Early the next morning.

Linghua Mountain Peak.

The morning light begins to rise, and golden color covers the sea of ​​clouds.

Di Jiang held the wine jar and looked at Zhang Rongfang who came across from him again, silently.

"Yesterday, your brother was already here."

"Senior, I have no brothers. It was me yesterday too." Zhang Rongfang cupped his fists and smiled.

"..."

Di Jiang is still normal now, and this time in the morning is the most awake time of the day for him.

But even if he was mentally ill, looking at Zhang Rongfang, who looked calm across the way, as if nothing had happened, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Because of the injury yesterday... everyone has to rest for at least a month or two, right?

But now...?

"Your injury?" He looked at Zhang Rongfang's wound, and there was nothing there.

"That little injury is not a problem. In fact, I wanted to come here last night to ask for advice, but considering that I would disturb my senior's rest, I waited until today." Zhang Rongfang said with a sincere face.

He came here sincerely to beg for abuse.

The battle yesterday completely woke him up.

His martial arts was really bad. So this time, he went back to learn from the experience and began to study to improve his martial arts.

After a long period of hard practice, he has now polished and mastered all three of the internal methods of virtual image talismans.

However, most of the virtual image talismans are about strengthening the content of breaking through the limits, and only a small part explains the Taoist martial arts.

So...since Di Jiang said he has seen through Taoism and taught martial arts, isn't he the best person to practice it on?

Zhang Rongfang's heart was as clear as a mirror.

So early in the morning, he couldn't wait to come again.

Di Jiang looked at the intact injuries on Zhang Rongfang's body.

The injury between the chest and abdomen was caused by his forceful stabbing yesterday.

Looking at the other party's sincere and serious look, he suddenly understood something.

"You are not suitable to learn my love-burning sword technique."

"Burning Sword Technique?" This is the first time Zhang Rongfang has heard of this martial arts name.

"No, senior has misunderstood. Junior just wants to see what are the flaws in the martial arts taught by my Taoist priests." He suddenly realized that the other party had misunderstood, and replied.

"I won't teach you." Di Jiang shook his head. "I have to take care of Jun'er and I have no time to pay attention to you."

"Senior...have you ever met your wife?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked after thinking for a while.

"Of course I've seen it before."

"What is she like?"

"Looks a lot like me." Di Jiang replied confidently.

"..." Zhang Rongfang couldn't talk anymore.

"Others say that we are born to be husband and wife." Di Jiang said again.

"Indeed, senior and senior Jun'er have a very good relationship." Zhang Rongfang complimented.

"Yes, we can both die for each other without hesitation! I love her as much as she loves me..." Di Jiang's eyes were dim, and he was about to fall into confusion again.

"Senior, don't worry, maybe if you stay a little longer, Senior Jun'er will be here!" Seeing this, Zhang Rongfang quickly spoke up to help him stabilize his condition.

"Oh yes! You're right! I'll hold on for a little while longer...keep on for a little longer..." Di Jiang perked up and felt that it made sense.

"Anyway, we have nothing to do. Senior, why don't we have a fight. It's also a way to stretch our muscles." Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.

"You are too weak. If you were replaced by Jin Yuyan, it would be about the same." Di Jiang replied.

"..." The smile on Zhang Rongfang's face froze. As expected of a boss, he always compared himself to his great uncle.

"Actually, the junior didn't perform well yesterday, but it's different today." He insisted.

"Haha..." Di Jiang was too lazy to talk nonsense, stood up, picked up the wine jar with his kick, and threw it far away.

The wine jar filled with wine rested steadily on a white raised stone in the distance. In the open mouth, the wine kept rippling, but not a drop was spilled.

"You have to fight even if you can't beat me. You have quite the temper I had when I was young. Come on."

His right arm slid down, and a snow-white straight knife fell into his hand.

The knife was as clean as new, twenty centimeters long, double-edged, and the handle had fine cracks as if it had been assembled.

Other than that, there is nothing unusual about it, just like any other high-quality fixed knife out there.

From a distance, it looks like a dagger.

"By the way, let me remind you." Di Jiang said.

"My sword is called Qingyuan. It is a magic sword, and its sharpness far exceeds all other weapons. It ranks fifth on the list of magical weapons in the world."

"Magic knife? Why is it called Qingyuan? Senior, does this name have an origin?" Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but recall the injury he suffered from the weapon back then.

That name entrusted him with his wishes for his future.

"Well, because in this world, physical pain is nothing to be afraid of. Only love is the thing that can hurt people the most..."

Di Jiang answered softly and raised the magic knife.

"Let's get started. If I finish you off early, I still have to buy groceries for Jun'er."

Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, and the blood lotus quickly spread out from behind, covering his whole body.

This time, he didn't put on a shirt, but only wore elastic leather shorts. At this time, his body grew rapidly and the shadow he cast almost enveloped the Dijiang River on the opposite side.

call!

A circle of slight airflow spread out around Zhang Rongfang.

His body of more than four meters looked down at the Dijiang River like a little giant.

"Senior, this is the blood lotus form of the three flowers of our Taoist sect! It is condensed with the first essence and blood flower of the immortal way, which can increase the strength of the whole body, please be careful!"

Zhang Rongfang's voice also became rich and thick at this time.

"It doesn't matter, you can't hurt me." Di Jiang replied.

Whoosh!

He displayed the magic knife in his hand and walked closer step by step.

"But, how come I haven't heard of this three-flower gathering of yours?"

"That's because the previous Taoist sect took the wrong path." Zhang Rongfang opened his arms.

"From now on, starting from me, everything will be on the right track."

"hehe..."

Di Jiang chuckled.

Take a step.

laugh!

He disappeared in an instant, made an arc from the right, appeared beside Zhang Rongfang, and cut through him with a knife.

Boom!

The ground suddenly exploded into large pieces of rubble.

Countless rocks exploded in a fan shape like bullets.

Zhang Rongfang didn't care at all, and directly hit the ground with his fists. The punch hit the ground with explosive force, like real explosives.

Poof!

Just when Zhang Rongfang was sensing and observing Dijiang's position.

A white straight knife suddenly penetrated the middle of his chest.

The tip of the knife pierced from behind and penetrated his entire body without any hindrance. Then it flew out and was caught by Di Jiang who flashed through the air.

"I said it before. You are too weak and there is no point in fighting me."

He landed lightly, turned around and walked towards the stone house.

Neither the gravel just now nor Zhang Rongfang's perception could find his location.

"Thank you...for teaching me." Zhang Rongfang half-knelt on the ground and covered the wound with his hand.

His increased physical strength was completely meaningless in front of the opponent's magic sword.

But it doesn't matter....he will come back....
To be continued...