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Chapter 213 Nine Palaces Flying Star Step

The sword light intertwined like a rainbow, and the two figures suddenly stepped back and separated, and stepped out of the line almost at the same time.

The white gauze wrapped around Cen Sanlin's right shoulder was punctured, and blood slowly soaked and faded away. He didn't care about the wound bursting, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've had such a good time! I wish I had met Guanzhu Zhang sooner."

He originally wanted to fight for a while longer, but Zhang Guanzhu used the move of killing each other, so he had no choice but to suffer, and ended the fierce sword fight that lasted for nearly a word at the corner.

Opponents are hard to find, if you meet a comparable opponent earlier, you can learn from each other a few more times.

He was afraid that he had already broken through the bottleneck and advanced to the Fading Realm, so why did he delay it until February this year?

Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes. At this time last year, Zhang Guanzhu didn't even reach the state of energy transformation. Can you believe it?

Flying to float to the side of Zhang Guanzhu who was supporting his body with his sword, Yue Anyan also ran over eagerly.

Zhang Wenfeng was also hit with a sword on his right shoulder, and his robe was cut, but he was not injured. He had a dust-washing robe to protect himself, and Cen Sanlin restrained himself, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

At the end of the sword fight, his Yuan Qi was consumed too much, and the magic power of the blue light reflection spell also failed.

Sensing that the witchcraft in his body was deteriorating rapidly, he hurriedly forced Cen Sanlin to end in a draw. He wanted to use wood energy to control it, but in the end he couldn't do it. The balance was broken due to too much deficiency of Yuan Qi, and he couldn't suppress the root cause of the disease for a while.

"Uh...this..."

Cen Sanlin didn't know what happened, he didn't even use his sword intent in the last strike.

After a while, the cough subsided, Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath, and the curse in his lungs increased by about one point, clasped his fists and explained: "Zhang's old injury has recurred, so it's not suitable to fight for a long time, Dao Cen, Chang Haihan, we have not yet If you can enjoy yourself, you can only go back next time. The three Taoist priests, please serve tea in the west hall and talk about it."

He tried to speak lightly, without deliberately highlighting anything.

It is a rare opportunity for a swordsman who is almost as different from his level to learn swordsmanship. Through fighting swords without any scruples, he used some inspirations from his practice and pondering some time ago to discard the rough and extract the essence, making the sword skills more mature and closer to "fitting with the body" took a step.

Hearing this, Cen Sanlin clasped his fists and apologized, "It's all because Cen lost his temper and didn't hold back, which caused Zhang Daoyou to relapse from your old injury. Forgive me. I don't know if you have consulted a doctor before? If not, Cen is willing to do it for you." Ask a powerful doctor to come and heal your wounds."

Regardless of whether it is a monk or a sword cultivator, as long as it is not a broken limb, ordinary injuries are not considered serious injuries to them.

What I am most afraid of is the root cause of the disease in the internal organs, meridians or sea of ​​consciousness, and that is called trouble.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, Doctor Ji from the county city has been helping me see a doctor, this time I have to trouble her again."

They walked to the west hall together, Yue Anyan lagged behind, she let the apprentices go down the mountain after watching three sword fights, especially the last one, and she had to accompany the guests on the mountain.

After being seated, Cen Sanlin didn't mention the outcome, and talked with Zhang Guanzhu about the process of the match.

After a fierce fight, the two cherished each other and got closer invisibly. They exchanged views without reservation, and occasionally disagreed.

Yun Qiuhe was originally talking to Du Huijian in a low voice, but before he knew it, both of them stopped talking and listened.

Almost an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly covered his mouth and turned his head, coughing violently uncontrollably, with sweat dripping from his forehead, the coughing took a long time to stop.

Yun Qiuhe suggested: "Guanzhu Zhang, I will issue a summons to ask Dr. Ji to come over and say that the root cause of your witch curse has recurred, and the situation is relatively serious."

She deliberately said the word witch curse, so that the guests would disperse.

The guest went to the host, Zhang Guanzhu's condition is not optimistic, and he needs to recuperate and adjust his breath.

Zhang Wenfeng looked inside and saw that the scarlet silk witchcraft relapsed violently. It took only a short time for a second trace to appear. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's see it tomorrow. I'll try to see how effective the suppression is."

