ps: I have something to do today, I don’t have to write, I only have one chapter, I’ll forgive me!

"He can really deal with Jue Wushen?"

Inside the Gate of Life and Death, Zhang Jun followed Fengyun and Pig Emperor to the top of a peak. The Gate of Life and Death is in a mountain range, between the peak peaks and ridges, life and death. After entering this Gate, life and death are difficult to leave. This is the Gate of Life and Death. The Evil Emperor, known as the world's number one sword, lives in seclusion here. If there is no Pig Emperor's lead, Zhang Jun can guarantee that it is absolutely no less difficult to find this place than climbing the sky.

"Well! He is strange by nature and does not care about the world. I hope he will make an exception this time!" The Pig Emperor did not see Nie Feng still leading the way. His fat body stood firmly on the rugged cliff mountain road, allowing the surrounding wind to blow but did not tremble at all. In comparison, Chuchu was much worse. Under the strong wind of nearly seven or eight, he shook every step. If Bu Jingyun had not protected each other, he would have fallen to the bottom of the cliff. At this time, what surprised the Pig Emperor and the others was Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun had no internal force in his body, but he had no sign of falling down in the face of this fierce wind. Facing this fierce wind, he showed no sign of falling. His whole body trembled in one step, but he was moving forward strangely, and there was no need for the other three to slow down. In the strong wind, his body swayed slightly in a strange rhythm, and stabilized the body blown by the wind on the ground.

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed this time!" Zhang Jun hit the scene at this time, walking half of the cliffs, and finally entered the peaks. The surrounding cliffs were connected by huge chains as thick as several people, and an extremely strange and spectacular scene appeared. Maybe it entered the eye of the wind or entered the back of the peak. The whistling wind around slowly became smaller and disappeared as the few people moved forward. They found their destination at a high cliff wall above the mountain stream.

"What do you know?" The Pig Emperor suddenly asked Zhang Jun when he heard this. Because the Evil Emperor had a good relationship with him, but because he ignored the world for many years, even the Pig Emperor did not understand what his current situation was. Now, he was really surprised when he heard that Zhang Jun talked about the Evil Emperor's recent situation.

"It's already here, just go up and take a look. But you'd better make some mental preparations. I'm afraid that the Evil Emperor will not help you even if he agrees to come out of the mountain." Zhang Jun smiled, climbed up the steps without touching the Pig Emperor's feet, and reached the abdomen hole in the peak. This was where the Evil Emperor lived in seclusion.

The huge cave is extremely empty, with only a simple stone table and a stone beard. An old man wearing a hat and white beard is sweeping the ground with a broom made of branches, one by one, one by one, as if every time he swept, he would do everything he could in his body.

"I haven't seen you for a long time!" The Pig Emperor put down the burden in his hand and greeted him.

But the old man who was called the old man just sighed lightly, saying hello, and he didn't stop his work at all. He just swept the ground one by one, as if nothing could arouse his interest except sweeping the floor.

"Hey! Look at you working every day, take a break! What's the fun of being a human being like you?" The Pig Emperor sighed when he saw the other party still sweeping the floor. Unfortunately, the other party was still sweeping the floor on his own and completely ignored him. Zhang Jun couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this scene, thinking that he was so pretentious, was it really like the people in Shaolin Temple, as long as the old man who swept the floor had his unique skills?

After touching his chin, Zhang Jun thought to himself that he should be careful, and he should not mess with the other party anyway. Even if he is really a Shaolin Sweeping Monk-like figure, he is not afraid that he will be detrimental to him.

"Brother Zhang, why do you say that Senior Evil Emperor has not helped us?" Chuchu was not wary of Zhang Jun. Maybe it was because of the shared hardships. She was not hostile to her, and even treated her like a sister.

"It's very simple. In fact, this senior Evil Emperor created a martial arts technique, which was the magic sword technique that abandoned the Tao and became demons. Unfortunately, he was swallowed by the magic sword, and in the end he had to cut off his arms to seal the sword... Hahaha! Do you think he can compete with Jue Wushen??" Zhang Jun said in a low voice.

"What?"

"What?"…

Four consecutive sounds of surprise. Although Zhang Jun's voice had been lowered as much as possible, the five senses of warriors in this world were beyond ordinary people, not to mention that those present were all powerful people in the Black Iron level. Zhang Jun's whispers were no different from those saying it in their ears. When he heard Zhang Jun's words, even the Pig Emperor's face changed drastically.

"Is it true that the old man is old? The old ghost of the Evil Emperor really cut off his arms and sealed his sword? "The old man is old, don't sweep it. This is a big deal that concerns the comfort of the entire Middle Earth!" The Pig Emperor said anxiously to the white-haired old man who was still sweeping the floor.

