"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Laughing at the world.

Zhang Tian closed his eyes and experienced the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand technique that he had secretly learned from Ye Ling'er in the Joy of Life world. The other party had actually fused its essence with the Thirteen Styles of Hundred Transformations and Thousand Illusions Cloud and Mist sword moves, forcibly raising its level by a whole level.

He couldn't help but marvel.

After all, this is just a slight variation that I learned by stealing. If I were to truly grasp the essence of the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand, I can't even imagine how powerful it would be!

No wonder Si Gu Jian was able to storm into the palace with just his sword, cutting through countless ninth-rank Tiger Guards with ease. It wasn't the quantity of his true energy that mattered; the true value lay in his Si Gu Sword Technique.

Even if I am seriously injured in the future.

He fell from the level of a Grandmaster.

He can still easily kill peak ninth-rank cultivators!

"The situation at Joy of Life is urgent, and we can't delay any longer. We need to find a reason to go down the mountain again."

Zhang Tian opened his eyes. In the past few days, under Mo Da's leadership, he had been continuously taking over the Hengshan team and the forces below the mountain. These were the foundations that Hengshan had accumulated over hundreds of years.

Whether the leaders of those forces submit or not.

It's much better than starting from scratch.

Without a legitimate reason, Mo Dake would not let him leave Hengshan. After all, it is not easy for those people to come to Hengshan, and it is the time to seize the opportunity to win people's hearts.

Just as Zhang Tian was pondering a suitable reason to escape, he heard a disciple quietly knocking on the door. "Young Master, the Master wants to see you."

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Tian was somewhat surprised.

After all, since returning to Hengshan, Mo Da has been busy. First, he searched for the account books from when Lu Lianrong was in charge, then he took stock of the business, and met with dozens of managers of various businesses in Hengshan. He was both concerned and giving them a warning, because people's hearts are unpredictable.

How come I suddenly have free time?

Zhang Tian went to the main hall.

Mo Da summoned him for a private matter: "The second brother has ulterior motives. He's been contacting people outside to pull some tricks, trying to lure you out of seclusion."

His face was cold, clearly indicating he had received inside information. He even accurately pointed out the methods behind Lu Lianrong's actions: "Tian Boguang, the Lone Ranger... He's quite ruthless when dealing with his own people, but why don't he show the same ruthlessness when dealing with Songshan and the Demonic Sect?!"

Lord Mo is a sentimental man, but he is not a fool. He didn't pursue the matter because he thought of the decades-long bond between his fellow disciples.

But this time, he was completely enraged.

It should be noted that although Tian Boguang's martial arts skills were not high, his lightness skills were excellent. He often ran away when he couldn't win a fight. Although his own disciple's swordsmanship was good, he ultimately suffered from the disadvantage of not having trained for long and lacking internal strength.

Once you're targeted, you can't catch up with them, and you can't escape them. In the end, there's probably only one outcome: death!

This is his only apprentice.

This is his only successor.

Mo Da had already made a decision: "You don't need to worry about this. I will personally have the third brother handle this matter cleanly."

The third son is naturally Liu Zhengfeng.

The opponent has been practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique for some time now. Liu Zhengfeng's swordsmanship and internal strength were already quite good. Just like Yue Buqun who later castrated himself, once he cut off his own flesh, he could quickly take shape and gain super combat power.

Liu Zhengfeng hadn't seen blood since practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, nor had he ever truly fought against a master. This was a perfect opportunity for him to clean up the mess at Hengshan.

Zhang Tian's eyes lit up. He understood what Mo Da meant: he was telling him not to leave Hengshan to avoid falling into Lu Lianrong's trap. But he felt that this was a good reason to go out, so he immediately volunteered, "Disciple plans to go down the mountain."

"After Uncle Liu kills the traitor, he should quickly go down the mountain and meet me there."

"If we encounter Tian Boguang, we can take his head directly!"

He explained the benefits of doing so.

Firstly, it could rid the people of a scourge. After all, Tian Boguang was not a thief who stole things, but a heinous lecher. Even in the future, it would be difficult for anyone to accept such a thing, let alone in such a traditional ancient time, where countless women died of grief and indignation after being humiliated.

