Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 340 Epiphany! (seeking subscription)

   After a while, Zhang Jing stopped.

   On Chu Feng's body, some exercises and martial arts of the White Lotus Sect were found.

  The same is true for Xiao Lin.

   Chu Feng has the White Lotus Heart Sutra, a compulsory exercise of the White Lotus Sect.

  However, Zhang Jing did not intend to practice.

  With the Beiming Scripture, there is no shortage of Zhang Jing's exercises.

  The only thing I was interested in was a martial skill found from Xiao Lin.

   "Three Absolute Swords!"

   It’s just that after Zhang Jing flipped through it, he found that it was only part of it.

   What is recorded above basically revolves around one move.

  It's called "Death!"

   "This should be the top sword technique in the Blood Sword Sect," Zhang Jing thought to himself.

  Afterwards, put it directly on the body, ready to figure it out after going out from here.

  In Zhang Jing's eyes, he never cared about righteous or demonic exercises.

   It is a good way to only help those who can help themselves.

  As for the pills they were carrying, Zhang Jing didn't move.

   There is no label on it, and no one knows if it may be poisonous.

  By the time Zhang Jing finished searching, Feng Wanli had already walked over with the bowl of thousand-year-old liquid.

   This stone bowl is not very big, that is, it is about the size of Feng Wanli's palm.

   "Both of you, should we divide this thing up after we go out?" Feng Wanli asked, turning his gaze to the two of them.

   "Yes," Zhang Jing nodded.

  Although the millennium spiritual liquid is precious, Zhang Jing believes that they will not be greedy for ink.

   Moreover, there is still a long way to go, so it is too early to divide.

   "Good," Monk Wangyou said softly.

   "With this spiritual liquid, it won't be so difficult for us to break through the golden core," Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with joy.

  The millennium elixir has long since disappeared in the rivers and lakes,

  Every drop is a very precious treasure.

   Even seeing the spiritual liquid will not be indifferent to the great power of the realm of heaven and man.

  Feng Wanli took out a jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, and used his true energy to put the millennium spiritual liquid in the stone bowl into the porcelain bottle.

  The reason why it was wrapped with real yuan was because it was afraid of spilling the millennium spiritual liquid.

  Every drop of this thing is precious.

  After cleaning up the place, Zhang Jing and the three continued to move forward.

  The knife I got from Xiao Lin has no name.

  However, Zhang Jing knew that this was a treasured sword.

  Deep in the cave, a skinny figure slowly opened his eyes.

   Those are a pair of extremely huge eyes, bigger than a human fist.

   This was awakened by the aftermath of the fight between the previous few people.

   His eyes were full of coldness.

   Zhang Jing and the three walked very slowly, observing the movement around them from time to time.

  The further they went down, the more ruthless the three of them felt.

  The traces of the formations are becoming more and more obvious. The above formations include Taoism, Buddhism, and even magic.

   "Is there something sealed here?" Zhang Jing frowned and expressed his conjecture.

   "The poor monk also has this premonition, the deeper you go down, the deeper you feel," Monk Wangyou also had a dignified expression.

   "You two, look," Feng Wanli suddenly let out a small exclamation.

   Zhang Jing and Zhang Jing followed their gazes, only to see three white bones sitting cross-legged in front of them.

  The three walked forward quickly, and each of the three bones placed something on it.

  A knife, a sword, and a string of beads.

  In addition to these three corpses, there are several small grave mounds beside them.

   It seems to be buried artificially.

  The three of them looked at each other, and decided that Feng Wanli would step forward and take out one of the swords.

  He and Monk Wangyou were vigilant about the movement around them.

  If there are any traps above, they will not be wiped out.

  Feng Wanli stepped forward with his normal expression, and nodded slightly to the bone on the left to show his respect.

   Then, he reached out and grabbed the rusty sword in front of him.

  When he touched the hilt of the sword on the first day of junior high school, Feng Wanli immediately froze in place.

  At this moment, the world in his eyes changed, as if he had entered another world.

  The breeze in this world is getting cooler, and the drizzle falls on the pond not far away.

  The whole world is like this.

   "Brother Feng," Zhang Jing saw Feng Wanli's appearance, and wanted to step forward to pull him.

  See what's going on.

  However, he was held back by Monk Wangyou.

   "Don't touch him, I suspect he has fallen into an epiphany," Monk Wangyou narrowed his eyes and said.

   "Enlightenment?" Zhang Jing frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect Monk Wangyou to say such a sentence.

   Zhang Jing had only seen such things as epiphany in novels or TV dramas in his previous life.

   As for reality, it has never been experienced before.

   I didn't expect to experience it myself now.

  The wind continued to blow and the rain continued.

  Feng Wanli sat cross-legged in consciousness.

   It seems to be feeling something.

   "Boom."

  A broken voice came, Feng Wanli opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed.

  In his consciousness, the entire sky gradually dissipated.

  The rusty sword began to fall off, revealing the cold body of the sword.

  In reality, Feng Wanli's aura is slowly rising.

   "Click it."

   There was a sound that could only be heard in Feng Wanli's ears.

