"In this case, even if you are in power, you can't help but practice external kung fu to generate internal strength!" Wuming sighed, and Zhang Jun's heart became cold. This means that he could not cultivate internal strength in this world at all. From childhood to adulthood, everyone has a martial arts dream, hoping that he can learn martial arts, fly over the eaves and walls to be chivalrous, and have a three-foot green edge roaming the world. But now Zhang Jun suddenly found that his dream was shattered. Even if he entered the dream world, even if he was a nightmare, he knew that his future would not be blocked by this difficulty, but Zhang Jun still felt a sense of loss and a long-lost heartache.

Alas! Zhang Jun sighed, as if he wanted to exhale all his emotions. He could not exhale a feeling of sorrow and depression, and he accumulated it in his heart.

Wuming also felt the loss and helplessness in Zhang Jun's heart. He didn't want the young man to give up so much, so he comforted him: "Martial arts are just tools for killing, and powerful force cannot bring you anything..."

"That's right, but it can allow you to protect yourself and let you hold your life and destiny in your own hands." Zhang Jun retorted.

Wuming saw the inexplicable flames in Zhang Jun's eyes. For some reason, the comfort from the mouth was unable to be spoken out. He could only look at Zhang Jun and sighed, "Your own cultivation method has great potential. Since you can't practice martial arts, then devote your whole body and mind to your current cultivation path. Martial arts are not only the cultivation of force, but also the journey of your mind."

After Wuming finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Jun. He did not enter the cave to see Fengyun and the others, but went down the mountain and returned to Lingyin Temple to heal his wounds. But Wuming's words kept echoing in Zhang Jun's mind, and continued to echo in Zhang Jun's heart like a night drum and morning bell.

"The Chinese martial arts I practiced have great potential in themselves?" Zhang Jun murmured to himself. Zhang Jun knew the power of the Chinese martial arts he practiced, but if he wanted to fight with martial arts masters, it would be a little bit worse. After all, the internal energy of those people was too weird and he had no way to defend himself. At that time, Zhang Jun was instantly killed by a master with a small internal skill.

But now that he said it from Wuming, it had an unusual meaning. Zhang Jun had to re-examine himself. At this time, Zhang Jun suddenly realized that he had been on the wrong path. His only master, Huo Yuanjia, had already handed over all his martial arts to him and spread a great way at his feet. However, not only did he not cherish these, he was confused by the flower world in front of him. He was determined to seek other martial arts to enhance his strength. This is a manifestation of extreme lack of confidence. In the path of martial arts, you must be fearless and have the spirit of being invincible. Only in this way can you find your own path.

When Zhang Jun sat down and felt the twilight of the sun slowly setting in the distance, from being chased by the nightmare demon, every bit of memories flowed out from the mind again, as if time and space had traveled through time again, Zhang Jun watched the setting sun, and his eyes flashed from time to time. As the memory flowed in his heart, a figure slowly condensed in his mind, and his thin figure in white clothes was facing away from Zhang Jun. No matter how Zhang Jun condensed his spirit, he could not see the blurry face. In the dream world, as the body that maintains his own existence, he was on Zhang Jun's soul.

The limitations are constantly decreasing. When Zhang Jun concentrates all his spirits on the back in his mind, he fails to find that his spirit is constantly condensing. The soul core, which is originally like the sun, collapses and shrinks into a black particle as if he has exhausted all his power. He is like a glutton, absorbs the light spots transformed by countless dream powers scattered around him. The dream light spots like the blue universe galaxy are constantly stretching under the attraction of the black hole and become a large spiral ring. The spiral in the center just sinks into Zhang Jun's soul core that has already contracted to a little.

After sleeping all night, when the rising sun rose again the next day, the tips of Zhang Jun's hair were already covered with crystal water droplets above the peak. It was above the peak. The dewdrops condensed by the water vapor after the low temperature at night were also covered by fine dewdrops. In the glimmer of morning light, Zhang Jun's entire face was solemn, like an eternal stone sculpture of Buddha statues.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on Zhang Jun's face, Zhang Jun's eyes suddenly opened. What kind of eyes were there? A bloody color filled the whole eyes. Just one glance, a silent pressure shot straight from Zhang Jun's pupils. Just as Zhang Jun opened his eyes, Chu Chu, who was sitting on a stone bench dozens of meters away, suddenly felt a chill rushed to his heart. Deep inside the cave, next to the black blood pool of the demon, an old man cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, looked inexplicably at the direction where Zhang Jun was, sighed silently, and then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged again like a stone sculpture.

"Brother Zhang?" A cry came from behind Zhang Jun, and he turned around. Chu Chu felt a sharp aura sweeping towards him, as if he showed himself naked in front of him through his clothes. Then Zhang Jun's blood-colored eyes appeared in front of him, and endless murderous thoughts surged out like a tsunami, making Chu Chu's expression faded and exclaimed.

"Chu Chu!?" Bu Jingyun exclaimed, then rushed out of the cave first, appeared beside Chu Chu, protecting her behind him, facing Zhang Jun, and Nie Feng also appeared on the side. Zhang Jun's strangeness was seen by them at the first time. Even with their martial arts and nature, they felt cold all over their bodies when they were stared at Zhang Jun's bloody pupils, and goose bumps on their backs. The crazy murderous intent seemed to be constantly entangled and struggling in Zhang Jun's eyes, just like a ferocious beast from ancient times, trying to break out of their body and choose someone to eat.

