Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 152 God’s Resurrection
"Tuoba Hong, the shaman of the Tianshen Sect, came to visit Zhang Zhenjun on the order of the great shaman. I also asked Zhenjun Yu to deign to receive you."

Zhao Xuan is working tirelessly to learn from the martial arts experience from the great master.

Suddenly, a mellow and melodious voice came from outside the mountain gate.

It is different from the last time Tuoba Yunhai worshiped the mountain.

Tuoba Hong deliberately controlled the intensity this time, for fear of offending Zhang Taifeng.

His roar accidentally interrupted Zhao Xuan's good deeds.

Zhao Xuan silently wrote down the name, cupped his hands towards Zhang Taifeng and said, "Master, our ancestors are busy, I will come back to ask for advice another day."

Zhang Taifeng said calmly: "This matter is not something that requires the veteran to come forward."

He waved casually, and Zhang Cuifeng and the master of Tianshu Peak, who had been hanging on the cliff for a long time, were dazzled by him and were called to his eyes: "The old Taoist is here to train the younger ones. You people of the Tianshen Sect, go and send them away."

Zhang Cuifeng and Master Tianshu hurriedly handed over their hands: "Disciple (nephew) obeys the order."

This guest came just in time and rescued their fellow apprentices.

The two of you asked me to give way and went away with happy faces.

Perhaps they didn't even realize that their relationship got much better after being punished by Zhang Taifeng.

Not long after the two left, the master of Tianshu Peak left and returned.

"Uncle, Zhao Xuan defeated the Son of God of the Heavenly God Sect in one fell swoop in the Northern Wei Dynasty, captured him alive, and imprisoned him in Tianshu Peak."

"The person from the Tianshen Sect is Tuoba Hong's father. He came to redeem Tuoba Hong on the orders of the great shaman of the Tianshen Sect."

"Zhao Xuan captured the man. My nephew and senior brother always believed that it was up to him to decide the ransom, so they came to take him there."

Zhao Xuan said quickly: "Master can make the decision on this matter, and the disciples will have no say whatsoever."

He was so angry that his balls ached.

The great master's experience and teachings, just a few words, are more effective than his months of hard training.

What kind of ransom is there for such a rare opportunity?

At most, Tuoba Hong will be detained for a few days.

The sky can't fall down.

Zhang Taifeng said with a smile: "It's better to go too far than you can do. You've asked enough questions today. Let's go digest it and come back another day."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan looked at Tianshu Peak Master with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

But Zhang Taifeng had spoken and stayed shamelessly, which might be counterproductive.

Zhao Xuan, holding back his anger, followed the Master of Tianshu Peak to the Zhenwu Hall of Tianzhu Peak.

"People are coming."

Someone said something, and the several main peak masters and elders from various halls who were waiting with Zhang Cuifeng to welcome the guests all looked over.

Exploring, appreciating, and doubting have different meanings.

But without exception, it will bring a huge invisible pressure to people.

If someone in the ordinary Qi training realm sees this battle, he probably won't even be able to speak.

Zhao Xuan was not unusual at all. He smiled and calmly looked at each other with many high-ranking masters.

Seeing the Kaiyang Peak Master and the formation hall elders who had a good relationship with each other, he even smiled brightly.

Peak Master Tianshu took a step forward, blocked half of Zhao Xuan's gaze, and said with some displeasure: "Can I, my disciple, fall under the eyes of all my brothers?"

As soon as these words came out, many masters of Zhenwu Sect looked away.

Only Tuoba Hong, who was dressed in Northern Wei Dynasty, still stared at Zhao Xuan.

"This must be Young Master Zhao. Since my son was defeated at your hands, how much ransom do you want?"

Zhao Xuan said without changing his expression: "Not much, just one hundred times the power of all sentient beings."

Tuoba Hong was stunned when he heard this: "How many copies?"

Not to mention Tuoba Hong, all the masters of Zhenwu Sect shook their heads after hearing this.

