"What grandpa said is nonsense. Can we still swim across it without waiting for the boat to get into trouble?"

The oval-faced girl curled her lips.

The silver-haired old man didn't say anything. A strong young man next to him smiled and said first: "Don't tell me, little junior sister, there were people who actually swam there before. Not only did they swim to Wu Sheng Island, but they were also accepted as apprentices by Penglai Wu Sheng. Later, they became

A famous master figure."

"real or fake?"

"of course it's true."

The young man patted his chest and said with confidence: "This is what I saw in the notes of the past leaders of our Yansuiliu. Can the words of the past leaders be false?"

"The notes were sent to you, so you just read these things, right?"

The silver-haired old man next to him snorted, and the strong young man shrank his neck and immediately shut up.

The oval-faced girl's interest was aroused, and she couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, is what senior brother said true?

Was there really such a person before?"

The silver-haired old man's expression softened a little, and he nodded: "It does exist, and it's even more legendary than what Senior Brother Qi described.

Those who chose to swim to Martial Saint Island, after inheriting the mantle of the last Martial Saint, became recognized as the number one in the ancient martial arts world.

He is still alive today, in Penglai, with the title of ‘God’.”

At this moment, not only the oval-faced girl, but also the strong young man on the side and several disciples who were paying attention to what they were saying opened their eyes wide, with expressions of shock and amazement on their faces.

"Grandpa, do you think that if we imitate the behavior of this 'God' now, can we still have the chance to get the same great opportunities and great fortunes as him?"

The oval-faced girl had a sudden thought after hearing this.

After hearing this, several Yansuiliu disciples nearby were a little excited and eager to give it a try.

The silver-haired old man looked at these young people with great imaginations, shook his head speechlessly and said: "Do you think it is a simple matter to physically travel hundreds of kilometers and find Penglai Wusheng Island in the vast sea?

Penglai God had already become a master before he came to the island. He was a first-rate figure in the world. Otherwise, he would not have been able to achieve such an incredible feat.

If you really want to imitate me, I won’t stop you. If you are swallowed by the waves or eaten by fish and shrimps, don’t blame the master for not warning you.”

After several people heard this, their thoughts that were about to move immediately calmed down.

At this time, the oval-faced girl who had been staring at the sea suddenly pointed to a white five-story luxury yacht that was slowly approaching in the distance, and said with surprise on her face: "Grandpa, the ship is here!"

The silver-haired old man raised his eyelids and said, "Here he comes."

When the disciples of Yansuiliu heard this, their spirits were immediately lifted, and they all hurriedly picked up their luggage and prepared to board the ship.

He couldn't wait and was still discussing with excitement: "Master really spent a lot of money this time. I didn't expect to rent such a big yacht!"

"After all, our Yanzuiliu is also one of the best martial arts sects in the northern fighting world. We must fill up the lineup!"

"Master is mighty!"

There were bursts of excited cheers on the pier.

But when the yacht arrived in front of the group of people, it passed by without stopping.

The expressions and movements of the Yansuiliu disciples were frozen in place as they watched a small, old fishing boat slowly sail over and dock at the pier.

"Let's go."

The silver-haired old man, who had no expression from beginning to end, picked up his suitcase and said calmly: "This is the boat we rented.

Yacht? Everyone wants to eat shit!

snort"

The faces of the group of people suddenly fell down. They were so happy that they could only follow with their heads down.

A luxury yacht is slowly passing by, in a room on the third deck.

Eight figures are attacking one person in the middle.

Some of the eight people have strong fists and kicks, some have sharp claw skills, or some have erratic body movements. Each of them has good attainments in pure martial arts fighting techniques, and is a first-class ancient martial arts master.

Each one is full of strength, releasing a powerful spirit beyond ordinary people, and possessing tyrannical strength.

However, when eight people joined forces, all attacks were blocked by a figure in the middle that was emitting a rich dark golden light.

Not only did he not get any benefits, but he was still at a slight disadvantage.

