Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 29 Buzhou Sword

That thigh alone was almost as thick as the body of Zhang Zuo, whom Wen Lianggong read his memory from, and the muscles of both legs stretched the pants into tight clothes.

Just standing in front of someone like this, everyone knows that the other person's muscle condition has reached an extremely incredible level.

The strength of Tie Shuxin, the master of the Iron Sword Sect, has definitely exceeded human limits, and has even entered the so-called extraordinary state.

However, although Wen Lianggong was sighing in his heart, half of his mind was not here. Instead, he was observing the surrounding environment.

The place where he is now should be the square paved with blue bricks. In addition, the Taoist temple next to it for the disciples is not a Taoist temple, but a residential area.

Although the Iron Sword Gate has a rather tacky name, it occupies a very large area. Almost half of the mountainside is covered by the Iron Sword Gate, but there is no iconic tower. The one hanging in the main hall is not the statue of the Zhenwu Demon-Suppressing Emperor. They are the ancestors of the Iron Sword Sect.

Tieshu Xin looked at the four hundred disciples below and spoke in a low voice.

"Disciples, you are already half of the elite of the sect. This is a dangerous place. Elder Li will lead the team there. If something happens, you must not be the first to go forward. Saving your life is the right way. If your life is still alive, then all hope is still there."

Li Jianxin, who looked thin and tall, had a meticulous face, a solemn look, and pursed lips. He hugged a five-foot long sword. When he heard Tie Shuxin's words, he nodded slightly without saying anything, which was regarded as a greeting.

Although Li Jianxin is thinner than Tieshuxin, his height is not bad at all, even an inch or two taller. The long sword is extremely long, but it fits just right in his hand.

Everyone's hearts froze when they heard this, and they understood that only at this moment did Tie Shuxin truly feel free to tell the truth.

"Today, I will make an exception and teach you the first three moves of Buzhou Sword, the direct sword technique of the Iron Sword Sect. If you...if you can come back, I will include you in the direct inheritance, practice the core of the Iron Sword Sect, and sharpen your iron strength!"

As soon as these words came out, the four hundred disciples of the sect were a little unable to bear it. They selectively ignored the danger in Tie Shu's heart. They only imagined that when they came back, they would become the heirs of the Iron Sword sect. When the time comes, they would become the senior brother and marry the junior sister. In the end, he became the mainstay of the sect and reached the pinnacle of life.

Wen Lianggong, who had experienced countless similar scenes in his previous life, was extremely calm. At the age of 28, when he heard these words, his heart was extremely cold, without any ups and downs.

"Look, you only have one month to practice. How much you can master depends entirely on your luck."

Tieshuxin took off his coat, leaving only a pair of shorts, revealing the explosive muscles all over his body, like pieces of muscle armor piled on his body, he could be called a humanoid mecha.

He slowly lifted the big sword standing beside him with one hand, as if he was holding a piece of paper. It was as light as a feather and he could move it around at will.

"If you don't have good swordsmanship, heavy power, and unparalleled power, you will still have a chance of survival if you go nowhere..."

The muscles of Tie Shuxin's body, who had taken off his coat, were constantly rising and falling with his movements. His movements, exertions, and walking pace were all displayed to everyone's eyes without reservation.

As Tie Shuxin slowly practiced the three moves of the Buzhou Sword, the four hundred disciples began to disperse, clearing the distance, and pulled out the long swords they carried on their backs to slowly follow the movements.

Li Jianxin also met his end at this time, and began to constantly correct the mistakes of his disciples.

"The legs and waist used for exerting force, stepping on the ground to borrow force, are also leveraging momentum. You must think in your heart that you are not just swinging a sword, but a big mountain, a sacred mountain that reaches the sky and the earth, and can destroy everything. Yue!"

Li Jianxin's slightly hoarse voice sounded next to Wen Liang Gongxin, and at the same time he stretched out his fingers to poke at the key nodes on his body.

"Remember this, and you can make full use of Buzhou's swordsmanship."

"..."   For a whole month, Wen Lianggong, who had just possessed Zhang Zuo, was dragged into extremely abnormal and difficult training. In addition to the necessary four hours of personal hygiene and sleep, the rest of the time included eating, Medicinal bath is a continuous practice of bad swordsmanship.

Although the Buzhou Sword pays attention to the craftsmanship and craftsmanship, and the power of the sword can be broken into infinite changes, it still has thirty-two changes in one style, and they are layered on top of each other. Like water waves, it first becomes a hill, and with constant accumulation of momentum, it finally forms The mountains and mountains eventually accumulated into an unparalleled and unparalleled aura.

The three sword moves are enough to produce nearly a hundred changes. Their movements are so complex that they mobilize every muscle group in the body to perform work.

This is an extremely clever way of exerting force, even much higher than the Zhanyi Shibaluo and Taiqing swordsmanship that he had previously practiced.

As long as these three sword moves can be practiced completely, the whole body will receive a considerable amount of exercise.

Wen Lianggong gradually sank into it, his mind and heart focused on these three sword moves, and he continued to practice.

Thanks to the foundation of Zhanyi Shibatu and Taiqing swordsmanship, his body coordination and flexibility are extremely perfect, and he can perform movements that ordinary people find unbelievable.

Even so, when faced with these three postures, his muscles could still feel the pain of being stretched and broken. Then he took medicinal food to nourish them and soaked in medicinal baths to repair them.

After gradually getting used to the intensity of Bu Zhou's sword practice, and being constantly corrected and given guidance by Li Jianxin, he could clearly feel that his muscles began to slowly change in an inexplicable direction.

‘Ding, you have some experience in Buzhou Swordsmanship, and you have started to learn Buzhou Swordsmanship. ’

On the attribute panel, an ill-advised sword technique quietly appeared in the skill bar. For a moment, the method of transporting power that seemed a bit impenetrable in the past became smoother at this moment. The explanation of borrowing material form was not clear at first, and I feel like I can see the bright moon through the clouds.

‘Ding, if you don’t practice swordsmanship well, your physique will be +1’

With the increase in physical fitness, the muscles around the body are tightening, and one can clearly feel the swelling feeling in the bones.

"what?"

On the training ground, Li Jianxin came back again and carefully watched Wen Lianggong's swordsmanship practice. A moment ago, he was so nervous that he thought some old man jumped out to hit the grass pole. How come he was practicing so well now? Even he couldn't see any problem with the force method.

After staring at Wen Lianggong for a while, Li Jianxin nodded slightly.

"good."

After making a brief comment, Li Jianxin seemed to leave with a slight brisk pace.

Buzhou swordsmanship can definitely be regarded as the best swordsmanship. Since you can get started with it, you can save your life on the battlefield.

As soon as the January period arrived, a group of four hundred disciples had already assembled, packed their bags, followed Li Jianxin down the mountain, and rushed to the front line.

Before Wen Lianggong could reach the foot of the mountain, the world in front of him began to break rapidly, causing him to return to the mythical world.

Who can see this? !

Wen Lianggong frowned and took back his hand, quietly looking at Zhang Zuo who was curled up on the ground and had turned into a skeleton.

(End of this chapter)