Theoretically, the power of one sentient being can create a master.

Exchange one hundred future grandmasters for one quasi-grandmaster who is about to be promoted. How much is this deal?
Zhao Xuan patiently replied: "One hundred copies." One hundred copies is the number for him to be promoted to Grandmaster, not his bottom line or limit.

Tuoba Hong smiled angrily and looked at Zhang Cuifeng: "Is this the style of your sect?"

Zhang Cuifeng coughed lightly and was about to persuade Zhao Xuan to offer a lower price, but Zhao Xuan spoke first: "If you redeem a person, you will redeem him. If you say you can't pay the price, what kind of pretensions are there?"

"I'm offering a price of one hundred sentient beings' power. If your teaching feels it's too expensive, or it's not worth it, you don't have to redeem it."

"You agree with me, there is no need to force it."

Tuoba Hong ignored Zhao Xuan's ridicule, looked at Zhang Cuifeng and said: "Before coming, the great shaman told me that if your sect does not agree to redeem people, let me personally deliver something to Zhang Zhenjun, and also ask Zhang Zhenjun Recommended on behalf of others.”

In his opinion, the Zhenwu Sect deliberately set a sky-high price and never thought of letting him redeem his people.

Zhang Cuifeng didn't even think about it: "The shaman can take out the things and let me hand them over on my behalf."

Back then, his master hurriedly passed the throne to him just because he didn't like these nonsense.

If he bothered him with this kind of thing, he would definitely get scolded.

Tuoba Hong showed hesitation: "But the great shaman asked me to deliver it personally, just in case..."

Zhang Cuifeng said in a deep voice: "Who dares to use the things that the great shaman gave to the previous head of our sect?"

Tuoba Hong thought so and took out a purple wooden sign from his arms.

Just hear a "boom".

Endless golden light is released from the wooden sign.

The celestial phenomena outside the palace changed.

Rolling dark clouds instantly covered the sky and the sun, thunder exploded in the clouds, and the wind roared like ghosts crying and gods howling.

The thunderbolts that penetrated the sky were winding down like dragons and snakes, seeming to fall into the Zhenwu Palace.

The next moment, a foot wearing cloth shoes stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, and a hand like a jade carving held the wooden sign.

In an instant, the golden light dissipated, the dark clouds dispersed, and the thunder stopped.

It seemed like everything was an illusion just now.

Zhang Taifeng looked at Tuoba Hong: "What did that old boy Tuoba Ye say to you?"

While asking questions, Tuoba Hong felt endless pressure coming towards him.

He quickly spoke: "The great shaman said that the god is about to revive, please Zhang Zhenjun to take care of himself."

After saying this, he was stunned for a moment. Did the great shaman say that?
Zhang Taifeng sneered when he heard this: "The bullshit god revived."

"I don't know where the wild god came from. The guy who has been hiding in the sewers for thousands of years, what if he comes back to life? Dare to come to the Zhenwu Sect and run wild, but you are an old man and don't dare to kill the gods?"

"Go back and tell Tuoba Ye that there is a redemption attitude and a threat, don't use them at the same time, it won't work."

"That's all, there's no point in sending a message. I'll go and say it myself."

After saying that, he went straight north with the wooden sign.

……

Northern Wei Dynasty, Luojing.

The sky, which was thousands of miles clear, suddenly darkened.

A sky of black and white intertwined enveloped it.

At the same time, the golden light of Tianshen Mountain burst out, rivaling it.

Zhang Taifeng's quiet words echoed in the air: "Tuoba Ye, where is your resurrected god? Pull it out and run around."

Even though he was a great shaman of the Celestial God Sect who had been in a high position for a long time and had cultivated his character for many years, he could not help but get angry when he heard this.

"Zhang Zhenjun, this place is not Zhenwu Mountain. Don't bully others too much."

What he responded to was a fist that was as strong as the sky.

On this day, Tianshen Mountain shook endlessly, and 37 palaces collapsed.

(End of this chapter)