Secondly, it was to create a perfect alibi for Liu Zhengfeng and himself. Since they were far from Hengshan, no one would suspect that they were the murderers who killed Lu Lianrong.

Thirdly, by killing Tian Boguang, they could promote the prestige of Hengshan, deter petty villains, and make Zuo Lengchan wary of them.

of course.

This was just an excuse Zhang Tian used to get away with it.

Mo Da heard this and immediately felt that it was quite good. After all, Lu Lianrong could only die at the hands of outsiders of the Demonic Sect, not at the hands of their own people. Otherwise, it would be a scandal for Hengshan. The cleaner Liu Zhengfeng and Zhang Tian were, the better.

But he hesitated for a moment, fearing that Zhang Tian might encounter Tian Boguang hiding in the shadows after he went down the mountain, and if he were killed beforehand, then everything he and Liu Zhengfeng had done would have been in vain.

The vast legacy has no one to inherit it.

It's all in vain!

Zhang Tian chuckled, raised his sword, and gestured to Mo Da, "Master, please."

This made Mo Da chuckle. He felt that his disciple had lost his mind and really thought that the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique was invincible. After practicing it for a few more days, he thought he could deal with him, a top expert in the martial arts world.

He immediately had the idea of ​​straightening the crooked branches.

The zither was held in his hand.

The sound of the zither arose.

The sword emerges spontaneously from within the zither.

Amidst the desolate sound of the zither, the Three Styles of Night Rain suddenly appeared out of nowhere, a first-rate martial arts technique, incredibly fast, leaving people terrified and unable to react.

Zhang Tian, ​​however, remained calm and smiling. Without even drawing his sword, he simply reached out, displaying an air of overestimating his own abilities and attempting to shake a tree like an ant trying to move a tree.

Mr. Mo was puzzled and angry.

"Arrogant!"

"when!"

Accompanied by the clang of metal.

Zhang Tian's fingers were bound by internal force, becoming as hard as steel and iron, blocking the opponent's sword strike. Then, with a flick of his palm, clouds and mist surged like mountains, like a ghostly hand, and swept away.

This startled Mr. Mo greatly, as he had never seen such a palm technique before, yet it seemed strangely familiar. He hurriedly withdrew his sword to defend, but it was already too late.

Zhang Tian clung to him like a leech, relentlessly pursuing him. His palms circled around, forcefully controlling Mr. Mo and his sword within half an inch of space, preventing him from using his swordsmanship at all.

Mo Da reacted extremely quickly.

I instantly wanted to slap him.

To intimidate others with one's powerful inner strength.

But all that could be seen was a sky full of clouds and a relentless, surging wind, like a raging storm.

Zhang Tian patted his chest and left.

Master Mo drew his zither to defend himself, but saw countless palm shadows flying everywhere, unable to discern which was real. Cold sweat poured down his back. When he looked again, the palm had already landed on the top of his head, the energy surging. It was as if life and death were just a thought away.

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The zither in my hand.

The sword in my hand.

He fell to the ground silently.

He remained speechless for a long time, utterly shocked. "You... what kind of move is that?"

Even though Master Mo suffered from carelessness and negligence, failing to take precautions in advance and not maintaining a sufficient distance to allow Zhang Tian to get close, thus preventing him from using his swordsmanship and unleashing his full power.

But fairness is never seen in the battles of the martial world.

Life and death are separated by a single thought.

The junior in his eyes has become a top-notch master in the martial arts world!

It has grown into a towering tree!

Zhang Tian withdrew his palm and smiled, "This palm technique is called Cloud and Mist Scattering Hand."

Mr. Mo felt the name sounded familiar, and recalling the other person's familiar starting stance, he was immediately shocked and utterly incredulous. "Could it be...could it be?!"

The opponent unexpectedly transformed the sword into a palm.

He surpassed that senior from Hengshan.

They forged their own path!

Zhang Tian is only a teenager this year...

"Hahaha!"

Master Mo laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face. "My disciple Zhang Tian has the bearing of the great master Zhang Sanfeng! The bearing of a true master!"