Chapter 431: Exceptional Plan

After hearing He Kuang's question, Wang Zhifan, who was in a bad mood and knew that the catastrophe was coming, answered unhappily:

"This is my place, of course I have to come here."

After hearing this, He Kuang's already surprised expression paused for half a second, and then he said with enlightenment:

"My benefactor, are you saying... you work in this Wu Zun Hall?"

He didn't understand what Wang Zhifan said even after he said this, and subconsciously thought that Wang Zhifan was a staff member in Wu Zun Hall.

"Just think of it like this..."

Wang Zhifan was too lazy to explain after hearing this. He repeated the question he had just asked He Kuang:

"What are you going to do here?"

"Nothing..."

He Kuang seemed to be a little bit evasive on this question. He shook his head and replied after a little thought:

"I heard that a respected master of the Confucian school had conferred the title of Wu Zun on a super-innate warrior. I also heard that the Wu Zun Temple had recently opened a temple in Tianyuan City to recruit disciples, so I came to take a look..."

"Do you want to join the Wu Zun Temple?"

Wang Zhifan knew his purpose at this point, so he pointed it out directly.

"No!"

However, He Kuang immediately refuted.

"My benefactor, I have long passed the age of becoming a disciple! And I have a family martial arts, so I don't need to become a disciple!"

This young man in his twenties who has already cultivated to the innate realm continued to emphasize that he would not have such an unrealistic idea.

"Then you came all the way here just to take a look at the Wu Zun Temple? You don't want to challenge Wu Zun, do you?" Seeing that this man didn't admit it, Wang Zhifan had a somewhat absurd inference in his mind. He suspected that this very brave Xiantian realm warrior was here to challenge. After all, this man had left him with the impression that he was very daring to challenge. He had fought with the Buddhist Longshan Venerable in front of everyone. Although he was almost beaten to death, it also showed that he was not lacking in courage. However, when Wang Zhifan said this, it was He Kuang in front of him who was speechless. He Kuang couldn't help but rolled his eyes and replied to him: "My benefactor, I'm not the second idiot at the entrance of the village! I'm only in the third level of Xiantian! What's the difference between challenging the super Xiantian and seeking death? I just want to try my luck here and see if there is a chance to get the guidance of Wu Zun..." At this time, Wang Zhifan finally knew why this person stood outside the Wu Zun Temple for so long. It turned out that he wanted to wait and see, and wanted to get some personal opportunities. "I see... Then follow me in."

After hearing what he said, Wang Zhifan stopped talking nonsense and turned to walk towards the steps leading to the main entrance of Wu Zun Hall, asking him to follow.

He Kuang couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, thinking that he was lucky today and met an acquaintance from Wu Zun Hall.

But he hesitated as soon as he took a step, and said to Wang Zhifan who was already walking in front of him:

"My benefactor, I have asked the guards! Wu Zun has not come back yet! How about I go in later?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and follow me!"

Wang Zhifan in front immediately turned his head and shouted unhappily, suppressing the young man's chaotic thoughts with his momentum.

About half a cup of tea later, in the main hall of Wu Zun Hall.

"Master! Please accept my disciple's greeting!"

He Kuang, who had called Wang Zhifan "benefactor" not long ago, now called Wang Zhifan "master" and knelt on the ground to pay his respects to him. Where was the arrogance and domineering attitude he had when he challenged the Buddhist master?

"You kid... don't you think it's too late for you to understand?"

Wang Zhifan saw this guy kneeling and paying his respects to him, but shook his head helplessly, thinking that this guy was really a typical blind man, and only now suddenly realized that he was Wu Zun.

"Master, please calm down! I was blinded by a leaf and didn't see the mountain! I am willing to be punished!"

He Kuang, who didn't stand up, immediately lowered his head and replied, his tone was quite sincere.

"Okay, okay, get up! I didn't plan to take in any more disciples, but we are destined to be together, and one more person won't make a difference. I will make an exception and take you in as my disciple."

Wang Zhifan made this decision without much hesitation, and the young man who knelt before him got what he wanted.

"Thank you, Master! I will serve you wholeheartedly in the future!"

He Kuang, a Xiantian martial artist known as the Supreme Saint of Spear Dao, stood up excitedly after hearing this.

He knew that he had made the right bet. The mysterious man who had saved his life turned out to be the rumored Martial Master. He naturally had to fight for such a great opportunity.

"Don't be too happy too soon, kid."

Seeing He Kuang's overjoyed look, Wang Zhifan immediately poured some cold water on him.

"Although I have made an exception and accepted you as my disciple, you are already quite old and have your own martial arts skills. Moreover, I am not good at the spear skills you practice. I can't help you much in the future. Don't think that the road ahead will be smooth sailing."

"Thank you for your enlightenment, Master! I will definitely remember it in my heart!"

After listening to this, He Kuang's expression did not change. I don't know if he listened to Wang Zhifan's words or just ignored them.

"Forget it... Since you have become my disciple, start a new practice from today! Follow me!"