But the old man still swept his floor and said without raising his head, "Since you all know...why are you still here? Some of them are no longer the Evil Emperors of the past, but just a person who is waiting to die in twilight..."

After saying that, no matter how much the Pig Emperor persuaded him, he would not say another word. In the end, the Pig Emperor did not get much information, so he could only get news that the Evil Emperor was half-destroyed. In the end, he didn't do it and had to ask Zhang Jun for help.

What Zhang Jun wants is this effect. At this time, Zhang Jun will undoubtedly become the guide for the other party. Although the path Zhang Jun gave them was what they would have taken, the meaning to them was completely different. Only at this moment can Zhang Jun truly become a companion with the influence and voice among them.

"It's very simple, learn from the Evil Emperor and learn the Demon Sword!" Zhang Jun looked at the surprised look of the others, and then continued: "I once said that if you want to ascend force, you must become a demon. To urge the Qilin blood in your body to transform into a Qilin Demon, you can naturally ascend force to defeat Jue Wushen."

"As for how you can learn the magic sword, I think only you two can know it!" Zhang Jun said, then turned around, waved his hand, and walked to the stone bench to sit down. Seeing Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng finally decided to kneel down and beg for a master to save the Central Plains martial arts world, Zhang Jun's heart was also moved. When he knew that he had the idea of ​​learning martial arts when he came to this dream world of Fengyun, he had no way to learn martial arts, but he had no way and could not practice the sense of qi. He always wanted to find a famous master to give some advice. Apprenticeship is indeed a good way. The relationship between master and apprentice is still extremely useful in this martial arts world. After all, there are very few bastard masters like Xiongba. Most master-apprentice relationships are established, so the apprentice is equal to half of the master's son.

However, when Zhang Jun had this idea in his heart, he suddenly felt a kind of resistance, and he seemed to be stuck in his heart. Zhang Junwu really decided to become a disciple and learn martial arts. With his chin, Zhang Jun's mind was in chaos. Anyway, this was just a world composed of dreams. It was nothing to do by himself? It was just fake. As long as he learned martial arts, he would leave this world, and then he would think that he had never studied with his master...

For a moment, Zhang Jun came up with more than a dozen excuses in his mind to comfort himself, but no matter how perfect the excuse is, how beneficial it sounds to him, but to make Zhang Jun bow his knees and become a disciple for martial arts, Zhang Jun felt like a thorn stuck in his heart, and there was no transparency.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, Zhang Jun found another rock protruding from the cliff and sat down. His mind was rumbling. The temptation of peerless martial arts and the inexplicable persistence in his heart made Zhang Jun struggle and sway repeatedly.

Until three days later...

"Brother Zhang, have something to eat!" Chuchu gave a large plate of potatoes and potatoes to Zhang Jun with an unstable expression. Don't ask what there are two things like potatoes and potatoes at this time. Anyway, the background of the entire Fengyun World has long been broken by Lao Ma, so just treat it as a special parallel space.

Zhang Jun took the potato on the plate with nonchalant eyes, then stuffed it into his mouth and started to chew it. This situation was entirely because Zhang Jun was constantly fighting with heaven and man in his mind these days, which made Zhang Jun look completely dull. Chu Chu looked back at Feng Yun and the other two who had been kneeling for three days without eating or drinking, and then looked at Zhang Jun who was thinking about something mechanically chewing the potato in his hand. Finally, he couldn't help saying, "Brother Zhang, don't want this. I know, you must have something to let Senior Evil Emperor come out. Please help Brother Yun and Brother Feng!"

Chuchu looked anxiously at Zhang Jun, who seemed to have not heard her at all. After Chuchu couldn't even get an answer for even a shout, Chuchu almost started to cry. At this time, Zhang Jun asked to himself as if he was muttering, "Chuchu, if one day you have to choose between strength and the person you most beloved, what would you choose?"

"Of course, I am the one I love the most!" Seeing Zhang Jun suddenly looking over when he heard this, Chu Chu's face turned red, and then he slowly said: "Because, Wu can practice slowly, but there is only one person I love." As he said that, he turned his head slightly and looked at Bu Jingyun kneeling in the cave.

Zhang Jun was puzzled and asked again: "But this power is related to your life! Only with strength can you protect yourself. If you lose your power, you will die!"

When Chuchu heard this, she not only did not hesitate, but also showed a firm look, "Well, if it was Brother Yun, I would, even if it was life."

