Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Seeing his master's answer, Wang Quan Baiye didn't dare to ask any further questions.

The two played a few moves in silence, and the situation on the chessboard gradually became clear.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng said seriously: "It's time to get to the point."

He flipped his palm and an ancient long sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The sword was dark green all over, with a faint light flickering at the edge. It was the Qingming Ancient Sword, the sword worn by Lu Zu five hundred years ago.

"You are here to borrow this sword, right?" Zhang Sanfeng looked straight into Wang Quanbaiye's eyes, as if he had already seen through his thoughts.

Wang Quan Baiye's breathing stagnated, and he stared at the legendary sword intently.

He could feel the ancient and powerful aura emanating from the sword, which seemed to be trembling slightly with life.

"Master, I understand." Wang Quan Baiye nodded solemnly, "I will indeed need this sword to assist me on my journey to Wudi City."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked the sword gently, a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "Ever since I became your master's disciple, I haven't seen him draw his sword!"

"Then why didn't Master draw his sword?"

"When I met your master-grandmaster, he was already invincible both inside and outside the circle. Even your ancestor of the Wang Quan family, Wang Quan Wumu, could be suppressed by him with just a finger!"

Chapter 218: A Pacific Ocean!

Zhang Sanfeng held the ancient Qingming sword in his hand, and the sword body was emitting a faint green light in the sunlight.

"I can lend you this sword, but you need to wait a moment." Zhang Sanfeng said, and suddenly thrust the Qingming Sword into the ground.

In an instant, a tremendous force burst out from the sword, sweeping across the entire Wudang Mountain.

The rocks trembled and the pine trees roared, as if the entire mountain range was responding to the power of this sword.

Wang Quanbaiye was forced to take several steps back by this momentum and looked at the scene in shock.

There seemed to be some strange separation between Zhang Sanfeng's soul and the Qingming Sword. An illusory figure floated out from the sword and returned to Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Zhang Sanfeng drew out the Qingming Sword again, pointed it at the foot of the mountain, and said in a loud voice, "Fuyao, please lend me this!"

Zhang Fuyao, who was regulating his breathing at the foot of the mountain, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this.

Although he didn't understand the meaning, he immediately mobilized all his strength and sent his energy in the direction of the Qingming Sword.

Yang Jian had come to Zhang Fuyao's side without knowing when, and watched everything quietly.

His eyes moved back and forth between Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fuyao, as if he saw through the mystery.

As luck continued to flow in, the light on the Qingming Sword became brighter and brighter, and the ancient patterns on the sword seemed to come alive, emitting a breathtaking power.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Zhang Sanfeng's forehead, and it was obvious that this process was not easy for him.

Finally, when the last bit of luck was absorbed by the Qingming Sword, Zhang Sanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and stopped his actions.

The Qingming Sword at this time was very different from before. The unique yin and yang energy of Wudang flowed through the sword, making it more powerful than before.

"Take it." Zhang Sanfeng handed the Qingming Sword to Wang Quan Baiye, "Remember, you must return the sword after using it!"

Wang Quan Baiye took the Qingming Sword with both hands and immediately felt a surge of tremendous power surging into his body.

This power is both familiar and unfamiliar. It has the meaning of Wudang Tai Chi and an indescribable golden power.

He nodded solemnly: "Master, don't worry, I will come back as soon as possible!"

The moment he grasped the Qingming Sword, Wang Quan Baiye felt that all the meridians in his body were cleansed by this power, and his cultivation seemed to have improved a bit.

He couldn't help but sigh: "It's worthy of being Lu Zu's sword!"

After paying a deep bow to Zhang Sanfeng, Wang Quan Baiye turned and walked down the mountain.

His back looked particularly tall and straight in the setting sun, and the Qingming Sword at his waist flashed with a terrifying light.

At the foot of the mountain, the masked group was waiting.

When they saw Yang Jian, they all looked surprised.

"Second brother, why are you here too?" Yang Yitan walked forward and asked.

Yang Jian smiled slightly and said, "I came to see an old friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Quan Baiye's figure appeared at the end of the mountain road.

"Boss!" everyone in the masked group shouted in unison.

When they noticed the Qingming Sword in Wang Quan Baiye's hand, they immediately surrounded him.

"Boss, is this the sword you wanted to borrow?" Li Quzhuo bent down and looked carefully at this legendary magic weapon.

The light flowing on the sword made him dare not look at it for too long.

Wang Quan Baiye nodded and said, "Yes, this is Lü Zu's sword Qingming!"

"Lü Zu's sword?!" Everyone gasped.

They were originally wondering what the sword Wang Quan Baiye wanted to borrow was, but they didn't expect it to be Lu Zu's sword!

When facing the sword of the number one swordsman five hundred years ago, they still felt a little nervous.

Few people may recognize this sword now, but its owner back then was Lu Zu!

Known as the best kendo master in the past five hundred years!

Even the Sword God was only said to have a talent for swordsmanship comparable to his.

Wang Quan Baiye and Yang Jian looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

Afterwards, Wang Quan Baiye led the masked group on the road to Wudi City.

Looking at their departing backs, Yang Jian did not follow them, but stayed beside Zhang Fuyao who had just woken up.

It was unknown how long it took for Zhang Fuyao to fully recover.

The moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared there.

"Ancestor," Zhang Fuyao stood up with a worried look on his face.

"You've lent out the luck of Qingming and Wudang like this. What if the king's hegemony fails in Wudi City?"

