Chapter 619 Tang Da'er and Mo Yuanwu

Jiuli Holy Sword, one of the top ten divine weapons in ancient times.

Luo Feng's concept of the ten ancient magic weapons was extremely vague, but he knew very well that the knife in his body was very stubborn.

It was obviously already in his body, but he refused to recognize his master.

It has been a week since Luo Feng came back from Huashan, but the Jiuli Holy Sword in his body has not moved at all. No matter Luo Feng coaxes him every day, uses both soft and hard tactics, and uses all his methods, the knife seems to treat him as air and becomes completely silent.

It seems that the Holy Sword will recognize its master in a long time.

"How could this happen?" Luo Feng sat cross-legged by the cliff, with the waves of the Three Gorges rushing past beneath him, his brows furrowed tightly, "What are the prerequisites for the Holy Sword to recognize its master?"

Luo Feng jumped up, and in an instant he picked up the long knife placed aside and used the [Canghai Jue] in a swishing motion.

"There will be times when strong winds break through the waves, and you can hang your sails directly across the sea."

Boom boom boom!

On the cliff, where the sword energy pointed, bursts of roaring sounds erupted.

In the past seven days, Luo Feng had practiced [Canghai Jue] to the point of perfection.

He tried to make the Jiuli Holy Sword recognize its master by relying on his understanding of sword skills, but this did not seem to have much effect.

Whoosh!

Luo Feng's figure returned to the cliff cave again, his brows furrowed tightly and motionless.

"Haste makes waste. Sometimes, if you are too stubborn to do something, it is often difficult to accomplish it." The words of the Nine Chi Master floated out of the cave, and he burped as he spoke, "You Do you know why I, Jiu Chi, am called Jiu Chi? I am a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard, a drunkard.

Damn, this old drunkard.

Luo Feng glanced into the cave, curled his lips angrily, and then muttered to himself, "I don't know, Big Er, what's going on now."

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The headquarters of Canmo Organization is located in a remote place in the northwest.

The mountains are high, the water is deep, and there are many obstacles.

"What the hell!" If Luo Feng were here,

You must be able to hear this familiar voice ten miles away.

Big Ears, under the big tree, is also walking on horseback.

"How can the world's best master still teach me the horse stance? This guy has been fooled." Tang Dal'er chattered non-stop while doing the horse stance, spitting, "Why the hell didn't you give it to me?" My Tathagata Palm says I have amazing bones and am a martial arts prodigy."

Not far away from Tang Daer's eyes, he was dressed in white and sitting cross-legged.

After a moment, Bai Yi jumped up, turned around and looked at Tang Da'er.

White-clothed and black-haired, he was handsome and elegant. He was holding a folding fan in his hand, like a helpless scholar. He stepped forward and looked at Tang Daer with squinted eyes, "Do you think this is boring?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Tang Dal'er rolled his eyes and looked at the scholar in white, his eyes full of contempt, "You don't even know how to put on makeup, and you still claim to be the best in the world. Let's be honest. , My family has no money, it’s meaningless for you to fool me like this, you’d better let me go and get me out of here.”

The scholar in white shook his head.

"Your sister, aren't you a pyramid schemer, and you won't let anyone leave?" Tang Dal'er gritted his teeth and glared at the scholar in white.

"It's very simple to leave." The scholar in white pointed to a place on the side that was shrouded in miasma. "You can break through this yin and yang path and you can leave."

"Yin Yang Dao?" Tang Daer looked over, eager to try, "How to break through?"

"There are ninety-nine levels of Yin-Yang Dao. Each level has at least one strong person standing guard. If you can defeat them all the way, you will be qualified to claim to the outside world that you are my disciple, Mo Yuanwu." The white-clothed scholar looked proud.

Mo Yuanwu, the most powerful devil in the world, was actually a handsome scholar.

No wonder Tang Daer suspected that he was engaged in pyramid schemes.

"Tell me, how to pass the ninety-nine level." Tang Dal'er was speechless, "Maybe when I pass the level, they will all gather together and beat me in a group. I can't beat so many hands with my fists. "

The corner of Mo Yuanwu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He has been in the martial arts world for many years and can be said to have a far-reaching reputation, but the disciple he accepted in front of him seems not to take him, the world's number one devil, seriously at all. But unfortunately, this is the holy body of the ancient barbarian king. It is the best person to inherit his mantle that he has been looking for for many years.

"They are guarding each other, how can they gather together." Mo Yuanwu took a deep breath and was about to be tortured to death by the nerves of fellow student Big Er.

"It's hard to say." Tang Da'er said solemnly, "Maybe they are bored and get together to fry gold flowers."

Mo Yuanwu, "..."

If this is not the holy body of the ancient barbarian king, I promise to crush him with a slap, and then the world will return to normal order.

Tang Da'er was a little eager to try. After a while, he couldn't help but turn around and ask Mo Yuanwu, "Hey, number one master, if that old Suyin demon is allowed to break through, how many levels can he pass?"

Why did Mo Yuanwu always feel that Tang Dal'er's name for him was somewhat mocking.

"Su Yin?" Mo Yuanwu's lips curled up slightly, showing disdain, "He couldn't even pass the first level."

Tang Dal'er had just walked to the miasma, and then turned back, "Damn, I'd better keep walking."

Tang Dal'er started to think about Mo Yuanwu as he strode forward.

"The best master, the best shit, he didn't even teach me some decent tricks, he must be a pyramid schemer. The pyramid scheme groups now have expanded their business to the martial arts world, damn, it's amazing."

Mo Yuanwu finally couldn't listen anymore, stood up and turned around to walk inside.

Tang Da'er glanced at the direction where Mo Yuanwu left, and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, "It turns out that the so-called best master is actually a pyramid schemer."

Plop.

Mo Yuanwu, who had never been tripped by a stone in his life, almost fell down.

However, that idea gradually took root in Tang Da'er's mind.

Mo Yuanwu's figure completely disappeared, and Tang Da'er was still doing horse stance. Although he said that Mo Yuanwu was a pyramid schemer, Tang Da'er wanted to learn kung fu earlier, cross the Yin-Yang Road, and go back to meet his relatives and brothers.

"Yin-Yang Road, I must cross it."

Tang Da'er's eyes were wiped with a moment of determination.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

After the Huashan Heroes Conference, the martial arts world seemed to have returned to peace.

The three evil sects that were once rampant were hit and lurked again. As time went by, no matter how great the miracles were, they gradually faded from people's minds. It had been more than two months since the battle at the Tiandi Daochang.

In the martial arts world, very few people would mention the name "Luo Feng" again.

When they occasionally thought of it, they just sighed and shook their heads, forgetting the name.