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

The phrase "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is easy to say, but how easy is it to actually do? Throughout history, only a handful of people have been able to achieve it.

Just like when someone said they weren't interested in money, but in the end, they worked day and night, still striving for their own company.

Zhang Tian did not refuse Liu Zhengfeng's request, after all, he had a sudden inspiration today, and Liu Zhengfeng deserved some credit for it.

Otherwise, even with the combined comprehension of four people, he probably wouldn't have been able to unleash such a torrent of inspiration today and grasp the true essence of Ye Liuyun's Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand.

Just as Zhang Sanfeng created Tai Chi, Yang Guo's Ecstasy Palm can be described as an unintentional creation. Once missed, it is difficult to obtain again.

"The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?"

"What a beautiful name! What a beautiful name!"

Seeing Zhang Tian nod, Liu Zhengfeng was overjoyed and quickly explained the complete "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" melody to Zhang Tian word by word, hoping that the other party would incorporate it into his moves in the future. With a single palm strike, the legend between him and Qu Yang could be passed down through the ages.

After he finished teaching the score...

They agreed to meet again at West Lake.

Then he changed into a black suit and had some silver needles in his hands.

This is what Qu Yang told him.

The Eastern Cult Leader loved using this weapon, killing people silently and invisibly, making it impossible for ordinary people to resist.

Previously, Liu Zhengfeng had wondered why the world's number one expert would use needles as weapons, and he had also wondered why the Blackwood Cliff had not come down for decades to dominate the martial arts world.

Later, after practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique.

Everything has an answer.

Because one is clear-headed and without desire.

After leaving Mount Song, he will take his friend Qu Yang and retire to the mountains. The so-called worldly affairs, the so-called sects, the so-called Jianghu conflicts, the so-called court and the people.

None of them can compare to my hearty laugh amidst the vast ocean!

Zhang Tian watched Liu Zhengfeng leave, already certain that Lu Lianrong and his men were doomed. After all, Liu Zhengfeng was a first-rate fighter and was already superior to his opponents.

Now, Bixie's cultivation has greatly improved, and he is not much weaker than Zuo Lengchan.

It may even become stronger in the future.

They are now launching sneak attacks.

How could it not succeed?

"I should go too!"

Zhang Tian was still thinking about the trouble his other self in the Joy of Life world had encountered, so he rushed to West Lake overnight. It wasn't far from Hengshan, only a few thousand miles away. If he were driving a gasoline car, he could arrive by dawn.

He used his lightness skill to speed away.

Running through the trees.

The benefits of the Boots of Swiftness were perfectly demonstrated at this moment.

He was practically a god of wind.

Fast and urgent.

Everything around me flashed by.

Excluding the time spent resting and recovering his internal energy along the way, Zhang Tian traversed thousands of miles and crossed mountains and valleys to reach West Lake and the place where Ren Woxing was imprisoned on the afternoon of the second day.

When Ren Woxing had mastered his divine skills, he chose to attack Mount Hua, intending to destroy the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sects in one fell swoop. However, due to the conflict of his own Star Absorbing Internal Force, he had to retreat in the end.

When the other side withdrew, they took away many good things from Mount Hua, including the Sunflower Manual, which sparked the sword qi dispute, but it was already incomplete at that time.

He saw the cultivation conditions listed above and immediately discarded them, throwing them at Dongfang Bubai as trash—a domineering act of humiliation.

Unexpectedly, the Sunflower Manual was indeed a divine skill, and Dongfang Bubai was also a ruthless person. After castrating himself, his divine skill greatly improved, and he defeated Dongfang Bubai in one fell swoop.

The humiliated Dongfang Bubai did not choose to kill Ren Woxing, but instead imprisoned him at the bottom of West Lake, so that he would never see the light of day again, in order to repay the humiliation he had suffered.

That's how it started.

As for what happened later?

Dongfang Bubai went off to do embroidery, and probably forgot about Ren Woxing long ago.