If Wang Quanbaye cannot take back Qingming and send him back as agreed, Zhang Sanfeng will completely disappear from the world.

Today's Zhang Sanfeng can no longer rely on binding his soul with Wudang, but it will not last long.

The same goes for Wudang's luck. Zhang Sanfeng used a secret method to separate the luck from Zhang Fuyao.

But they can't be separated for too long, otherwise Zhang Fuyao will die!

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes swept around, as if he was looking at every blade of grass and every tree in Wudang Mountain.

He had actually considered Zhang Fuyao's concerns a long time ago.

"If you lose, you lose," Zhang Sanfeng said calmly.

"At worst, you can just go to Wudi City to retrieve the Qingming Sword." His tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

No matter what, Wang Xianzhi is also a disciple of Wudang, so it is easy for Zhang Fuyao to retrieve the Qingming Sword.

Zhang Fuyao was about to say something, but Zhang Sanfeng suddenly changed the subject: "Fuyao, how dare you criticize me! You were too obvious about letting me win just now, weren't you?"

These words made Zhang Fuyao's heart tighten.

He didn't expect that his little trick was still seen through by the master.

"You think I didn't see that?" Zhang Sanfeng said with a half-smile, "Baiye doesn't even have the Wangquan Sword, yet he can break your Tai Chi formation!"

Zhang Fuyao was created by Zhang Sanfeng with the luck of Wudang, and his attainments in Tai Chi can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

Even Zhang Sanfeng himself, at the peak of his powers, did not dare to guarantee that he could break the Tai Chi formation he created.

If it weren't for the constraints of luck, Zhang Fuyao might even be able to surpass him.

Possessing the luck of Wudang, Zhang Fuyao was born to be a great demon king.

But throughout his life he could only reach the level of the Great Demon King!

And just as Zhang Fuyao himself said, unless the Sword God comes again, with Wang Quan Baiye's sword skills, it is impossible to break the Tai Chi formation without the Wang Quan Sword.

All this shows that Zhang Fuyao added water in the competition, and it was not just ordinary water, it was like adding a Pacific Ocean!

Zhang Fuyao was left speechless and could only smile awkwardly.

He did show mercy during the competition. On the one hand, it was because Wang Quan Baiye was the master's disciple, and on the other hand, it was because he knew the purpose of Wang Quan Baiye's trip.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and did not pursue the matter further.

He turned and looked towards Wudi City, his eyes deep: "This battle is of great significance."

"Hegemony requires this sword. Only with the Qingming Sword can he be sure of success!"

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ps/The author has also read the comments in recent days, and first of all, I would like to apologize to everyone here.

Because when the author wrote this book, he really wanted to write a battle story, but he didn't expect that...

Yes, it's just as you guessed. It kind of collapsed in the later period. Lü Zu Lü Dongxuan, Sword God Li Chungang, and Martial Emperor Wang Xianzhi were actually all okay.

But when it comes to Yang Jian... Just as you commented, the fox demon world is too weak for Erlang Shen. Even the Third Young Master Aolai in his prime may not be able to withstand a single blow.

So when it comes to the story of Yang Jian, the author has started to feel a little overwhelmed. Yang Jian is too strong, so strong that the author doesn't know how to deal with him!

You should also be able to see that the author has been increasing the combat power of the outsiders, such as the Demon King, the Great Demon King, etc...

But it still feels useless, because they are a little too weak for Erlang Shen, so the author added some major plots to Wang Quan Baiye, which is also the point that everyone has been complaining about these two days...

Here the author once again apologizes to the readers, I'm sorry!!!

Also, the author mentioned before that he was going to start a new book because he needed to fill in the outline... In the previous comments section, the author had already mentioned the title of the book, Fox Demon: Master? I am the first person in the world!

I haven’t started writing this book yet, I’m still working on the outline, and by then the author will have learned the lessons of this book!

The problem is to try your best to maintain your combat effectiveness and not let it collapse!

Since the protagonist is invincible in the fox demon world, let's bring the enemies from their original world with us (?'?`?)

Master vs. Heaven's Will

The Eternal Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Dharmas vs. the Immortal of All Industries and Corpses

Zhang Zhiwei vs. The Fate of Becoming an Immortal

If you are interested, you can follow the author so that you can be the first to read the new book!

Chapter 219: Fight again in Wudi City!

Of course, I am confident that I can find Jianxin, not that I am confident that I can defeat Wang Xianzhi.

Yang Jian then asked, "Does Master Sanfeng really believe in the king's hegemony?"

"No matter what, he is still my disciple. If I don't think highly of him, who else can?" Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard.

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At Guanjiangkou, the sun sets and dusk deepens.

In front of a grave covered with weeds, the soil suddenly trembled slightly.

At first, only a few tiny particles of soil rolled down, and gradually, the entire tomb mound began to shake.

"Crack—"

The tombstone suddenly cracked, and then a pale hand broke out of the ground!

The hand had long fingers and distinct joints. Although it was covered in mud, one could still see the traces of once holding a sword.

With a violent tremor, the entire tomb exploded and a figure slowly stood up from the soil.

It was Gu Yi who was buried here by Yang Jian!

He was covered in mud and his long hair was disheveled, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

Gu Yi looked down at his hands, then touched his chest. The beating heartbeat proved that he was really alive.

He took a deep breath, feeling the long-lost breath of life flowing through his body.