At the first moment, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng held the sword in both hands. This person was the one who helped them, but now he could not rest assured. The momentum of being extremely arrogant and twitching claws outside his body was as crazy as if condensed into a substantial murderous intent. Just one glance at him, he felt frozen, which made Fengyun and his men, who had countless combat experience, almost raised their swords to fight back on the spot.

Zhang Jun's eyes swept across the wind and clouds, as if he was thinking of something. Zhang Jun let out a long breath, condensed into a substantial energy whistling, and made a hole as thick as a finger on the ground in front of Zhang Jun. After Zhang Jun exhaled his breath, the blood red in his eyes slowly faded away, like the pupils washed by clear water appeared in Zhang Jun's eyes. If the actual momentum of his body converged into his body with the blood in his eyes, and as his eyes returned to normal, Zhang Jun's body was outside.

The murderous aura that naturally emanated was finally completely restrained into Zhang Jun's body. In Fengyun's eyes, Zhang Jun completely turned into an ordinary person at this moment, without any pressure, but for some reason, the pressure brought to them by the more ordinary Zhang Jun was even stronger, just like the calm crater. Although it was extremely calm on the outside, there were countless magmas constantly colliding and stimulating inside. When the volcano erupted, it would surely shake the earth and shatter the mountains and rivers.

"Heaven moves forward, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement." He slowly said this sentence from his mouth firmly. When the blood red in Zhang Jun's eyes completely faded, he was blessed to his heart. Zhang Jun's hand moved to the blade inserted on the ground. Crane! A crisp sound of pulling a knife spread out. The three-foot blade inserted on the ground, dyed brown by the solidified blood on the ground, suddenly bounced up and jumped into Zhang Jun's palm.

When the brown blade entered Zhang Jun's palm, Zhang Jun's whole person and the old brown knife in his hand instantly merged into one. Feng Yun's face suddenly changed. During the perception of the two, Zhang Jun burst out a substantial evil spirit when he picked up the knife, and instantly transformed into one with the murderous intent left on the three-foot blade that killed more than a hundred people in his hand, as if he had become a blood blade that reached the sky and stood up in the sky.

Faced with such momentum and such murderous intent, Fengyun and the others quickly used their skills, and a burst of energy came out of their bodies, pushing Chuchu away from the battlefield. Although they didn't know what happened to Zhang Jun, they couldn't help but take action in the scene in front of them.

The sword light and sword shadows were about to part. A brown crescent moon extended from Zhang Jun's hand. A flash of brown crescent moon fell from the sky. The swords with Feng Yun and the two of them retreated. Within a thousand hundred percent of a second, another fingernail-sized collapse appeared on the blade in Zhang Jun's hand, making the blade covered with solidified blood look jagged. But Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng looked at their feet. They looked at each other and there was an extra footprint on the ground in front of them. It turned out that Zhang Jun had already forced the two to take a step back with just one step. Although it was just one step, there were only a few people who could break the two of them in this world. Even if the casual confrontation did not show their true strength, they could already see Zhang Jun's strength. Although he was not a master, he could barely compete with some first-class masters in the world.

The sword energy was curled and dissipated, and Zhang Jun returned to harmless again. If it weren't for the deep knife marks on the ground that told the scene just now, Chu Chu almost thought that the young man with his slightly raised mouth in front of him was really an ordinary person who didn't understand martial arts at all, but the murderous intent that just now seemed to freeze everything made her feel palpitations, and Zhang Jun was as terrifying as a ferocious beast in her eyes.

As if he felt Chuchu's terrified eyes, Zhang Jun turned to Chuchu and smiled slightly at him, as if the frozen earth was melting with snow. Zhang Jun's sunny boy-like smile from the neighboring house calmed Chuchu's terrified heart.

"Who are you?" Nie Feng asked Zhang Jun intently. The murderous intent just now, and the moment the blade slashed, it seemed like thousands of troops galloping and charging. Xiao Se's murderous intent was also shaken in an instant. Of course, it was only shaken in an instant. After all, Zhang Jun's sword was not yet crafted, and he just pushed open the door. Although his murderous intent was fierce, he lacked some great power. It was already a great achievement to make Nie Feng's Bing Xin's mood tremble.

"I am me! Zhang Jun! I suddenly realized something just now, and I couldn't help myself. I'm really sorry!" A confident aura came out from Zhang Jun's words. He no longer hesitated, no longer hesitated, no longer greedy for the so-called martial arts, and treated Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng in front of him with a normal mind. Zhang Jun suddenly realized that he was really seeking trouble. In "Romance of Dragon and Snake", Wang Wudi once said that national martial arts is only the limit of the human body after all, and cannot surpass the concept of human beings. Influenced by this thinking, Zhang Jun intentionally or unintentionally wanted to try to cultivate his internal strength and give up the national martial arts that had already cultivated a certain level. However, Zhang Jun forgot that the so-called limit is the existence of people. If he really stagnates because of this reason, gives up his persistence, and forgets the teachings of his master, then he cannot continue on the road of martial arts.

The thoughts are clear, and Chuchu and Wuming's words gave Zhang Jun a lot of inspiration. Being a human being is like practicing martial arts. You must move forward bravely without fear and fear, unity of knowledge and action. You can do not be afraid of killing people, or you can not avoid cheating, but some principles cannot be abandoned in any world. Maybe you can quickly learn Nie Fengbu Jingyun and even Wuming's unique skills by becoming a disciple. However, relying on this method of making yourself go against your own nature, you may not be able to learn profoundly even if you learn it. Because since you will give up your original practice this time, will you not give up the martial arts you have obtained now and then practice other things?
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