Pirate's Infinite Wings

When the sun rose the next day, Fang Lang arrived at the competition venue early. He saw that the disciples were very punctual and none of them were late. For this, he was very happy.

At this time, Fang Lang smiled and said, "I don't want to say more about the rules, you can continue to compare."

Those disciples nodded their heads, so they proceeded to yesterday's competition, and time passed quickly. When the day was getting dark, Fang Lang waved his hand at them, and he saw that they were almost done.

At this time, the disciples held their fists towards Fang Lang, and after passing the test just now, their victory or defeat was divided. Fang Lang smiled and said, "You performed very well just now, and I am very satisfied."

Those disciples were not arrogant or complacent when they heard this. They clasped their fists toward Fang Lang and said, "These are the credits of the generation head."

Fang Lang waved his hand at them. After that, he thought about how to reward the first four disciples.

After a while, Fang Lang took out a book. It turned out that he was already prepared. He knew that many disciples of Wudang School had longed for Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword for a long time. Therefore, Fang Lang was here. In the evening, he compiled these contents into books, and he planned to give these books to the disciples who ranked in the front.

At this time, the first few disciples were very happy to see these books. They didn't expect Fang Lang to do things so reliably, so they vowed to practice the martial arts inside and not contribute much to Wudang in the future.

Now, this martial arts contest is over. He wants Zhang Sanfeng to know what he did, and he will be happy for him.

That night, when Fang Lang returned to the Tianzun Gate, he saw Murong Qiudi practicing the exercises, so he walked over and said, "I didn’t expect you to work hard, but that’s fine. This soul-shifting Dafa will be practiced at night. To show the effect."

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Yes, I think so too."

Fang Lang continued to ask: "How long have you been practicing now?"

Murong Qiudi said, "It's been several nights."

Fang Lang was stunned when he heard that, and said: "For so long, I come back every night, why didn't I notice you?"

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "You are too tired during this time. When you come back, you will go back to the house and sleep. Of course you won't pay attention."

Fang Lang thought about the same reason. Since he took over the Wudang Sect, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. He felt that his time was very tight, and he felt that his time would never run out.

Murong Qiudi looked at Fang Lang thinking about things, she smiled and said, "Tianzun, you have been in Wudang during this period. I think your martial arts must have reached a new level. I have an idea. I want to discuss it with you. In this way, my martial arts will also grow a lot."

Fang Lang said: "Okay, I am very happy if you have this idea, then what martial arts are you going to use against me?"

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "I want to use thirteen deadly swords."

Her words gave Fang Lang another insight. Afterwards, Fang Lang smiled and said, "Okay, I use the Wudang Sect Tai Chi sword, and you will attack me."

In fact, Murong Qiodi also meant the same. She quickly took out her sword. Then, her sword gave out bursts of golden light, and Fang Lang also danced the Tai Chi sword. It didn't take long before he moved Murong Qiudi's sword. Blocked it back.

At this time, Fang Lang was shocked by Murong Qiudi. He said loudly, "I didn't expect your Death Sword to improve very quickly, I really didn't expect it."

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Of course, I have been learning from you for so long, and I can't always stay there."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Qiu Di, the so-called magic is one foot high and the road is one foot high. Although your thirteen deadly swords are powerful, you still lack something compared with my Tai Chi sword."

After speaking, his long sword swung towards Murong Qiudi's chest. That sword was so fast that Murong Qiudi's arm cut a hole.

At this time, Fang Lang knew that his sword moves were too violent, so he walked quickly to Murong Qiudi and said, "Are you okay?"

Murong Qiudi shook his head slightly, and Fang Lang sighed and said, "I'm all to blame. I shouldn't have exerted such a strong force."

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Okay, don't talk about it, so be it."

Fang Lang put the long sword away, Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Although your Tai Chi sword is powerful, it still has some flaws. In fact, the swordsmanship of martial arts in the world has its own advantages."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Yes, you finally understand this."

At this time, Murong Qiudi yawned and said, "Oh, it's a bit late today. I mainly practiced swords with you and talked so much with you, so my energy is limited."

Fang Lang thought for a while and said, "If you are really tired, I don't think you should go with Xie Xiaofeng. You should do other things during this time."

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "This is not okay. I have agreed with Xie Xiaofeng. After a while, we will have to see the beauty of West Lake."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Okay, then you can do it like this, hey, there is really no way you can do it."

After speaking, Murong Qiudi quickly turned around and she left here.

Right now, Fang Lang returned to the house, his eyelids suddenly couldn't open, so he fell onto the bed.

After a short while, Fang Lang fell asleep. He suddenly dreamed of the scene of martial arts competitions during the day. Although the martial arts of those disciples are very common, for a master like him, he only needs to know a little bit, which is for him. It's all a great improvement.

Early the next morning, Fang Lang went to the Wudang faction as usual. When he had just arrived at the mountain gate, a few Wudang disciples walked towards him. They stopped a long way away, and saw them bow to Fang Lang and said: "Good boss."

Fang Lang was a little embarrassed. He smiled and said, "I'm just your agency head. It's best to add the word agency in front."

But they all shook their heads and said, "Sir, in fact, we are very satisfied with your performance during this period. We think you have done better than when Zhang Zhenren was here. We have not held a competition for a long time. This time, we have been greatly improved. If you are allowed to be the head, I think Wudang will be more promising."

Fang Lang smiled bitterly after hearing it, so he followed them and continued walking inside.

Several months later, Zhang Sanfeng returned from wandering outside. He thought that his disciples would come out to greet him, but what he could not imagine was that those disciples were very cold towards him. He thought, what is going on, is Wudang dispatched? What happened.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhenren felt anxious...