With a thought, he summoned the Yuan Yijian and suspended it steadily in front of him.
Zong Shou once again began to recall the secret books that recorded the emperor's martial arts that he had read in his previous life.
The four-movement fist style that was suspected to be created by Zong Weiran was actually incomplete and not too powerful. The last time it was just because it was in the same lineage as Wudinglinghuangjue, so it could be used immediately. Only then did he temporarily change this set of boxing techniques to sword techniques.
In fact, there are many flaws. The reason why Xue Moyan and Wuye are not at their peak level. Even if he saw the flaw, he couldn't take advantage of it, so he killed him by crushing him.
As for Zongzheng, it was because he was unexpected. If a fight breaks out again, this person will see through his true and false intentions, and at least he will be able to escape intact.
Even if he uses royal martial arts and can completely defeat Zong Zheng in terms of strength, the same is true.
"This is it, Di Feng Yi", paragraphs of words flowed in Yue Yu's mind. The selected Imperial Dao Kung Fu contains only two short words: Emperor Feng!
There are not many royal secret martial arts in the Cloud Realm. There are more than a dozen dynasties in the Central Continent, plus the five continents and twelve islands. There are only a hundred kingdoms that are qualified to use royal martial arts. The ones that have been completely preserved are even smaller in number.
But coupled with the ones that spread from other realms, it’s a huge amount.
The book Zong Shou chose was not very powerful, and its cultivation speed was average.
The only advantage is that it is neutral and peaceful, and has minimal impact on the true energy and soul.
After making the decision, Zong Shou did not hesitate and used the power of the piano sound to enter the mysterious and mysterious state again.
The thoughts in his mind were running at nearly ten times the usual speed. And the Yuan Yijian in front of him was also changing little by little.
Use the sword to replace your body and practice the imperial martial arts. Many aspects of this skill need to be reconsidered.
However, Zong Shou does not seek perfection at this moment, with no hidden dangers or flaws. As long as it is within this number, it will be effective.
The entire set of "Imperial Wind" is divided into thirteen levels. It should be the royal martial arts of a large empire in other realms. Only the first to ninth levels can correspond to the ninth level below the immortal way.
Zong Shou himself has a foundation in the Yuan Yi Sword, which is equivalent to the realm of night travel. The first and second floors were completed almost instantly.
It wasn't until the fourth and fifth floors that some obstacles appeared. An hour later, it was still completed.
At this moment, there seemed to be a word condensed on the sword body. Looking carefully, there is a vague word "王".
As soon as this word came together, there was a huge pressure that enveloped the martial arts training room and spread hundreds of feet in radius.
It was uncontrollable at first, like a tyrannosaurus running around, crushing it everywhere. Crush the stone floor into pieces. Even the beams were shattered into pieces, and countless dust fell from the roof.
When they reached the sixth floor, Zong Shou decisively stopped.
This imperial martial arts is different from ordinary martial arts. The practice does not depend on the qualifications, but depends on the national power.
If the practitioner can master the power of martial arts, the country will be strong and the country will be at its peak. Then within two to three months, it would be possible to reach the peak of the thirteenth level.
A teenage boy who succeeds to the throne can become an emperor qualified to kill peak martial arts cultivators in a blink of an eye. In some big countries, a three- to five-year-old baby, after inheriting the throne, can also master astonishing power under the influence of blood without the need to practice at all.
And with the kingly energy gathered in Qiantian Mountain City, Zong Shou is confident that he can directly reach the seventh level within a month. Even if he has a few months, it is not an extravagant hope to break into the eighth level! In other words, he would be able to compete with the seventh-level Sun-Wandering Spiritual Master Heavenly Martial Sect in another month.
Of course, he can only show his power in the three-thirds of an acre of land in Qiantian Mountain City. The power of a country and the aura of kingship are strongest only in the capital, or in some places with dense spiritual veins within the territory. The further away from the capital, the thinner it becomes.
Therefore, the capital city of a country is a selected place for dragon veins to gather. The emperor never leaves the capital lightly and never leaves the country. Once you leave, no matter how great your ability is, it will be limited and reduced, or even trapped in the shallows.
By completing the seventh level of "Imperial Wind", Zong Shou will be confident that he can avoid this disaster. But there is no rush now, all he needs to do is finish it before the Heavenly Martial Master or even the powerful Martial Master comes to cause trouble for him.
The top priority now is to build a solid dam to stop the erosion of this royal aura.
With his eyebrows furrowed, Zong Shou meditated for a moment and began to construct runes again within the blade of Na Yuan Yijian.
The first one is Ting, hoping to rely on the power of thunder to block it. The second one is the incomplete "Jing" that has just been printed on several true spiritual jars.
Zong Shou felt an unusually strong force and crushed it instantly. It is the power of the country and the aura of the king! Ordinary true talismans are simply not qualified to bind them!
"It seems that a few political orders yesterday caused the royal energy in the sword to boil. It has not increased, but it has become more condensed. Is this considered to be a cocoon of self-restraint? It's annoying, this wise king really doesn't deserve to be one."
Opening his eyes with a frown on his face, Zong Shou looked around and saw outside the window that it was already late at night. Then there was another "Hey," and he looked at the sword in front of him, and his image had changed drastically.
