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To a certain extent, this kind of martial arts world would disrupt the current situation of the martial arts world. It would also conflict with other big sects and have a heart-to-heart talk with Yang Jihua. However, when it came to benefits, although Mu Ren Qing was not interested in this kind of benefit and had handed it to his eldest disciple, he was definitely the best at it. He definitely wouldn't harm the safety of his own sect and stood against the other sects alongside Danxia.

Because of this, the Yang father and son were troubled. The sect was not born to simply change their slogan, and often came under the rule of a group of people who would bring benefits to their children. When the time came, the Hua Shan Sect Leader Zhao Wuyou sent someone to pay respects, indicating that he wanted to become good friends with Qingcheng and marry his son to Wuyang son's granddaughter, Yuan Sirong.

Yang Jihua and Mu Ren Qing had known each other for a long time, and with their friendship, they had come to this point. Their words were sincere, and it was obvious that they were serious.

The day before yesterday, Yang Jihua and his son had spent the whole night thinking about how to win over the other big sects. As long as they had an extra faction to support them, it would be of great help in suppressing the force of the martial world.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Yang Jihua gathered his son, Yang Yu, to discuss the details of the birth of the world. What made Yang Yu helpless was that this group of people knew how to fight, but couldn't understand the complicated situation of the martial arts world.

He was a bit sullen, but when he saw everyone's calm expressions, he made up his mind. He said, "If everyone is calm, then let's not talk about this for now. Let us act first."

However, Yang Yu continued: "This time, the 'three factions together' is going to formally compete. I wonder what the odds are for the elders to win? "I'm confident!"

At this moment, on the pavilion on the road to the Immortal Dweller Yan Courtyard, there was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance. He wore a white and blue robe, and was elegantly dressed with a crown like a rainbow; he was a very modest gentleman. Before long, the most important competition in the Danxia Sect would begin. As the members of the Danxia Sect were discussing amongst themselves, the two were making their own plans.

"Father, is the son of the Sect Leader handsome?" The young voice came from the girl beside him. She was playing with her own sword, and her manner was slightly dry, unlike her earlier appearance of elegance. She lifted her feet and placed them on the side of the table.

He could do nothing about his precious daughter's character, because Zhao Rou's character was inherited from him. It was just that Zhao Qi would not show it in front of others, especially when he was just one step away from being Wu Dang's head. Especially when he wanted to be married off to someone else.

Therefore, Zhao Qizheng had to remind his daughter a little, "How many times have I told you? The Rosy Pill Sect is divided into three branches. Each branch can only be called Sect Leader but not Sect Leader. And when you go and meet with the Dao Faction's sect head later, put on a more upright posture. Do you hear me? " He took a look at his face and said, "I know, I know." Zhao Qi could only shake his head at his daughter's emotionless expression.

Zhao Rou actually had quite a decent figure. She had the same tall and slender figure as her father, and her appearance was also extremely delicate and pretty. She was a gentle person, or else she wouldn't have attracted the admiration of all the male disciples in Mount Wudang. However, her actions were too frivolous and left a bad impression on the martial artists.

In the martial arts world, those whose martial arts were not as good as Zhao Rou's were not even mentioned. Even those stronger than Zhao Rou, upon knowing that he was the daughter of one of the most influential people in the Martial Arts Sect who had to be courteous to him, would give face to Wu Dang and let her off some steam. So, ever since Zhao Rou entered the world of cultivation, everything went smoothly. That only made her frivolous nature even more serious. Her reputation within the young generation was not good, and she seemed to have a scandal with countless men.

As for the fact that the son of the Sect Leader is not handsome, I'm not too sure about your father. However, regardless of his looks, don't be rude to me. Zhao Qizheng became more serious.

Zhao Rou continued to play with her sword as she replied lazily, "I know, I know, isn't it because of this secret manual? Actually, I'm not talking about you, Daddy. If this Rosy Dawn really did have a powerful secret manual called the 'Nine Yin true scripture', then the Danxia Sect wouldn't even be in the martial arts world. Do you still need to wait for so many years for us to retrieve it? " Zhao Rou intentionally dragged out the word 'take' with a disdainful expression.

