Chapter 217 The Strongest Man in Wudang Mountain Uses His Strength to Fight (Please Subscribe, First Update)
It is the fighting spirit of the Fire Mandrill King!
The alien fire was instantly enveloped in flames and drowned.
Then the phantom of the Fire Mandrill King burst out with a bright divine light, which seemed to burn all things.
"Evolved?" Mu Yan was surprised and happy.
The king-level Fire Mandrill King directly transformed into the Overlord-level Destined Fire Mandrill King.
What it swallowed just now was the alien fire, the mysterious fire of destiny!
The huge shadow of the Destiny Fire Mandrill King hung in the sky, covering everything, as if the entire Wudang Mountain was spreading with a surging heat wave.
Its shadow became larger, more than fifty meters long, with flaming hair floating around its body, making it look very majestic.
Then, the endless shadow turned into a red light again and returned to Mu Yan's palm.
Mu Yan felt the power of fire surging within his body, and indeed the energy was far greater than before.
"The temperature of this flame is so hot that even if Tianzun falls into it, he won't be able to survive for a moment." Mu Yan was very excited.
At this time, he glanced around and saw the floating black blade.
Mu Yan waved, and the jet-black blade flew into his hand obediently.
He looked up and down. This dark blade was filled with powerful demonic properties and endless dark energy.
"Mu Yan..." At this time, a voice sounded in his mind.
It was Li Taiqing.
"Brother Qing, you're awake." Mu Yan was surprised and happy. Li Taiqing hadn't come out to communicate for a long time since he last fell asleep.
Li Taiqing said: "This knife is very demonic. Try not to use it often. It will affect people's temperament."
Mu Yan nodded. Brother Qing looked upright and awe-inspiring, like a beacon in the fog, always giving him the right guidance.
"Hey, you have become a Junior Heavenly Lord?" Li Taiqing said in surprise.
Mu Yan nodded: "In the world of martial arts, I obtained the inheritance of the Water God. I broke through the Heavenly Lord in one fell swoop and mastered the power of water."
Li Taiqing said: "I feel that I have recovered greatly from my deep sleep this time, which should be related to your increase in cultivation."
"Can I give back my cultivation to you?" Mu Yan was very surprised.
Li Taiqing said: "The power of the fighting spirit and the magical powers it contains will increase as the master's level increases. The same fighting spirit will have different powers when used by knights and gods."
"I see, Brother Qing, your memory has recovered a lot this time."
"Every time I wake up or see some items, I can think of a lot."
"What's the difference between magical powers and fighting skills?" Mu Yan asked again.
"The moves carried by the fighting spirit are all called magical powers, such as your sword formation and the Burning Sky Golden Eyes... As for the fighting skills, they are all created by humans, such as our Shushan sword technique and Wudang's Tai Chi."
"I understand, one is a human and the other is not a human." Mu Yan nodded, his understanding of martial arts deepening.
"If you say that, there's nothing wrong with it." Li Taiqing said.
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The two communicated for a while, and Li Taiqing seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, so he hurriedly left and fell into a coma.
At this time, Mu Yan suddenly thought of something and flew to the sightseeing elevator.
The little fat man was still shaking in one corner.
Originally he wasn't too afraid of Mu Yan, but when he saw Mu Yan's series of indescribably powerful methods, he was immediately dumbfounded.
He even forgot to ask Mu Yan for compensation for the milk tea.
At this time, the little fat man saw Mu Yan again as if he were seeing a god.
Mu Yan smiled, his eyes filled with fire.
All the corpses on the ground were reduced to ashes.
However, these old men obviously don't have anything valuable on them, and they are not as rich as Ye Wushuang.
Not even a weapon exploded.
Seeing Mu Yan take action, the little fat man yelled again.
Mu Yan smiled lightly, and after taking the hat back, the power of space moved towards the little fat man.
The little fat man immediately seemed to be dragged by a big invisible hand and slowly flew out of the elevator, his ears filled with the sound of howling wind.
In the blink of an eye, both feet landed smoothly.
"Wow, so handsome!" The little fat man looked up at Mu Yan, feeling excited.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the sky like thunder.
"Little friend Mu Yan, since you're here, come up and sit down and let me fulfill my friendship as a landlord."
This sound is like thunder in the sky, it seems to come from the sky, very far away.
Mu Yan's expression changed slightly, his divine wings spread out, and after a few flaps, he leapt forward.
On the top of the mountain, countless Wudang disciples were exclaiming.
Mu Yan turned into a streak of golden light, like a shooting star, dragging its long star tail and flying into the hall in an instant.
In this majestic hall, stood an old Taoist Priest, whose breath was like a dragon, deep and unmeasurable.
The golden light fell to the ground, revealing Mu Yan's figure.
He withdrew his armor and transformed into a young man wearing a casual jacket.
The old Taoist priest felt that Mu Yan was very young, but he didn't expect him to be so young.
"What a terrifying future life." The old Taoist said with emotion.
Mu Yan cupped his hands and said, "Mu Yan pays homage to senior."
The old Taoist leader smiled and said: "My little friend, don't be restrained. My Taoist name is Zhenwu, and my name is Zhang. You and I are both Heavenly Lords. According to the rules of the martial arts world, we should treat each other as equals."
Zhenwu?
Mu Yan was a little surprised. The Wudang sect was different from other sects in that it had a sect rule that had been passed down for thousands of years. The strongest person in each generation of the sect will be given the title of "Zhenwu".
Because the Wudang Sect believes in the True Martial God.
It seems that the Zhang Zhenwu in front of him is the strongest person in this Wudang Sect.
"If my little friend hadn't taken action in time and Young Master Yan Luotian set foot on the top of the mountain, I'm afraid tens of thousands of disciples under my sect would have experienced a catastrophe." Zhang Zhenwu said with great gratitude.
Mu Yan said: "Although Ye Wushuang has some abilities, he probably won't gain much if he fights against the Taoist Priest."
His five senses were sharp and he felt Zhang Zhenwu's aura, which was very deep, like a dormant hidden dragon. Once it came out of the abyss, it would definitely cause a big earthquake.
Wudang Clan is indeed the Taishan Beidou in the alliance's martial arts world.
Because of Jun Ruyu's relationship, Mu Yan has always yearned for Wudang. Unexpectedly, just six months later, he would now be standing in front of the strongest person in Wudang Mountain, and he would be considered an equal.
It's really unimaginable.
If Jun Ruyu were present, she would be so shocked that her jaw would be dislocated.
Mu Yan has longed for Wudang's unique skills for a long time, and now the strongest person in Wudang is right in front of him. If he doesn't ask for advice, it will be in vain.
"I didn't expect little friend Mu Yan to be so interested in my disciple's fighting skills." Zhang Zhenwu stroked his beard and looked very kind.
Mu Yan nodded: "I started to be interested when I put rice on Jun Ruyu's face."
"Aha?" Zhang Zhenwu didn't seem to hear clearly.
"Nothing, senior, continue."
Zhang Zhenwu said: "Actually, the core gist of Wudang fighting skills is the word borrowed."
"What to borrow?" When it came to borrowing, Mu Yan suddenly thought of borrowing money and suddenly became extremely wary.
"Leverage your strength to fight!" Zhang Zhenwu smiled enigmatically.
"Can I learn it?" Mu Yan asked with great interest.
"sure."
The smile that Mu Yan just showed was frozen on his face by the other person's next words.
"The prerequisite is to join the Wu-Tang Clan."