On Wudang Mountain, in the Zhenwu Hall, an old man with white hair and beard and hair but no twilight aura on his body slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

"A dream in my heart, I... became the supreme master in the story of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying by Mr. Jin, Zhang Sanfeng!"

The old man spoke quietly, his voice was mellow, but he did not lose the profound meaning that had been tempered in endless years. He had been in charge of Wudang Mountain for decades. Even though he had not taken action for a long time, the majesty in his voice that was portrayed in his bones should not be underestimated.

In his previous life, he was like a sick ghost, who had been suffocating for 30 years, doing nothing, and rolled his eyes. At the time of his death, no one came to visit him, and eventually died of depression!

Chu Li felt the vast and vast inner strength of the pure yang in his body, and a hint of joy flashed across his face.

In his previous life, although he was much younger than this body, he was like a sick person all day long, and every move was extremely difficult. Now he was reborn in Zhang Sanfeng. Although his body was a hundred years old, it was very different from the previous life!

"Strength, endless power!"

A hint of joy flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's face. He clenched his fists and felt the power in his body. His eyes couldn't help but narrow. Although this body was already a hundred years old, the vitality contained in it was terrifying!

"It is worthy of being the supreme master who is rare in the book of Mr. Jin. With such a deep internal strength, it is probably not a problem to live for another twenty or thirty years. This can be considered as making up for a previous life."

A rare trace of unseen joy flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's face. Living for another twenty or thirty years was no less than a huge piece of good news for him.

The world today is the story of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. He is already a hundred years old. No, to be precise, three months later, it will be his 100th birthday.

At that time, he would invite all the martial arts worlds to gather in Wudang Mountain to celebrate his birthday. At that time, Zhang Cuishan, his five disciples, would commit suicide to thank the world.

In the original work, Zhang Cuishan committed suicide and apologized, and just saved Wudang Mountain. This time, he would never watch his disciple die under his nose!

"Three months is enough."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slowly. Although he is reborn now, he has also merged with the true soul of Zhang Sanfeng. Now he can be said to be Chu Li in his previous life, or he can be said to be the supreme master of the martial arts world today!

Zhang Sanfeng stood up gently, glanced at his wide Taoist robe, and then looked at a bronze cauldron in front of him that was worth a thousand pounds. A smile appeared on his face. He wanted to try how terrifying his strength is now.

You know, what he now integrates is not just Zhang Sanfeng's memory, but also his terrifying strength!

"Bang!"

Zhang Sanfeng stuck out with one hand, then grabbed the bronze cauldron, stepped on it, and the boundless pure Yang true power rolled out in his dantian.

The bronze cauldron was like a piece of paper, and he was raised over his head. However, Zhang Sanfeng looked like his face was not blushing or breathing, as if he was holding a thousand-pound cauldron, but a piece of paper!

"It's so terrifying. I thought in my previous life that Zhang Wuji, who was in the late stage of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, was enough to compete with Zhang Sanfeng. But now it seems that it was just those people in the previous life who made up the mess. The century-old pure power is not comparable to a boy who is only twenty-one years old."

Zhang Sanfeng's face was full of terrifying contempt. He just now had just mobilized about 30% of the pure yang power in his body, and had such power. If ten% of the pure yang internal force came out in full swing, what a terrifying power it would be!

It seems that in the original work, this great master has never sent all his strength.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A knock on the door came, and Zhang Sanfeng calmed down the smile on his face and let out a light whisper. After a few breaths, an old Taoist, who was about fifty years old, stepped into it gently.

When he came to Zhang Sanfeng, the old Taoist respectfully bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, and then said softly, "Master, you have been in seclusion for seven days and have not left. The disciples are very worried, so the disciples come to pay tribute to the master and ask the master for forgiveness!"

The one who spoke was Song Yuanqiao, the eldest disciple acquired by Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao with concentration for a few breaths, and then waved his hand with a smile, "You are filial, how can you blame you? Seven days are not because of something happening to your master, but when you realize the truth, you will gain something. If you accidentally, seven days have passed."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly, and he was not disgusted with Song Yuanqiao's behavior.

In the original work, there are no seven disciples acquired by Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu. None of them can be called heroes!

And Song Yuanqiao's behavior was just overly concerned about him.

Looking at Song Yuanqiao, who looked uneasy and wanted to speak, the smile on Zhang Sanfeng's face became even stronger.

First, the relaxation of his body is completely different from his previous life. Within a hundred years, his strength has been continuously nourishing his body and even making his mood become very good.

"Yuanqiao, just say anything. Wudang Mountain has a master here. No matter what happens, you must keep your heart in your stomach. We Wudang Mountain will not bully others, but if others want to bully us Wudang Mountain, huh, you must first ask our Zhenwu Sword whether we agree or not!"

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng had endless confidence between his eyebrows, and he had the capital to be confident. Now he is in the world of the Heavenly Heaven, and his confidence can be invincible!

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng who was so vigorous, Song Yuanqiao felt a little excited and finally said, "Master, Lao Wu has a letter. Three days ago, someone went to our Wudang Mountain and took out a letter. The letter was sent by Lao Wu!"

"The letter of Lao Wu?"

Zhang Sanfeng was a little surprised, but he still signaled Song Yuanqiao to continue talking.

Song Yuanqiao continued to say, "The disciples have confirmed that the letter is indeed the handwriting of Lao Wu. The letter said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Lao Wu will return to our Wudang Mountain in three months. At that time, your 100th birthday party will be two good things."

Song Yuanqiao said in the end, he could no longer suppress the joy on his face. This was indeed good news for Wudang today.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, "Then go down and prepare well. Master is also relieved to come back in Cuishan."

Song Yuanqiao nodded and said yes, "Then the disciple will go down first."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and after Song Yuanqiao left, Zhang Sanfeng sat on the cushion again. Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength was not easy now, and he still needed to be familiar with it for a while. Three months was completely enough!

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng began to meditate and feel everything in this body. Although he successfully merged with Zhang Sanfeng, the time was still short after all. It was a fantasy to want to completely control it for a moment.
Chapter completed!