Without any surprise, Long Tian and Little White Mouse once again suffered from the system prompt. Seeing that Baoshan could not get even a little bit, this made the two player elites very distressed.

But there is no way, the rigid requirements of the fourth-level innate requirement are there. No matter how Long Tian looks down on all players, it is useless.

Fortunately, this destruction finally ended after an hour. Although Zhang Sanfeng had extraordinary cultivation, he had reached an unimaginable level after all, so he went back to his quiet room for a while and left Yu Lianzhou to continue to entertain a group of guests.

After that, except for Zhang Wuji's experience of the insights he gained from Tai Chi swords, Long Tian and Little White Mouse were quite pleasant.

At dinner time, Zhang Sanfeng still did not appear in front of everyone, but asked someone to return the borrowed Yitian Sword - and the soft iron cut by the dragon-slaying sword has now been restored to ironing again.

[Nine Yin Scriptures] and other magical skills that Long Tian and others almost forgot this small flaw on the Sword of Heaven and the Dragon Slaying Sword. But Zhang Sanfeng is the oldest person in the world, and he didn't ask too much, which made Long Tian feel much more at ease.

The Wudang Sect attaches great importance to the arrival of Zhu Wu Lianzhuang and Mingjiao. The food and residence provided by him are all impeccable on Wudang Mountain.

Several two-story lofts are located in the deep scenery of Wudang Mountain, next to a high cliff. The evening breeze blows, and there is a slight tranquility. These lofts are the residences of the distinguished guests who are visiting Wudang today.

Compared to the exquisitely arranged inn at the foot of the mountain, Long Tian felt that the attic was more interesting. Opening the left skylight and looking directly at the boundless starry sky can make people truly feel the vastness of the world, the insignificance of their own body, and some fear of the unknown.

Now that Long Tian’s cultivation has reached the middle stage of the third stage of the innate level, he can even talk about it. But even so, he has not yet met the rigid requirements for spiritual level cultivation. And what is above the spiritual level? What is above the innate level?

How powerful should the extraterritorial gods and demons who can force the Human Alliance to give such great power to all humans?

Thinking of this, Long Tian couldn't sleep for a while. But this was not a big deal. Since he was not sleepy, he sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and kept pursuing the Changsheng Art.

Players’ rest in [Myth] is actually not necessary. Whether it is an ordinary game device or a holographic cabin like a dragon or a sky, they all have related functions to stimulate brain nerves. Once a certain part of the player’s nerves are tired, there will be constant current massage and stimulation in the outside world.

As for most players, they still choose to maintain their external routines and routines in the [myth] where the time flow is slightly different from reality, it is purely because of habits.

This habit also makes most of the vicious attacks in the [myth] born in the middle of the hour, around the hour of the ugly, that is, one or two o'clock in the morning.

That's true tonight.

Four figures slowly climbed from the bottomless high cliff to the highest point. One of the people wrapped in a black robe looked at the attics in front of him with resentful eyes, and a cruel smile appeared. He seemed to have thought of the way he was waiting for the other party to take advantage of the other party's unprepared opportunity to revenge their new and old grudges together.

"The tasks assigned to me by the supreme beings are finally going to be completed by me! I will not let down the expectations of the elders, nor will I let down the expectations of His Majesty! Such a guy will definitely be strangled in the cradle by me, and will not grow into the opponent of the supreme beings.

As if he wanted to strengthen his confidence, this guy recited his creed again.

"King of Evils, what did you say?"

Huiyue, who was long black and beautiful in appearance, held two non-gold and non-iron talismans in both hands, and was similar to that of the man wrapped in the black robe, and he could not hear clearly what the man was talking and questioning.

"Huiyue Envoy, what I said has nothing to do with you. As long as you know, everything will follow my orders. If Long Wudi does not appear, everything will be captured first and then ordered the apostate saint to commit suicide according to the pre-plan. Once Long Wudi appears, don't care about the apostate saint, you just need to do your best to kill him! Do you understand?"

"Abide by the laws of the King of Evils!"

The three messengers bowed and whispered to answer the question of the man in black robe.

"Go."

The man in black robe pointed to one of the attics, and the three envoys of Fengyun and Yue quietly started to use their body skills and approached the attics in a scattered manner.

Persian martial arts are completely different from Central Plains martial arts, and there are many strange moves. It is like the body technique of the three envoys of Fengyun and Yue, which is what they learned from the Holy Fire Order in their hands.

The Holy Fire Order was a holy object of the Persian Ming Cult back then. In order to make it more convenient to preach to the Central Plains, it was handed over to the Central Plains Ming Cult and became a holy object of the leader of the Middle Earth Ming Cult. Seeing the Holy Fire Order was like seeing the leader. But decades ago, these six Holy Fire Orders were stolen by the Beggars' Sect in the hands of the Ming Cult. Then, by chance, they returned to the hands of the Persian Ming Cult through the hands of the Persian Hu Shang.

There are some patterns on the engraving of the Holy Fire Order, but only those who are most proficient in the Persian Ming Cult know that these patterns are all martial arts secrets left by a man named "The Old Man in the Mountain".

Huo Shan, the old man in the mountains, was the shadow of the entire Western Regions for decades. Countless high-ranking officials and kings were killed by the assassins under his command, but he sat firmly in the building and almost no one could shake it. In the Holy Fire Order, there were naturally martial arts about assassination.

Fengyun Yue San made his body move very fast, but there was no sound, which almost coincided with the wind on the cliff.

The attic was getting closer and closer, and even the sharp and sensitive wind commander had already heard a slight but steady breathing sound in his ears, and there was a hint of joy on his face.

In this case, their chances of success have almost reached the highest level!

Once Xiao Zhao is robbed by them and threatened by hostages, Long Tian and his friends will fall into the worst situation.

Fortunately, someone had insomnia tonight, and was just practicing the Great Life Art, and he couldn't help but let go of his more keen five senses. After these four people climbed up from the cliff, all their actions and words fell into Long Tian's ears.

So, when Liuyun opened the window on the second floor of the attic and was about to enter Xiao Zhao's boudoir, a fist with a sizeable mouth seemed to have been waiting behind the window for a long time.

"Oh!"
Chapter completed!