Yun Qiuhe cast an angry look, and said, "Don't be brave, Dr. Ji will not trouble you if he makes a trip."

Cen Sanlin hurriedly stood up and offered to leave. He didn't expect that Guanzhu Zhang was under a witch's spell, and the sound of coughing hurt his lungs. He followed Du Huijian who got up.

Du Huijian took out a wooden box from his rucksack and handed it to Cen Sanlin.

"Guanzhu Zhang, you and I hit it off right away, and Cen has benefited a lot from the three matches. Please accept this footwork secret book."

"The discussion between us ended in a draw, and there was no winner..."

"Haha, Zhang Guanzhu is putting gold on Cen's face to save face. The secret book is a gift to a confidant, and there is no other miscellaneous talk. After Zhang Guanzhu's injury is completely recovered, let's let go of the discussion and let's not bother today!"

Hearing what Cen Sanlin said, Zhang Wenfeng held the wooden box containing the secret book with both hands, and said, "I will definitely do it next time."

Du Huijian cupped his fists and interjected: "Guanzhu Zhang, I am honored to have an exchange today, please give me some advice."

After watching Guanzhu Zhang and Boss Cen's contest, she knew that she would not have the opportunity to compete with Guanzhu Zhang next time, because the two swordsmanship cultivation levels were far apart, so she took the time to ask for advice.

Zhang Wenfeng replied and asked: "You have discussed with Taoist He, what did he say at the beginning?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Du Huijian's face, and he said in a low voice: "He Daochang told me to be less fancy and concentrate on swordsmanship."

Yun Qiuhe said angrily: "Don't listen to He Guangjun's nonsense, you don't necessarily have to be like him to be called swordsmanship? Everyone has their own fate, how can there be any fixed method?"

She hated He Guangjun's arrogant attitude and his superior attitude.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Sword dancing skills are pretty good, 'make the sword bind yourself, break the sword and come out', you may try a thing or two."

He has learned some insights from sword dancing skills, which can be supplemented and perfected to his sword skills, but it takes time to slowly ponder and absorb.

There are similarities between the sword sharpening style and the sword dance skill. The other party sincerely asked for advice, so he borrowed two sentences from the exercise to communicate, and changed a word. The meaning can be diverged and understood in many ways. How does he know if it is useful for Du Huijian? .

If he wants to make others touch or even break the bottleneck, he can't do it, and besides, how can there be such a cheap and good thing?
It is all accumulated enough that there is a chance to comprehend by analogy.

Du Huijian cupped his fists and retreated thinking.

Xianyunke opened his mouth, and found that he was the least qualified to speak. He lost one move, how could he communicate with others?

Throw someone to death, that's all, don't say much.

A group of people went down the mountain and sent Cen Sanlin and the other three away. Yun Qiuhe was going to entertain the Three Musketeers and accompanied them back to the city.

Yue Anyan walked side by side with the temple master on the gravel road, she didn't show any worry on her face, and said: "Monastery master, if you have something to do, go there, I can take care of it, Wei Jingjie and the others can also help."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, looked at his senior sister, and said with a smile: "I'm really fine, don't worry."

"In short, safety is the main priority, don't hold on."

"Forget it."

The two separated at the fork in the road, and Yue Anyan walked west towards the Qingzheng Courtyard.

Zhang Wenfeng went up the mountain and returned to the West Hall, opened the wooden box, and inside was a secret book called "Nine Palaces Flying Star Steps", judging from its newness, it was a transcribed version.

He was slightly stunned. In his previous life, there were "Nine Palaces Flying Stars" with nine stars matching ten heavenly stems and nine palaces, the Fengshui bureau of flying against the sky, the Sanqi Liuyi Qimen Dunjia technique, and so on. He did not expect to be able to find it here See a book on footwork related to it.

Turning the pages of the book, after reading the prologue, and then turning a few more pages, a gleam of joy appeared in his eyes.

It's okay, it's okay, it uses the azimuth map of the Ten Heavenly Gan Qi Gate and the Nine Palaces that he knows a little bit, and it needs to use arithmetic knowledge, which is much less difficult for him.

After reading a few more pages, he suddenly understood that what Cen Sanlin performed was one of the variations of "Nine Palaces Flying Star Step".

Dude, he's so interested.

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(End of this chapter)