Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 64 0064: Taihong Club
Meet the Holy Lord?

Lu Changfeng thought a thousand times in his mind, but he just couldn't find where he had such an identity called 'Holy Lord'.

It seemed that he could see Lu Changfeng's doubts.

A man in black robe said: "Holy Master, this place is not suitable for talking, how about we find a secluded place to report?"

Lu Changfeng shook his head: "I refuse."

"Why?"

"I see, the Holy Master probably doesn't know his identity."

"Forget it, let's not bother the Holy Master for now, let's pass the news back first. The current identity of the Holy Master in Jiangzhou seems to be very safe."

The two men in black whispered to each other, saluted Lu Changfeng respectfully, then turned and disappeared into the night.

These two people have extraordinary lightness skills, deep internal strength, and their speed far surpasses Lu Changfeng.

Lu Changfeng frowned slightly as he watched the two black-robed men leave, silently keeping a few key words in his mind, and saving them for later exploration.

Lu Changfeng reckoned that there was a high probability that the two men in black robes were drawn out because of their performance in the competition today.

Although the talent of swordsmanship displayed by him is monstrous, it should have nothing to do with his identity information.

Then only yes.
Lu Changfeng touched the middle of his eyebrows.

Is it because of that imprint?

What kind of existence is Elephant Girl? Could it be that there is still her remaining power in this world?
Lu Changfeng shook his head, and continued to walk towards the location of the martial arts hall.

There is nothing else on the road.

It was already late at night when we returned to the martial arts hall, Lu Changfeng comforted the slightly anxious Chunzhu, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Lu Changfeng got up and swung a [-]-jin pig iron broadsword to practice [Fengtian Forging Body Saber Technique].

Practicing diligently every day is the foundation of Lu Changfeng's martial arts.

In addition to practicing swordsmanship, Lu Changfeng also began to ask Chunzhu to help him collect swordsmanship from the market.

Almost every once in a while, a sword technique can be cultivated and swallowed by [Longevity Sword].

In this way, Lu Changfeng's longevity and strength can be steadily improved.

During the interval of practice, Chunzhu sent a copy of [Hundred Xiaoqianzhi] of the day to Lu Changfeng.

"Oh? The Qianlong Ranking has been updated. Sikong Jue has risen to 89, and I went straight to [-]."

The battle between Lu Changfeng and Sikong Jue showed their terrifying strength to outsiders.

People from the Qianzhi faction were also watching at the venue, and their conclusion was that both Lu Changfeng and Sikong Jue's strength far surpassed the rankings.

As a result, the ranking of the two has been improved.

Bai Yimeng, the original No. 1 sword sect in the Jiangnan Mansion's blood-forging realm, was only ranked below Sikong Jue.

After this battle, Lu Changfeng squeezed out Bai Yimeng and became the number one swordsman in the blood forging realm of Jiangnan Prefecture.

On Bai Yimeng's side, the number of shots was close to zero. If he really cared about his reputation, he would find Lu Changfeng to fight.

If not, Lu Changfeng will maintain the title of the number one swordsman in the blood-forging realm of Jiangnan Prefecture for a long time.

This can also be regarded as a way for the Qianzhi faction, as a bystander in the martial arts world, to watch the excitement without too much trouble.

The Qianzhi faction is not afraid that things will become big, but they are afraid that there will be no news in the martial arts world.

"Including me on the Qianlong list, there are only thirteen people at the blood-forging level, which means that I rank third among the thirteen people at the blood-forging level."

Lu Changfeng looked at the two people in line above him, both of whom were not in Jiangnan Mansion.

A young prince in Gyeonggi, and a monk in the northwest.

The distance was too far, Lu Changfeng glanced at it for a while and then automatically skipped it.

"Now, just wait for the news from the Taizhen Martial Art Museum that when the copying talent is updated, his bloodline talent will be copied. I don't know what's going on with Sikong Jue."

"Or should I pay a visit in person?"

While Lu Changfeng was thinking, he heard the uproar in the martial arts arena outside the martial arts hall.

After Lu Changfeng's battle, the popularity of Changle Martial Arts Hall reached its peak again.

Last time, someone who likes to practice swords came to learn from a teacher.

This time, some warriors who were not interested in practicing swords also came to apprentice.

Lu Changfeng had no choice but to continue to raise the threshold of root talent for admission.

Taking advantage of his free time, Lu Changfeng taught several disciples to practice in the martial arts arena.

The progress of the disciples is very fast. Although the storm-forging swordsmanship has only evolved from the first two layers of Fengtian's body-forging swordsmanship.

The rank is indeed the top-notch exercise for blood-forging, and the body-forging effect is extraordinary.

In this way, a full day passed quickly.

at night.

Lu Changfeng was practicing a new sword technique with the Qiushui sword in the backyard.

This sword technique, which cost spring bamboo five taels of silver, is of a very low level, and the progress of practice is extremely fast.

Outsiders may be surprised why Lu Changfeng practiced such low-level swordsmanship.

Only Lu Changfeng knew that after devouring his cultivation, his lifespan would be increased by at least three months and his sword's power would be increased by 0.1%.

Suddenly, a black shadow flitted across the wall.

Plop.

The figure fell to the ground.

Lu Changfeng withdrew his sword and looked up. It was Zhao Xingtian who was pale and had a streak of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you, Wuzong of the dignified bone refinement realm, was injured?" Lu Changfeng asked.

Zhao Xingtian was about to speak when his expression changed slightly.

Three more black shadows jumped over the courtyard wall and fell down.

Lu Changfeng was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, hey, what do you think of my martial arts gym? If you don't go through the main entrance, you have to climb over the wall?"

The three black shadows are three middle-aged people with extraordinary bones. The leader is in the first class, and the other two are also in the lower class. They have no talent.

They were wearing the same clothes, Lu Changfeng looked carefully, and the contents of a newspaper appeared in his memory.

This seems to be the costume of the Taihonghui, one of the top ten sects in the Jiangnan Mansion.

The Taihong Society is a sect with a shadow of religion. The disciples in the sect all worship 'Taihong' as the main god since they started, and they are ready to sacrifice their lives for the main god at any time.

In the religious content of the Taihong Society, Taihong is the main god. He created everything and believed in Taihong. After death, he can enter the Taihong Realm and become a servant of God.

Therefore, most Taihonghui disciples are not afraid of life and death.

Taihonghui disciples can be divided into seven colors, the lowest-level disciples have only one color of clothing, the second-level and second-level clothing are two-color splicing, and so on.

These three disciples of the Taihong Society all wear six colors, and they are the top six-color disciples of the Taihong Society. No wonder Zhao Xingtian, who is at the bone forging level, was injured by the pursuit.

At this time, the three members of the Taihong Society looked around, their eyes stayed on Lu Changfeng, and they recognized Lu Changfeng and where this place was.

No wonder he was able to recognize Lu Changfeng, it was because Lu Changfeng was the hot topic in today's headlines.

Today Lu Changfeng was on the headlines of major newspapers, and Lu Changfeng's profile picture was printed on the newspaper, and it was also printed in the hearts of everyone in the martial arts world.

"It turned out to be the number one swordsman in the blood-forging realm, Master Lu."

"I am a disciple of Taihonghui, my name is Hongliang, and these two are my juniors." Hongliang introduced with cupped hands.

Immediately, Hong Liang said: "This time I don't take the usual route to enter the martial arts hall to disturb Master Lu. I really have no choice but to look at Haihan."

"I waited like this, all to chase this thief!"

Hong Liang pointed to Zhao Xingtian on one side, and said with a murderous look on his face.

(End of this chapter)