"Shaking Monument Palm!"

Among the eight people, a snow-white fat man who was more than four meters tall and looked like a mountain of meat suddenly rushed towards the middle figure and slapped him.

The terrifying power wrapped in the big hand like a cattail fan tore through the air, making a series of explosive sounds like cracking silk, dispelling layers of air waves, and the sound was astonishing.

The eyes of the other seven people flashed together. When they found this opportunity, at the same time, they all used their strongest methods.

In an instant, eight powerful attacks came from all directions in almost no particular order.

Like eight huge waves, they all hit the figure in the middle.

"boom!"

The terrifying shock wave that erupted in an instant spread out, shattering all the glass windows around the third-floor room.

Even the luxury yacht jolted violently, and its forward momentum faltered.

However, the next moment, circles of dark golden ripples appeared in the room.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "boom" and all eight figures were blown away.

"Congratulations to the Demon Emperor who is about to achieve great success in martial arts. He is only on the last line before becoming a master!"

Fatty Roshan, who had led the offensive before, was the first to speak, smiling and complimenting the people in the middle.

The others followed suit, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they heard a faint voice from the latter.

"Everyone go out, I want to stay alone for a while."

Everyone's voices suddenly stopped, they agreed, and then left the room one after another.

One of the men, who was as tall as a hill, stood silently at the door of the room, making a watchful gesture.

In the room, Lu Yuan stood quietly.

All around him, the aerosol-like mental energy was churning like milk.

Ever since Long Anshan established himself as the "Demon Emperor" and subdued the other protector-level figures of the Evil Martial Alliance, Lu Yuan has been letting eight people serve as his sparring partners.

Over a period of time, his strength in the field of fighters continued to grow rapidly, and even some wonderful transformations occurred.

At this time, Lu Yuan could feel that his spiritual power was gradually integrating into his body.

During this process, his blood was constantly flowing, his musculoskeletal membranes were constantly vibrating, and his internal organs glowed with greater vitality.

Lu Yuan could clearly feel that all aspects of his physique and strength were growing continuously and slowly.

This is the process of transformation from one life form to another.

Lu Yuan tried to slowly release his spirit, and the surrounding air immediately became slightly distorted.

It was very similar to the Grandmaster's force field he had seen before, but much weaker.

"In a sense, I should be considered a master.

It’s just that the entry speed is a bit slow.”

Lu Yuan thought about it for a while, and this may be related to the fact that his abilities in all aspects are dozens of times higher than those of ordinary true meaning limit warriors.

To enter the master's true meaning is to integrate the spirit and will into the body.

Others are mentally weak and physically weak, and the two blend together, just like two drops of water blending together, it is natural and simple.

But his spirit is strong and his physique is like two hard stones. It will be difficult to rub the two stones together.

"If there is a lot of external stimulation, this process can be accelerated a lot."

This is also the reason why he came to participate in the Penglai Martial Holy Island Martial Arts Conference this time.

There are masters all over Penglai, and there are plenty of external forces he needs.

It also allows him to appreciate the essence of martial arts from various sects, taking the integrated pure martial arts system a step further.

He had already felt this benefit during his sparring sessions with Xu Weiguo and the eight protector-level figures from the Evil Martial Alliance.

His intelligence is now as high as 28 points, and his understanding is close to that of a demon. As long as he fights with someone a few times, he can learn the opponent's moves.

Get rid of the bad and keep the good, and integrate it into your own pure martial arts system.

It has something to do with the fact that it is so difficult for him to be promoted to Grandmaster.

His own learning is quite complex, and his foundation is unusually strong. In the process of trying to make breakthroughs, he is constantly filling in and expanding his martial arts system, and his foundation is getting thicker.

Therefore, the difficulty factor of breakthrough is also continuing to rise.

Of course, once the breakthrough is successful, the rewards will definitely be beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This is what Lu Yuan has been looking forward to.

Lu Yuan thought and took out a thick old notebook from his pocket.
To be continued...