Zhao Qi smiled and said to Zhao Rou, "My good daughter! You're still too young. Think about it, that manual attracted the various sects hundreds of years ago to fight for it. Who knows how many lives were taken before this Danxia Sect managed to get its hands on it? It was also because of that secret technique that the Divine Condor hero 'Yang Zhao' was born. As for that secret technique, now that it was spread to this day, none of the people in the Danxia Sect would be able to learn it, otherwise they wouldn't have come to this wilderness and become a turtle, claiming to be from some hidden sect. If not, it would not be called a peerless divine art. I think that if there is really someone who is able to learn this, then there would definitely not be more than five people with talent in this world, such as the Blood Emperor, who are among them. However, there will not be any people from the Danxia Faction, who do not have that kind of ability.

When Zhao Rou heard her father talk about Blood Emperor, she suddenly became spirited, and casually threw her sword to the side, then sat up on the bench in the pavilion and asked: "Father, since no one else can break it other than those few people, then if we get the secret technique, do we really have to hand it over to Blood Emperor?" As she spoke, she glanced at her father. Zhao Rou had a look of disbelief on her face as she didn't believe that her father would be so unselfish.

Zhao Qizheng laughed, "With your father's intellect, as long as you get this manual, you will not be able to learn it. Don't think about such useless things anymore, the most important thing is to leave a good impression on the Sect Leader. In the next few days, you have to restrain yourself.

"Your daughter understands. Your daughter will definitely work hard and not disappoint her father." Zhao Rou stood and bowed towards Zhao Wuyou. Her fingers congealed, and her steps curved inward. What a good show everyone was. In a short moment, she started to laugh again and again. Then, she raised her head and said to her father, "How is your daughter like?"

Zhao Qizheng said, "Very well, as long as you don't cause any trouble these days, you can set up a marriage with this man surnamed Yang. After that, I promise I will not let you stay in Danxia for too long. After obtaining this secret manual, no matter what happens to my daughter, dad won't bother about you anymore, haha. "

Zhao Rou answered, "Father's words …"

Zhao Qizheng laughed, "Faster, a whip!"

The father and daughter smiled at each other, then walked up the mountain again, at ease. They weren't afraid that the Rosy Dawn was going to be born into the world, and they needed Wu Dang's help. If they sent in an ally, the Dao of the Rosy Dawn would surely stick up for them.

He felt pity for Wu Dang's powerful figure. He thought that the hidden sects were second or third rate sects in the martial world, and thought that since the great hero had gone into seclusion, his descendants had all been unworthy, yet no one had managed to cultivate this mysterious technique. Perhaps some of the big sects in the martial world felt the same way.

At this moment, Zhu Ci was in a dangerous situation.

When Zhu Ci returned to his room from the back mountain, he recalled the profound and unfathomable words of the Nine Yang Divine Technique from the library room. He felt that he was completely unable to understand them! Although he had a biochemical body and his brain had developed this technique before, he was still unable to comprehend the Nine Yang Divine Technique in a short period of time. Although he had a biochemical body and his brain had developed this technique before, he was still unable to comprehend the Nine Yang Divine Technique in a short period of time. Although his patience was good, a person's ability to understand was far from something that could make up for it.

Zhu Ci was quite dissatisfied with the improvement of his martial arts as soon as he thought that the Three Meridians were about to begin. He thought to himself: if it was any other talent, cultivating this Nine Yang Divine Technique, in the same amount of time, he would definitely surpass me. If I don't mutate, if I don't rely on the uniqueness of my central dantian, with just the depth of my inner strength, I will never be able to defeat that old monster. At this moment, the Nine Yang Divine Technique in his dantian was progressing at a slow pace, and he was beginning to resent the fact that his innate talent was not high.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ci immediately started to cultivate, completely ignoring the fact that his body and his current state of mind could easily cause him to go berserk. Right now, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was' practice and practice '. This was because he had always relied on his strong willpower to walk down this path. What he believed in was the word' hard work '.

However, in such a state of mind, not to mention improving his inner force, even going berserk would be considered light. This Zhu Ci, however, was ignorant and had a biochemical body, so he grit his teeth and pushed his inner force forward. He distorted the Nine Yang Scripture, looked through the medical books in the Scripture Pavilion, and made a note of them once he had a successful method to operate it, allowing him to come up with a method to study the Nine Yang Divine Art.

In fact, this idiotic training method was something only he could use. Not even one incense stick of time had passed since the beginning of the training, and the true energy that had been absorbing and walking had already rushed through his various meridians countless times. It was unknown just how many times his face had twisted and distorted, and it was rare to see beads of sweat rolling down his pea-sized face. His entire body was involuntarily shivering, showing just how difficult this Nine Yang Divine Technique's scripture was and how complex the circulation of his inner strength was.