Zhang Jun's eyes were blurred when he heard this, and then he sighed: "Bu Jingyun is difficult to move and will not express his feelings. Moreover, he used to be too deep in love. Now, even if he has feelings for you, he will not see his own heart clearly. I'm afraid you have to wait!"

As he said that, Zhang Jun stood up and walked out of the cave entrance, "Brother Zhang, where are you going?" Chuchu's voice came from behind, but Zhang Jun laughed and said, "I haven't gone out for three days, I want to go out for some breath! I didn't expect that I didn't see clearly yet, such a small problem has confused me for so many days."

"Then, Senior Evil Emperor..."

"Don't worry about this. Someone will help you to help you solve the situation in the next few days. It won't take long for your brother Yun to kneel!" As he said that, Zhang Jun waved his hand, and walked outside the cliff, looked at the bright sunshine, and felt the soul that seemed to be transformed. Zhang Jun once again played Huo Family Fist, dragon soaring, tiger jumping, and clouds rising. While Zhang Jun's fist started, the breeze driven by his body continued to accumulate. The previous breeze had not subsided, and the next breeze superimposed again. The wind and sand brought by Zhang Jun's figure became more and more fierce. The dust on the ground seemed to be carried by Zhang Jun's every move. Zhang Jun's knees were covered with a layer of yellow gauze, which was a whirlwind of thickness.

It is obvious that the Chinese martial arts and the martial arts within need are completely different things, but Zhang Jun is now clearly like practicing a peerless body, with body movements and intentions following, and quiet in movements. The body that has not moved for three days is relaxed while being freed from body and mind. Instead, he remembered the feeling of pleasure of rushing among thousands of black armored knights a few days ago, as if he was back to that battlefield again. Zhang Jun took action and murderous intent became less and less, and it became simpler. Countless black armored soldiers seemed to appear in front of him again, and he rushed into the black armored soldiers. One punch and one kick achieved the maximum damage with the simplest movement.

After several punches, Zhang Jun felt that his blood was even more intense, which made him feel that he could not use his strength even if he hit ten times. Zhang Jun slowly exhaled three feet long white energy, and then sucked it into his nostrils again as the white energy was about to dissipate, suppressing the surging blood. At this time, after Zhang Jun put down the big stone in his heart, he absorbed the experience of killing during the boxing practice and evolved into a move specifically for the formation and killing. The boxing intention that originally used softness to overcome hardness was lost in the moves, but instead he had a domineering killing intention. The moves were more direct and domineering, and he was more inclined to the authentic Huo Family Secret Fist, which was strong and fearless.

Papa! "Good fist, but unfortunately the murderous aura is too strong." A slight regretful exclaim came from behind. Zhang Jun instantly seemed to be an explosive tiger, and the hair behind him stood up like an electric shock. Who can silently approach him? If the other party wants to kill him, he will not have the power to fight back at all.

"Relax, brother Zhang." The slightly smiling voice had a reassuring aura that swept across Zhang Jun's heart like the spring breeze, which really made Zhang Jun's tense nerves relax.

"Senior Wuming, I didn't expect you to like to scare me, a junior!" Zhang Jun smiled awkwardly. The other party still had a light look, as if nothing in the world could not shake him. Even though his strength has been greatly reduced now, his eyes that were as calm as if his heart was calm and level were shining straight into Zhang Jun's heart, as if all the murderous intent in his heart was purified in this look.

But then Zhang Jun suddenly burst into cold sweat. How strong is Wuming's strength? This thought couldn't help but appear in Zhang Jun's mind. He even used his eyes to eliminate Zhang Jun's murderous intent. If Wuming recovered completely, Jue Wushen would not even have the power to let Wuming move. Zhang Jun couldn't help but think of Wuming in the comics, but unfortunately, Wuming is famous for being miserable in the comics. Although he is respectfully called the highest level of martial arts, in fact, he can't be in a complete state. If he is either poisoned, he will be seriously injured and he will become a stepping stone to set off the protagonist, and he is very sad.

But now, in Zhang Jun's heart, Wuming's status has risen directly from the Black Iron level to the Bronze Peak or even the Silver level. This guy is so terrible. No wonder he has always been comparable to Shaolin sweeping monk in the early stage of Fengyun Comics. The existence of Huashan Feng Qingyang and Quanzhen King Chongyang is indeed the peak, and he deserves the name of martial arts mythology.

"Your martial arts is indeed unique and has its own uniqueness. I have never seen anyone like you who has no internal strength but can use the ability of a second-rate martial arts master, even more lasting." Wuming shook his head and glanced at Zhang Jun in confusion.
Chapter completed!