!
It immediately turned into a waterfall, pouring down!
Achievements that are astonishing!
When I looked at the clearly visible bottom of the pool, I never thought that there was such a hidden meaning in it!
Song Qingshu's laughter echoed in the mountains.
"Jie Jianchi is a formation left by the ancestor. If the mountain climber has the intention to fight, it will be triggered naturally. But I have never seen such a violent activation method. Boy, you are proud of it!"
"If you think about it, Jie Jianchi is based on the opponent's realm and transformed into its own strength."
"Use the ninth level to fight the ninth level, use the first level to fight the first level, and use the best to fight the best."
"Okay, since that's the case, I'll also see what's different about this formation!"
With a thought in his mind, Zhou Xuan no longer held any reservations. He stepped on the ground with relief, and his fighting spirit flew into the sky!
The majestic aura of the top master is fully revealed at this moment, soaring into the sky for the first time!
In an instant, the water in the pool turned into a long river of swordsmanship, swaying across the mountains!
Every wave, every tossing, has the power of destruction to tear the sky apart and shock the Nine Provinces!
Zhou Xuanxin didn't hesitate at all, turned into a pure white light and shadow, and threw himself into the bright and bright sword river of the stars!