Those who imprisoned Ren Woxing were former experts of the Demonic Sect, namely Huang Zhonggong and the other three. They were all skilled in their own right, and now, after so many years, they have finally made it out of the mire.

A powerful figure like Huang Zhonggong possessed strength comparable to the leaders of the Five Sacred Mountains.

The weakest are those that are top-tier but at the bottom.

They each have their own strengths.

With the guidance of Hengshan disciples living nearby, Zhang Tian quickly found the other party's residence, a quiet and secluded place with few people, a truly excellent place of tranquility and wealth.

The owner of the house was Ding Jian, a renowned swordsman in the martial arts world, while Huang Zhonggong and others lived in seclusion behind the scenes, unknown to anyone, not to mention Ren Woxing, who was imprisoned at the bottom of the dungeon.

Even the most loyal subordinate of the other side, Tianwang Laozi Xiang Wentian, had to inquire for many years before he finally tracked down this place.

This shows how secluded the place of imprisonment was.

Having the strength he possessed, Zhang Tian didn't resort to any underhanded tactics; instead, he openly and honestly knocked on the manor's door.

It was already late by then.

But an uninvited guest arrived outside.

This truly surprised everyone in the manor.

Someone opened the door.

The man was burly with sharp eyes. Seeing that Zhang Tian was just a mere teenager, he glanced around and, finding no one nearby, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then shouted, "Go away! This isn't a place for you to beg!"

Zhang Tian didn't bother arguing with the dead, but simply smiled slightly, "Are you Ding Jian, the One-Word Lightning Sword who single-handedly defeated four tyrants and subdued two heroes with a single sword strike in the Qilian Mountains back then?"

He was afraid that the disciples of Hengshan had come to the wrong place.

He killed the wrong person.

The result is not.

When Ding Jian heard someone mention his glorious achievements from back then, he couldn't hide his pride. "That was exactly what I did back then. Could it be that you've come to ask me to be your apprentice?"

"I was just passing through this place. I heard that your sword is very fast, so I came to see for myself. But I feel that it's all talk and no action."

"Arrogant!"

Ding Jian's face turned red, and he drew his sword to take Zhang Tian's life. However, before he could even draw his sword, he saw a swan fly by and instantly slit Zhang Tian's throat in his astonished and incredulous gaze.

The body hadn't even reacted yet.

He was already too weak to kneel down.

He lost his life.

"This is a celestial being descending from the heavens, a single-word lightning sword? It's really nothing special."

Zhang Tian had no intention of keeping the other party alive. After all, this was the territory of the Demonic Sect. Secondly, what he wanted to seize was Ren Woxing's Star Absorbing Skill, which he would eventually use to absorb the internal energy of others and become a Grandmaster himself.

If you are soft-hearted today, you will surely bring disaster upon yourself in the future.

"How dare you!"

"If you want to practice calligraphy, then practice calligraphy; if you want to practice martial arts, then practice martial arts. But you insist on mixing calligraphy and martial arts together, and the key is that you don't have good comprehension. The result is a mess... a complete blob."

"A mad thief!"

"Oh? You're joining in the fun too? Your chess skills aren't even good enough to win a championship, yet you're more arrogant than one of the nine-time champions I know?"

The back of the manor.

Huang Zhonggong, who was playing the zither, heard the fighting and rushed over, only to be met with a scene that shocked him: his two sworn brothers, both top-notch martial arts masters, were being toyed with by a young boy who looked quite young.

Their figures were like ghosts, elusive and unpredictable, like a cat playing with a mouse. Even though the two brothers used all their skills, splashing ink and scattering chess pieces everywhere, setting up a chessboard, they could not trap their opponent in the slightest.

Instead, it was the other party wielding a long sword.

It's like teasing someone.

The sword drew blood.

But they deliberately injured without killing.

What an amazing skill!

What incredible lightness skill and agility!

Huang Zhonggong's voice trembled. "Who are you?"

"Feng Yuxiu of Henan!!"