Lingzhang

Chapter 135 Four-Star Mastery
"It's hard to be so confident. To be honest, my current martial arts practice is still a castle in the air. No matter how good this Daoji Sanyuan Fist is, I have to truly master the three great martial arts first."

As he spoke, Luo Zhonghe's gaze fell on the thick stack of documents brought by the old man in black robe.

"So, everything is here?"

This question was a bit confusing, but the old man in black robe nodded immediately.

“Not all of them. I follow the pictographic school of the Dragon Scale Demon Ape. After I determined the prototype of my martial arts will, the types of martial arts I came into contact with were confined to this pictographic field.

Although at that time I had also shown him other boxing manuals in the Taoist temple to help him learn by analogy.

But after all these years have passed...it's a little difficult to recall, but I don't dare to waste your time.

So I have recalled this part of the martial arts of the Taoist temple and sent it to you first. When I think of other things later, I will send them to you in batches."

Hearing this, Luo Zhonghe nodded slightly. His hand was already on the thick stack of boxing manual documents, flipping through them casually.

"Mr. Zeng does things prudently, very prudently."

As he said this, Luo Zhonghe's originally careless gaze suddenly focused.

He paused in his casual flipping movements, then pulled out a boxing manual file.

Immediately, a look of joy appeared on Luo Zhonghe's face.

"Look! This is the mystery of the Holy Religion. We have been baptized by the Dao Sea for a long time and now return to the world of the living, but we are still favored by the Dao Sea and have been planted by heaven!
Isn’t this one of the chapters of the Dacheng martial arts?

Hahaha! I have already mastered one third of my martial arts!"

Having said that, Luo Zhonghe turned to look at the old man in black robe. He was in high spirits, as if he had some long-accumulated resentment that he wanted to vent.

"Mr. Zeng, my path is about to be accomplished!"

Hearing this, the old man in black robe seemed a little surprised by Luo Zhonghe's reaction.

He looked up at Luo Zhonghe, and his weathered eyes were full of confusion as he met Luo Zhonghe's fanatical expression.

Perhaps it was because the old man in black robe really completed his martial arts training.

It was very rare that Luo Zhonghe did not get angry because of the black-robed old man's almost scrutinizing gaze. On the contrary, in the process of ecstasy, his expression gradually became vicissitudes of life and full of emotion.

"I know, Mr. Zeng, I know you can't understand my emotions right now. You are probably wondering why I am so ecstatic about another path of cultivation in the martial arts when I was clearly a Wanfa cultivator and a powerful cultivator who traveled alone through Beiting."

The old man in black robe pursed his lips.

To be honest, he always felt that Luo Zhonghe seemed to have some kind of histrionic personality.

But even after Luo Zhonghe's words were delivered to this point, the old man in black robe still nodded cooperatively.

"Yes, that's exactly why I couldn't figure it out just now."

Hearing this, Luo Zhonghe slowly walked to the side of the old man in black robe and patted his shoulder with emotion.

Such movements were natural and familiar, as if he had truly come to trust the old man in black robe after discovering this boxing manual.

“Don’t look at the past when the various saints wreaked havoc in the Beiting Protectorate. Amidst the turbulent waves and undercurrents, they gathered together to form a big net.

Today, the Saints' Churches are just like rats in the gutter, hiding in the northern states under the surveillance of the aristocratic families and the Taoist Alliance.

It seems that the situation is not as good as before, but in fact, the Holy Church today is the most prosperous time in my eyes.

This is because, no matter how rampant they were in the past, we, the people of the Holy Church, were nothing more than a hyena raised by the aristocratic families, a knife held in their hands.

Mr. Zeng, tell me, how do noble families raise hyenas? How do they master swords? "

At this moment, the old man in black robe listened and really thought about his own experiences and circumstances.

"Hold the reins? Hold the handle?"

"Yes!"

Luo Zhonghe nodded repeatedly.

“So we, the monks who are determined to be molded into members of the Holy Church, from the very beginning, during the training process of the aristocratic families, are heading towards the path of Taoism, which has many drawbacks.

People from aristocratic families will not care whether the drawbacks of the Taoist practice will turn us into crazy people, whether it will conflict with our own talents and abilities, or whether it will waste our talents and make us unable to make any further progress at a certain level.

What they want is immediate combat capability, a knife that is extremely sharp and yet very fragile. It would be best if the blade could pierce into the enemy's heart and he could break the blade in half with a slight effort.

The Saints' Religion that was destroyed together with Beiting Tiandu Taoist Temple is the best Saints' Religion!
So Mr. Zeng, guess what, back then, did we hate the people of the aristocratic family more? Or did we hate the Tiandu Daoist Temple more for killing so many of our brothers and sisters?"

Having said this, Luo Zhonghe paused for a moment and then shook his head repeatedly.

“I can’t explain it clearly, I really can’t explain it clearly.

But now it seems that the Tiandu Taoist Temple has been destroyed for some years, but the various saints’ religions still exist, freely!

The aristocratic family has gone too far!
But for us, the most precious thing nowadays is not freedom, freedom has always been a false proposition; what is truly precious is the Taoist inheritance of Tiandu Taoist Temple, the brilliant path created by countless geniuses gathered together!
Those trouble-free, extremely wonderful roads are now in our hands!

If I were the only one to return to the world, it would be nothing more than a lonely ghost from the old times yearning for a true path.

But there are still old brothers and comrades who are back to life, and even in the holy realm of Daohai’s sect, there are thousands and thousands of comrades who are ready.

