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

Zhang Tian returns to the world of Laughing at the World.

He then devoted himself wholeheartedly to practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.

He experienced a feeling of flying, and the internal energy within his body seemed so fierce, rising with great speed, and moving at an extremely fast pace.

In addition, his health bar regenerates very quickly. As long as he eats and drinks enough, he can focus on maximizing his internal energy without worrying about extracting too much internal energy and damaging his own foundation.

His internal strength improved by leaps and bounds!

The journey only took five or six days.

It actually caused Zhang Tian's internal energy, which he had accumulated over two and a half years of cultivation, to more than double. This was terrifying; the sheer amount of internal energy was enough to rival that of a third-rate expert.

I dare not imagine practicing for several months.

I dare not imagine cultivating myself for several years.

I dare not imagine what it will be like after decades of cultivation.

How powerful can internal energy be!

A flicker of apprehension crossed Zhang Tian's eyes. "Dongfang Bubai... I hope you're not the transvestite version..."

He couldn't imagine how powerful the other party was.

If it's the version featuring a beautiful woman.

He can also persuade the other party by relying on the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual and the endless power of his Kingly Talent.

If it's the transvestite version.

This dish is incredibly delicious.

Let's leave it to Linghu Chong!

Zhang Tian picked up his parents from the Fuwei Escort Agency branch and, without informing anyone, quietly settled them in a safe place. As long as they remained anonymous, they wouldn't attract any trouble.

After all, apart from Mr. Mo Da.

No one knew about him.

In many people's eyes, he was an orphan who had lost both his parents.

Unless there are shady online loan bosses in this world, no one can trace them back to him.

It's like dreaming!

After doing all this.

Zhang Tian then bought some wine and food and went to find Mr. Mo.

The other person liked to sit on the street, playing the zither with one hand, not paying attention to the passersby coming and going, just playing his own zither. Occasionally, he would receive some coins thrown by passersby, but he still didn't care, as he was immersed in his own world.

This seems like a waste of time and energy.

In reality, it's about cultivating a state of mind.

To practice a sword technique quietly and without fanfare.

Just like the hidden sword technique of a master swordsman, it is unpredictable, but once the sword is drawn, it will surely draw blood and kill, so that people will know how powerful this sword technique is.

Judging from the later results.

Fei Bin, one of the Thirteen Protectors who was instantly killed, suffered this injustice and became an unlucky soul who died under the sword. He didn't even know what had happened before he lost his life.

Master Mo's beard fluttered as he lightly plucked the strings a few times. The tone of the zither was different from before, sounding slightly hurried and chaotic, as if he had something on his mind.

He saw Zhang Tian standing in the crowd, looking around, and knew that the matter was settled. So he sang a song and left.

The master and his apprentice walked to a secluded place.

They tacitly reunited.

Looking at Zhang Tian, ​​Mr. Mo felt that the killing intent that Zhang Tian had shown earlier had faded. His aura had become more rounded, and his sharpness had disappeared. Even his eyes had become much gentler.

He nodded repeatedly.

"Has the knot in your heart been untied?"

"The blood feud of that year has been avenged, and the kindness of my parents has been repaid. From now on, I will follow my master and devote myself to cultivation."

Zhang Tian is still very sentimental.

If it weren't for Mo Da's help back then, I'm afraid I would have had a hard time turning my life around, let alone getting involved in martial arts and cultivating advanced internal skills.

Therefore, out of gratitude, he chose to stay in Hengshan to help the other party withstand the pressure and ensure the continuation and development of Hengshan.

"That's good."

Master Mo didn't ask any more questions. After all, it was Zhang's orphan who killed the government officials to avenge his family. What did it have to do with his apprentice?

Don't falsely accuse good people.

He didn't ask any questions, but Zhang Tian talked a lot.

They even became curious.

"Master, I met some busybodies on the road who said you are a top master in the righteous martial arts world, and that there are very few people in the world who can defeat you. Is that true?"