  He broke through and successfully opened the eighth innate orifice, the Tianshu orifice.

   "How about Brother Feng?" Zhang Jing stepped forward and asked.

   "Yes, sword intent," Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with joy.

  The reason why the three major sword masters in the Jianghu are dubbed sword masters is because they have comprehended the sword intent.

   This has nothing to do with cultivation, but with understanding.

   It's like you have broken through the realm of heaven and man, but you haven't comprehended the sword intent.

  Then you still cannot be crowned the title of Juggernaut.

  If you can comprehend sword intent at the Jindan stage, then you can be crowned the title of Sword Master.

   In the past hundred years, only three sword masters have been born in the rivers and lakes.

   As for whether there are hidden ones, Feng Wanli is not too sure.

   This shows the rarity of sword intent.

   "Sword intent?" Zhang Jing became interested.

  Feng Wanli felt the sword intent on this sword.

  Then, can he feel the sword intent on that knife?

  Furthermore, through this epiphany, Feng Wanli also opened up a trick.

  He, too.

  Feng Wanli stood up and picked up the long sword in Bone's hand.

  There are two lines on the body of the sword, "come like wind and rain, go like dust!"

   "I'll call you Weichenjian," Feng Wanli murmured, and then saluted the bones in front of him.

   "Thank you senior for giving me the sword."

  Feng Wanli didn't use swords, moreover, he didn't encounter a sword that moved his heart.

   Now if Zhang Jing said, "Don't you have a sword in your heart, don't you have a sword in your hand?"

   Guaranteed to embarrass Feng Wanli.

   "It seems that these people should all be powerful in the realm of heaven and man," Zhang Jing said softly.

   Logically speaking, it is difficult for the corpse of a powerful person in the realm of heaven and man to decay.

  However, there is no vitality here after all, and it may be for this reason that it turns into bones.

  Not long after Feng Wanli picked up the dust sword, the white bones sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly decayed, and finally turned into ashes.

   "Master, the string of Buddhist beads can be seen at a glance as the great power of Buddhism, so let the master get it," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand and gestured.

   "You go first, Wan Li and I will be alert first, there is something wrong here everywhere," Monk Wangyou put his hands together and said.

   "Okay," Zhang Jing didn't feel shy, after all, there are no outsiders here, and it's the same for anyone who goes up.

   It's just the degree of succession.

   Zhang Jing then walked to the right and nodded slightly.

  Although Zhang Jing is a bit more murderous on weekdays, he is not a person who is not polite.

   Take other people's things, you still have to have the respect you deserve.

  Different from the rusty spots on Feng Wanli's sword before, the one on the right is dark and dark all over.

   It was black, without a scabbard, and it was just placed on Bai Gu's lap naked.

   Zhang Jing calmed down, and slowly reached out to grab the handle of the knife.

   "Boom."

  From the first touch, Zhang Jing felt like he had come to another world.

  A world where both the sky and the earth are blood red.

   This world is all about killing. Zhang Jing watched the killing like an outsider.

   I don’t know how long it has passed, it may be a year, it may be ten years, or it may be just a moment.

   Here Zhang Jing has forgotten the speed of time.

   Standing beside Zhang Jing, Feng Wanli and Monk Wangyou clearly felt something was wrong.

   It seems that even they have been affected a little.

  The entire cave began to be filled with a murderous atmosphere.

  If ordinary people come here, I am afraid they will be scared to death alive.

   "This, is this emanating from Brother Zhang, or is it emanating from that knife?" A trace of horror flashed in Feng Wanli's eyes.

  Such murderous intent definitely killed a lot of people. I am afraid that the lives of people in a city are not so strong.

   "It came from the knife," Monk Wangyou said solemnly.

   There was a hint of struggle in his eyes, should Zhang Jing accept the inheritance of this sword?

   What if Zhang Jing becomes like this in the future, what should I do?

  However, after hesitating for a moment, Monk Wangyou just slightly closed his eyes.

   Out of sight, quiet in mind.

  He believes that Zhang Jing is not a good person to kill.

  Feng Wanli also had a serious look in his eyes, but he squinted his eyes and closed them like Monk Wangyou.

   Zhang Jing walked in the **** world without any ripple in his heart.

   Such a world cannot affect him. Although he is very murderous, he is not a bloodthirsty person.

  Those who only know **** are no longer called humans, but animals.

  Finally, Zhang Jing seemed to feel something slightly, and raised his head to look at the sky.

  I don't know when a figure appeared there, and the figure couldn't see the face clearly.

  Holding a knife in his hand, this knife Zhang Jing recognized, it was the knife in front of Bai Gu.

  The man seemed to be wise, and nodded to Zhang Jing.

  Afterwards, before Zhang Jing responded,

  I saw a light swipe of the knife in his hand, and in an instant. The whole world is broken.

   was divided into two, and Zhang Jing stared at the man closely.

   This kind of martial arts is no longer an ordinary martial art, it seems that it can only be comprehended.

   It is useless to learn only the movements.

   Zhang Jing gently closed his eyes and began to realize.

   "Boom."

   Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes in reality, and he also broke through!

  (end of this chapter)