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Chapter 30: Get off the cliff, get off the cliff! (Please read later)

Zhao Ti was sitting there and was not sure what to do, but after three "swish, swish, swish" moves, he felt that Zuo Zimu really could not come up with a more powerful sword style, so he used the "White Clouds Coming Out of the Valley" move, and then used the "Tian Kun Hanging Upside Down" move, and the sword was raised from below at an incredibly fast speed, stabbing towards Zuo Zimu's wrist.

Zuo Zimu screamed "Ah!" and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He had no time to draw his sword and had no choice but to abandon it. If he didn't, his wrist would probably be pierced through.

There was a clang sound, and the long sword fell to the ground. He retreated four or five steps, still terrified. He lowered his head to look at his right wrist, and saw a red dot that quickly grew larger and turned into a blood flower in an instant. Even though he reacted quickly, he was still injured by the tip of the sword.

You could hear a pin drop in the martial arts training hall. Everyone's face was filled with astonishment. The local sect leaders were stunned and kept their mouths open for a long time.

Five moves, just five moves to knock down Zuo Zimu's sword. Could it be that I saw it wrong?
Rubbing their eyes, these people thought again that something was wrong. The young man was sitting in a chair, what would happen if he fought standing?
Could it be that it would take less than five moves? Could it be that it would not only knock down the sword, but would directly kill Zuo Zimu!

Most of them are not as good as Zuo Zimu in martial arts. Wuliang Sword is the most prestigious sect in Weichu Prefecture and is also famous in the southeast of Dali. Zuo Zimu's martial arts are well known, so how advanced are the martial arts of this young man?

Everyone gasped, and their eyes turned towards Zhao Ti into awe. Some even didn't dare to look at him again, for fear that he would look back at them and they would not know how to respond.

Zuo Zimu stood blankly in the center of the hall, blood dripping from his wrist. The disciples of Dongzong were also dumbfounded. Their master, whom they had always respected like a god and thought was invincible, was defeated, and defeated so miserably. It was just a few moves, and the opponent was still sitting and wielding the sword!

Xin Shuangqing looked at Zhao Ti with a look of doubt and surprise. She saw Zuo Zimu's sword strikes just now. Those were the most powerful moves of the Wuliang Sword. Even she herself could not use them to such perfection. But this young man did not let Zuo Zimu finish his moves and knocked the sword out of his hand, forcing him to retreat!

Zhao Ti looked around at this time, his eyes fell on the female disciple of Xizong who lent him the sword, and waved.

The female disciple's face suddenly turned red and she slowly walked over. The previous liveliness and shyness in her eyes were no longer there, but now there was admiration and worship.

Zhao Ti returned the sword to her and said, "Thank you for borrowing my sword. What's your name?"

The female disciple lowered her head and said, "My name is Chu Zhen."

Zhao Ti nodded: "What a good name, the green lotus and red lotus, opening and closing as they please."

Duan Yu said beside him: "Brother Zhao, this poem is very wonderful. It fits the mood and the scene. It fits the mood and the scene."

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this, and she ran back to Xin Shuangqing with the sword in her hand.

Zhao Ti glanced at Duan Yu and said, "Brother Duan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Duan Yu said: "That's how I feel. When I feel excited, I have to express it."

Zhao Ti couldn't do anything about him and shook his head. Duan·Chizi·Stubborn·Open-minded·Reputation.

Zuo Zimu seemed to have aged ten years at this moment, and spoke slowly and with difficulty: "Your Excellency has won..."

Zhao Ti smiled, slowly stood up, and said to Zhou Tongsu: "Let's go."

Ma Wude also stood up hurriedly and said, "I'll see you off, young master." This time he no longer addressed Zhao as Brother Zhao as before, but changed his address to the same as Zhou Tong, his expression full of respect.

Zhao Ti waved his hand and said, "No need to see me off. I will visit Brother Ma Wu's house when I have time. Brother Ma Wu, please don't despise me."

When Ma Wude heard this, his old face turned red. He knew in his heart that Zhao Ti was trying to give him a way out to save the face he had lost today.