"It's all just empty fame in the martial arts world; it's all flattery and can't be believed."

Mr. Mo shook his head.

After all, the world is vast, and there are countless people with exceptional talents, as well as reclusive masters.

Who can guarantee that among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, there isn't a top-tier master hidden away?

Who can guarantee that it's the Taoist Wudang?

Shaolin Temple, a branch of Buddhism.

Is there no legacy left behind?

Moreover, the martial arts world is not only comprised of righteous sects, but also includes various masters of the demonic path and outlaw heroes, and the imperial court in the distant palace should not be underestimated.

Just take Ren Woxing, the former leader of the Sun Moon Cult.

And the current leader of the sect, Dongfang Bubai.

They've all been so overwhelmed that their generation can't even lift their heads, let alone become masters of the world.

Mr. Mo lowered his head and drank, his face mocking. If he had the strength of Dongfang Bubai, why would he care about the covetous Zuo Lengchan? The other party was clearly a rising star, younger than him, but with even greater talent.

He single-handedly shouldered the burden of the fallen Songshan Mountain.

Furthermore, they improved and supplemented various incomplete secret manuals of the sect, thus creating the glorious name of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan.

They are all top-notch experts capable of standing on their own.

It's like a poor kid from an ordinary family who not only made a lot of money and crossed social classes, but also helped his dozen or so poor brothers who were raised by him achieve financial freedom. How can people not be convinced by this?

The problem is that Zuo Lengchan belongs to someone else.

It's from Mount Song.

It's not from Hengshan.

Talented, resourceful, patient, young, and ambitious...

Mount Heng is in grave danger!

Mo Da's worries deepened, but then he heard his disciple, who was incredibly audacious, asking with a laugh, "I wonder if Master could offer some guidance? I've gained some insights from my recent trip and would like to see the strength of the top masters in the martial world."

Mo Da remained silent.

He only glanced at Zhang Tian.

Then they kept putting food on each other's plates.

The meaning is quite clear: stop drinking and eat more. You're such a poor drinker; you've only had two or three cups and you're already talking nonsense and getting this drunk.

Zhang Tian persisted, "I have learned some skills during this time, and I feel that they are no worse than the Three Night Rain Techniques that Master taught me. So I would like to ask Master to take a look."

Did you learn skills from other schools?

Moreover, it is no weaker than the Night Rain Three Styles.

Mr. Mo frowned slightly, then slowly nodded.

Zhang Tian then unleashed the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, its sword path unpredictable, fast and rapid, its moves as easy as eating and drinking, leaving no opening whatsoever.

The sword light stretched out in a continuous line.

Under the sunlight.

Shining brightly, like the sun descending.

Mr. Mo was immediately shocked, his expression one of disbelief. He had been teaching Zhang Tian for two and a half years, yet the change in his strength was less than the opportunity Zhang Tian had had to go out for a few days.

He's practically a mediocre teacher.

He seems like someone who misleads and corrupts young people.

His expression changed involuntarily.

The zither in his hand played a great melody, and the sword hidden in the zither was drawn out. It quickly clashed with the sword in Zhang Tian's hand, and it took ten moves to defeat the opponent.

Zhang Tian sheathed his sword and bowed.

After all, this is a sparring match between master and disciple, not a life-or-death struggle, so there's no need to resort to underhanded tactics.

He was filled with emotion, "Master is indeed powerful, worthy of being one of the top ten masters of the righteous path!"

Mr. Mo remained silent.

Mo Da: I have been cultivating for fifty years! I have been cultivating for a full fifty years!

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

"Evil-Repelling Sword Technique"

"Excellent swordsmanship! Incredible! Truly incredible!"

It only took a few short days.

Let Zhang Tian undergo a complete transformation.

Mo Da immediately understood that this was an absolutely unparalleled sword technique that could shock the martial arts world. He felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"This sword technique requires castration to practice."

Mr. Mo remained silent.

And he withdrew a compliment.