Then this is not just a matter of Taoism!
The former Song Sheng Church was just a skin, an empty shell, and a cover-up.

But from today on, there can truly be a complete Song Sheng Sect, a Song Sheng Sect that inherits the Tiandu Taoist Temple!

The tit-for-tat confrontation with Tiandu Taoist Temple in the past was because our reins and handles were in the hands of others.

Now, we are ready to do something that the ancient sages of Tiandu Taoist Temple wanted to do.

I said this, Mr. Zeng, can you accept it better? "At this moment, the old man in black robe realized that Luo Zhonghe's words finally revealed his true intention, which was to make him return to his heart and find a sense of "belonging".

The traitorous organization of the human race actually started to build team spirit...

I have to say this is a very dark humorous thing.

Without waiting for the old man in black robe to react.

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and then a staff member's voice was heard through an alloy gate.

"Mr. Luo, the champion of the No. 53 tournament, someone has challenged you to a public duel. According to the Dao League's rules and the tournament rules, you have no right to refuse, but you can reasonably decide the time of the match within three hours."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhonghe's brows flashed with anger at having his routine speech interrupted.

But then, he smiled again and looked at the old man in black robe.

"Here comes the living target who will teach me martial arts..."

As he spoke, Luo Zhonghe pressed the call button on the desk.

"I've decided the game will start in fifteen minutes."

At the same time as he finished speaking, the old man in black robe lowered his head and walked smoothly towards the side door.

"Please prepare yourself. I will go to the side and quickly memorize a few more martial arts."

On the spot, Luo Zhonghe waved his hand reluctantly.

Watching the old man in black robe disappear completely at the side door with a scrutinizing gaze, Luo Zhonghe then carefully flipped through the stack of boxing manual documents in his hand.
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Day 1, Day 2…

Time flies by.

You must remain calm when facing a big battle.

Huang Zhishu took the initiative to stop all video filming of Yue Hanzhang.

The focus of work has instead been placed on the analysis of previous matches. Everything from video slices to various articles on both sides, and even quarrels and inflammatory texts by internet trolls in the comments, are being prepared in an orderly manner.

Yue Hanzhang, on the other hand, "locked" himself in a large room in the main building that was a combination of a martial arts training room and an office.

During these past few days, Yue Hanzhang often performed his martial arts in a relaxed posture, starting with the power of dragon and tiger, which gradually swirled around Yue Hanzhang's body.

As he maneuvered in a small space, the power of Yue Hanzhang's dragon-shaped aura grew stronger, and his body became more powerful and domineering.

Similarly, some of the swiftness and agility of the Shadow Flame Fox Wolf were also reflected in Yue Hanzhang's steps and body twists.

He seemed to be mastering a martial art that was about to reach perfection from scratch.

Moreover, during this process, Yue Hanzhang swallowed a large number of Qi and Blood Pills one after another. Supported by massive energy and heat, Yue Hanzhang's cultivation level had been smoothly and smoothly advancing with the growth of the fifth strand of Qi and Blood power.

Apart from these times, Yue Hanzhang spent more time sitting in front of the display screen on the large desk.

The fisherman found a "good feng shui place", he made a nest, put down the bait, sank the hook into the water and stared at the float quietly, but things in the world do not always go as one wishes, between catching a big fish and empty-handed, the fisherman may also catch all kinds of strange things under the water.

"Daoji Sanyuan Fist" attracted more than just Yue Hanzhang's attention.

During the period of time when he restrained himself and did not directly respond to the challenge, more martial arts practitioners driven by greed appeared one after another to challenge Luo Zhonghe. Among them, there were even powerful warriors and even great warriors.

Even the bloody massacres in the ring could not stop more people from being driven by greed and luck to go up to the ring.

This provided Yue Hanzhang with more battle examples to watch and analyze.

"He already has the essence of two great martial arts in his body. He is making up for the superficial foundation of his martial arts. The connection between the first two martial arts is very smooth. The moment he completely mastered the first one, the traces of the second martial arts began to appear.

But it's strange... After I mastered the second part, it's been half a day, but I still haven't seen the third part of martial arts...

Is he... is he hiding his incompetence?"

It was in such confusion that suddenly, in the quiet world, the sound of the long-rumbling mechanical music came to an abrupt end.

Immediately, Yue Hanzhang no longer worried about whether Luo Zhonghe had hidden any moves.

The pause of the music means the culmination of the fourth part of martial arts!

In three days, he had achieved the best of what he could!

"It's time to go!"
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At the same time, in the champion's lounge.

Luo Zhonghe looked at the face of the old man in black robe at this time, and he seemed somewhat exasperated.

"Is this all the martial arts Mr. Zeng has recorded?"

On the desk, piles of documents were scattered around as Luo Zhonghe flipped through them.

The old man in black robe shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand with an expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"There are still many martial arts of the Demonic Ape. Do you really need them, Mr. Luo? Other than that, I am really powerless. Otherwise, Mr. Luo, can you look for the inventory of the Holy Church? Didn't you take away a lot of good things from the Taoist Academy back then?

If Mr. Luo is in a hurry to defend the title, why not send me to run errands for Mr. Luo?

Or is Mr. Luo actually on guard against me? I have written down all the martial arts I can think of for you, Mr. Luo."

Luo Zhonghe opened his mouth several times, but hesitated several times. Finally, facing the question of the old man in black robe, he remained silent.

Even when the staff's voice sounded again.

Luo Zhonghe felt a sense of relief.

(End of this chapter)