But the royal aura inside suddenly began to shrink and hibernate, and became silent. The pressure gathered in this hall by his Yuan Yijian suddenly began to dissipate, which made Zong Shou extremely surprised.
Another name for kingly Qi is Dragon Qi. The dragon is majestic and proud, representing the emperor. To make him restrain his minions and be willing to respect him, either the country's power is in great decline, or a strong man recognized by heaven and earth comes, at least one who is far above Lingwu Zun or even the Immortal Dao. And it seems that he has no evil intentions towards Qiantian Mountain City, and he makes no secret of it.
A strong man of that level can crush the dragon energy that was just formed in Qiantian Mountain City with just one thought.
After thinking carefully for a moment, Zong Shou's expression became strange. "Could it be that my future backer has finally arrived? Did Cangshengdao and Jianzong finally decide the winner? Damn it, couldn't you have come a moment earlier? I'm accustomed to this imperial style, but It’s hard to regret it”
For a moment, I wanted to beat my chest. The fifth level of "Emperor Wind" had infected Yuan Yijian. If I want to remove it in the future, the price I have to pay will be ten times as high as before!
The sound of the piano continued, but Zong Shou had no intention of taking advantage. Despondently, he pushed the door open, only to see that Xuan Yunlan was still oblivious to both things and me. There were only two jade hands, but they were stained with blood.
A beautiful woman playing the piano is a very beautiful and eye-catching scenery. Then at this moment, the tips of Xuan Yunlan's fingers were covered with scars, and the bones inside were generally visible. It seems that not only is it not beautiful, but it is a bit scary.
Zong Shou curled his lips and used spiritual techniques to gather spiritual energy, making a ball of cold water and pouring it on Xuan Yunlan's head.
The latter really woke up and glared at Zong Shou. Next to the latter, I saw several big characters condensing out: "Enough is enough! Enough is enough, too much is not enough!"
Xuan Yunlan was unwilling to give up, but after one day of playing the piano, the soul power in her body nearly doubled. Maybe tomorrow, my cultivation level will be able to break through to the peak of Huanyang. At this moment, he was slightly shocked. After thinking deeply, I felt that the breath in my body was indeed a little floating. With admiration in his eyes, he stood up and bowed deeply to Zong Shou.
"Yunlan thanks you so much for your help! I can't thank you enough for your guidance today. If you didn't wake me up in time, Yunlan would have almost gone astray."
Zong Shou blinked. It was difficult to say that he splashed water on Xuan Yunlan to wake her up out of jealousy.
At that moment, he waved his hands in a pretentious manner, smiled dumbly, and was about to step out of the door. There was a warning sign in my heart, but at this moment, it suddenly rose.
Then the next moment, a "boom" was heard.
The martial arts training room suddenly collapsed. Zong Shou couldn't dodge at all. First, he was hit hard by the bricks and tiles, and then the sky was filled with smoke and dust.
When the dust everywhere cleared away, Zong Shou's body was all gray and yellow. Only two eyes were left on the face, looking at the sky speechlessly.
God, I wonder if it could make him more unlucky
Xuan Yunlan in the distance was dumbfounded when she saw it, thinking that with Zong Shou's strength, she should have been able to easily avoid it.
Chuxue, on the other hand, woke up with sleepy eyes, took a drowsy look, and yawned indifferently: "This time, the whole house collapsed? Young Master, you used that luck again." Character?"
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At midnight, a young man dressed in a blue Confucian shirt walked into the Qiantian Mountain City.
Although the city gate was closed, it was unable to block the figure of the young man in scholar's shirt. He directly regarded it as an object and stepped onto the fifty-foot-high city in one step.
As soon as they arrived on the city wall, they saw Zhao Yanran waiting aside with a solemn expression.
Seeing this young man coming, he immediately bowed and said, "Yanran pays homage to you!"
If it is Zong Shou at this moment, or Lei Dong is here. She must have been shocked. Zhao Yanran, who had always shown her frivolous attitude to others, seemed to be a lady from a wealthy family. His speech and behavior were all gentle and polite.
The young man in Confucian shirt smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted her up: "Are you Zhao Yanran? I know the personality of you Seven Spirit Sect disciples. Be more casual and don't need to be restrained!"
Although there were teams of soldiers patrolling here, they were completely unable to notice the two people talking.
Then the young man looked at the entire Qiantian Mountain City, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so quiet! Is there a curfew in this Qiantian Mountain City?"
Zhao Yanran immediately nodded: "Two days after Zong Shou took the throne, the curfew started. There were also a few other decrees, such as dispersing all the brothels in the city and sealing them up. But Zhao Yanran didn't understand state affairs, nor did he know what was good or bad. .”
After hearing this, the young man in Confucian shirt shook his head slightly, and he didn't care about it. In his mind, curfews do more harm than good. Zong Shoucai took the throne not long ago, there may be other reasons.
"But the dragon energy here seems to be a sign of high spirits. Haha, I guess it scared it!"
He took another step down and reached the street. I saw that these two sides were quite neat. The style of the architecture is not like that of a barbaric land, but is similar to that of Middle-earth.
Just as he was about to go directly to the top of the mountain, the eyes of the young man in scholar's shirt were suddenly attracted by a line of words that he could see from the corner of his eye.
Looking closely, he saw a notice board with several animal skins filled with words nailed to it. (To be continued)