Since he was known as the better of Mengchang, he must be familiar with the human relationships and immediately patted his chest: "Sir, if you ever come to my humble home, I will certainly make a good bed for you, and block the way for wine, so that we can drink and chat happily." The local sect leaders in the hall all looked at him with envy, sighing or cursing in their hearts, wondering how lucky this old man Ma was to have recognized such a young man with extraordinary martial arts skills. It was really infuriating.

Duan Yu also stood up at this time: "Zhao..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Ti said, "Brother Duan, don't say anything. I will stay in Dali for a while, and we will definitely meet again. Brother Duan, don't plan to follow me."

Duan Yu was puzzled when he heard this. He thought to himself, this Brother Zhao is really a strange person. He can actually see through my thoughts. Buddhism has the ability to read minds. Could it be that Brother Zhao has learned it? Should I ask Brother Zhao for advice? But can this ability to read minds also be a kind of martial arts... If so, then I don't want to learn it.

Zhao Ti and the other two went out. No one from Wuliang Sword said a word, and no one followed them. It was probably because the difference in their realms was too great, and it was like comparing their identities, so they could not arouse any suspicion.

After leaving the gate of Jianhu Palace, Zhao Ti whispered to Zhou Tong and the others, "Let's go!" After that, he took the lead and slipped away to the back mountain.

He estimated that Zuo Zimu's junior fellow Rong Ziju, who was injured by the Shennong Gang, should be back soon. By then, it would be bad if he was delayed by the entanglement.

The three of them used their physical skills to run towards the back mountain. It was almost dusk at this time. The three of them ran swiftly and ran more than ten miles away and arrived at the back mountain.

All he could hear was the gurgling sound of a spring and a small stream came into view. Zhao Ti nodded, knowing that he had not taken the wrong path.

Continue running forward for a while, you can hear the loud and rumbling sound of water. It turns out that in the northwest corner ahead, there is a huge waterfall pouring down from a high place, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and then a huge cliff appears before your eyes.

Zhou Tong stepped forward carefully to look around, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "Sir, are you going to the valley below the cliff? You can't go there, it's too high, and it's too dangerous to fall from there!"

Although Zhao Ti remembered this place, he did not expect it to be so steep. However, the other three sides of the valley were even more dangerous and more difficult to descend.

The exit of Langhuan Blessed Land is on the bank of Lancang River. Not to mention that time is urgent to get there, it may take a day or night to get there if you walk through the mountains. The most important thing is that even if you go to the river bank, it is difficult to find the location. That place is even wider and higher, almost like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something: "Look down and see where the crack is."

Duan Yu fell off the cliff and was caught by an old pine tree. Then he saw a crack in the cliff and slid down to the bottom of the valley little by little. If he could find the crack, he could go down the valley from there.

Zhou Tong and Su Da hurried to look for it. After a while, Su Da said, "Sir, there seems to be a gap far below."

Zhao Ti walked over to take a look and asked Zhou Tong to identify it together. Indeed, there was a cliff crack in the distance below. He nodded and said, "I will go down from here in a while. You guys rush to the Lancang River immediately. If I go out, I will definitely show up there. Although I don't know the exact direction, it's towards the river anyway."

Zhou Tong said: "Sir, can you..."

Zhao Ti said, "Don't bother me. I have whale tendon ropes and a short sword that can cut iron like mud. Breaking this cliff is as easy as stabbing tofu. There won't be any accidents."

As he spoke, he took out a thin rope made of whale tendons from his arms. This was something he had prepared, but it was rare. He had only gathered about fifty or sixty feet of it before coming here. However, if he used the dagger together with the rope to get down the cliff, there shouldn't be any accidents.

He found a hard rock in front of the cliff and tied the rope to it: "I will pull the rope three times in a row, and you will untie it here and drop the rope. I will tie it somewhere else and we will reach the crack. After dropping the rope, you will go to the Lancang River and don't need to stay here."

The two men said yes, and Zhao Ti pulled the rope and felt it was strong. Then he walked to the edge of the cliff, holding the rope in one hand and the dagger in the other, and with a light jump, he slid down the cliff...

(End of this chapter)