Wu Yun nodded: "My master is indeed very good at seeing that his disciple's Yiyang finger is not at a high level. That's why I want my master to give me some advice."

The fourth grade is not high?

Master Yideng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Sure enough, martial arts geniuses have very strict requirements on themselves!"

But indeed, if he was at the fourth level, he could still give some guidance. After all, Master Yideng himself had already practiced Yiyang Finger to the third level when he first made a sword contest in Huashan more than 20 years ago.

Later, because he exchanged innate skills with Wang Chongyang, he relied on his pure Taoist internal skills to push the first Yang finger to the second level.

Now, he is only one step away from the first level that no one has cultivated in the legend except Duan Siping, the ancestor of the Duan family!

However, the realm of martial arts moves is one thing, and the true energy of one's own internal energy is another.

Wu Yun's Yiyang refers to the realm of being inferior to Master Yideng, but if he really fights, he will definitely win.

Why?

Master Yideng's yang finger can only kill and damage the farthest distance of two meters from the air. Wu Yun just lit the power of the air finger and broke the candles three or four meters away.

If you are fighting hard, how can Yideng fight with Wu Yun?

But if it is a guide and a discussion, it will be another matter...

Wu Yun took a few steps forward and came to the distance of two feet in front of Master Yideng. He reached out and grabbed a dilapidated cushion in the distant corner in the air, then placed it on the ground, and sat down cross-legged with a solemn expression.

"Please give me advice!"

"Okay, let's use the yang finger and try it out first with the power of the fingers."

After saying that, the two began to ejaculate!

You cum, I cum.

Extremely fast!

Suddenly, the translucent fingering and true qi in the entire temple crisscrossed, all of which were whizzing sounds of breaking through the air.

Sometimes two fingers collided together and disintegrated at the same time, stirring up a ball of air like waves.

Sometimes they collided and bounced open, shooting some hanging prayer flags out of the hole, making a thud.

At this time, Wu Yun accurately controlled his internal strength to the same level as Master Yideng, and only relied on the power of Yiyang Finger itself to compete with it... Sure enough, he was slightly inferior.

"So fast! He shot out the yang finger force so fast. The true qi of the finger force was like thousands of arrows, thundering towards me. And it was extremely accurate. Not only could he intercept all my finger force, but he was also very tricky at the angle of shooting at me."

Wu Yun suppressed his skills to the same level as Master Yideng, and felt it was a bit unbearable!

It’s not surprising to think about it. He can’t compare his understanding and thinking about Yiyangzhi. Otherwise, there is no need to seek advice from Master Yideng.

So this first competition ended with Wu Yun's defeat.

He was not depressed, and respectfully bowed and thanked Master Yideng.

In the days that followed, Wu Yun pondered and practiced Yiyang Finger every day, and was completely immersed in the mysterious world of martial arts...

As for the grudge between Yinggu and Master Yideng, let them resolve it themselves.

Fortunately, it seems to be quite smooth, not as tragic as in the original work.

One day after half a year.

Inside the temple, Wu Yun and Master Yideng are having a discussion again!

The same finger energy is radiant and radiant, like a covered net of qi, covering the temple hall.

Fisherman, Woodcutter and Fen Du and Ying Gu watched from a distant corner, both amazing and astonishing as the gods...

at last!

Wu Yun seized the opportunity and found a secret stagnant gap of the opponent's true energy in the densely pressed fingers, and pointed out his finger.

Whoosh...Puff!

A big hole appeared in the futon under Master Yideng's seat, and green smoke was still emerging.

The two stopped and looked at each other and smiled.

【bite!】

[Congratulations to the host, complete the task, and successfully cultivate the One Yang Finger to the ninth highest level. Reward the second volume of the "Nine Yang True Sutra".]

The system's voice sounded in my mind, and then the reward was also put into the inventory.

Master Yideng looked at Wu Yun and spoke in a sensuous tone.

"Amitabha, good, good, good. Master Wu Yun, your Yiyang finger realm has surpassed the old monk and has truly reached the first level. In addition, your incredible internal strength, maybe you can already compare with my ancestor Duan's sacred Wenwu Emperor."

The "Sacred Emperor of Civil and Military" he mentioned is the founding emperor of Dali Kingdom, Duan Siping! He is also the pioneer of the two peerless martial arts skills, Yiyang Finger and Six-Meridian Divine Sword.

Wu Yun quickly shook his head: "My master is a mistake. The disciples know their own affairs, but they are still a little different from the master's ancestors."

He remembered that in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the sweeping monk hidden in Shaolin Temple could condense his internal energy with his true energy, transform into a three-foot air wall, surrounding him. He looked like glass and as strong as steel. Even peerless masters like Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo could not get close to him.

Duan Siping, the founding emperor of Dali Kingdom, was obviously the most powerful man at the same level as the Sweeping Monk.

Wu Yun thinks that there is still some gap between them now!

Of course, it won't be too big...

Speaking of this, Wu Yun suddenly remembered something that he had been curious about for a long time. After considering it, he still asked.

"My master, I heard that the strongest unique skill of the Duan family in Dali Country is not the one-yang finger. But there is another peerless magical skill called the Six-Meridian Divine Sword! Can you?"

What?

Master Yideng suddenly had a solemn expression when he heard this. He said in surprise: "Although my nephew is young, he is indeed knowledgeable and has rich experience. The Six-Meridian Divine Sword... The old monk hasn't heard anyone mention these four words for a long time."

Speaking of this, he lowered his head slightly, and his expression seemed a little sad.

He sighed and continued, "Of course I can't do it. Because my Duan's six-mechanical divine sword has long been lost..."

Wu Yunxin said of course I know, isn’t this just trying to hear the reason? After all, it was just a novel and TV series before, but now it is a real world of heaven!

It is very likely that the novels and TV series are just projections of this real The Legend of the Condor Heroes, which accidentally coincide with the story created by Mr. Jin. Or it is that the projection to calm the world has some way influenced his thinking and created works corresponding to this world.

No matter what, since Wu Yun is in the real world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, of course he wants to clarify some mysteries and satisfy his gossip.

After Master Yideng sighed, he slowly said...

Speaking of which, Master Yideng was originally named Duan Zhixing, and was the 18th emperor of the Dali Kingdom. The root cause of the loss of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword can be roughly traced to his grandfather, the 16th emperor of the Dali Kingdom, Duan Yu.

Duan Yu has been well-educated and polite since childhood, gentle and elegant, honest and humble. He has been very disgusted with fighting and fighting, and his interest in martial arts is also mediocre...
Chapter completed!