Wang Zhifan did not continue to waste words on this young man. He knew that when a person reaches a certain age, many things are difficult to change, so he was ready to take practical actions and not care about other things.

Soon, He Kuang, with curiosity and excitement on his face, followed Wang Zhifan through the hall and entered the portal leading to the underground palace below the main hall of Wu Zun Hall.

"The inconspicuous black tower placed here is the treasure used by my disciples for cultivation. You will understand everything when you enter through the bronze door later...

Remember, the enemies inside are fake but real, so don't underestimate them...

You only have one chance to use it every day, so cherish it. It will be of great benefit to your cultivation breakthrough..."

Wang Zhifan led He Kuang to the pitch-black tower in the underground palace and explained to him the core benefit of this Wu Zun Hall disciple.

Although He Kuang didn't quite understand what he heard, he still followed him honestly. After Wang Zhifan asked him to wait for a while, he followed the instructions and stepped into the bronze door of the black tower.

Outside the tower, Wang Zhifan, who saw He Kuang walk into it and disappear, felt inexplicably touched for a while.

"I originally planned to recruit 200 disciples, but now it seems that he should be the last disciple I accept in this dungeon...

The catastrophe will come in a month, and there is not much point in me accepting more disciples. I just accept this person because I feel that the fate is too heavy...

I hope that all of them can make progress in this month, and then survive the unprecedented catastrophe as much as possible."

The inexplicable feelings in Wang Zhifan's heart were all influenced by the shocking news he received from Qing Yangzi not long ago.

He had already predicted that many civilians in this world would die at the hands of demons, and the monks would also suffer heavy casualties.

I am afraid that after the arrival of the demon army, many super-innates will fall, and he himself will also bear great risks, so he lost most of his attention to the disciples he was originally interested in, and was only prepared to fulfill some basic responsibilities.

"My main goal for the next month is to improve my strength. The best way to improve my strength is to practice the exercises...

With the additional bonus of the Panlong Jade Pendant, I should have the hope to practice both the Pure Yang True Art and the Wuji Golden Body Art to Lv3 within a month...

Although these improvements will not bring about a real qualitative change in my strength, being stronger will definitely be more conducive to surviving the disaster..."

Thinking in his heart, Wang Zhifan, who had arranged the affairs of the new disciples, returned to the hall to continue his meditation practice.

He is still practicing the Pure Yang True Art at present, and his goal is to improve it to a higher level to Lv3 as soon as possible, so that he can initially practice the Pure Yang Tyrant Body.

The Pure Yang True Art has a considerable improvement effect on him now. If possible, he is willing to work harder in this regard and directly practice the Pure Yang Tyrant Body to perfection.

But time waits for no one. The powerful cultivation bonus of the Panlong Jade Pendant will also decrease continuously as the level of the technique is improved. Therefore, he cannot expect to cultivate the Pure Yang True Art to a high level within a month. He can only turn to the Wuji Jinshen Art, which he has not yet started.

As for the medicinal bath materials needed for the Wuji Jinshen Art, he had asked someone to inquire about it earlier yesterday. There are many alternative prescriptions in this world. Judging from the detailed inheritance information he obtained, it is enough to support him to cultivate it to Lv3. This is why he provided the Wuji Jinshen Art practice option to his disciples earlier today.

When Wang Zhifan began the tedious meditation practice, many of his disciples were also practicing in the underground palace black tower.

For example, the tall and strong boy who looked like a bronze man and the thin Huang Feihe were in the Fenglei Treading Heaven Art teaching space with many disciples, following the teaching clone to repeatedly learn how to visualize the meaning of wind and thunder.

Liu Luoying, a girl in brocade clothes who already has Taoist cultivation, is learning the meditation and human body circulation of this skill in the teaching space of Chunyang Zhengong, laying a good foundation for the entry into the sun tomorrow.

Similarly, some disciples are also studying in the teaching space of Dameng Daojing and Wuji Jinshen Gong, and everyone is struggling to practice the skills of their choice.

It is worth mentioning that all the teaching clones arranged by Wang Zhifan in these teaching spaces will only teach the very small part of the knowledge that the disciples need, that is, they are currently only teaching the basic content of each skill for the teenagers.

As for the subsequent content, they cannot know it in advance, after all, the teaching clone itself does not carry relevant information.

On the one hand, this arrangement is to make the teenagers clear about the direction, so that they will not be too ambitious at the beginning of their practice, and on the other hand, it is also a confidentiality project done by Wang Zhifan.

He is indeed willing to teach his disciples the unique skills he has mastered, but he will never give them all the content at once. Only disciples who have thoroughly understood the previous content and laid a good foundation are qualified to access the information of the next small stage.

If someone has a guilty conscience and wants to get all the complicated and detailed information about the inheritance of various martial arts in his mind, then it can only be said that the other party is overthinking. They only know the superficial aspects of various martial arts and cannot even understand them in depth.

Unlike all the teenagers who are trying hard to learn the basics of martial arts, He Kuang, the disciple Wang Zhifan just accepted, is treated completely differently.

He was not arranged by Wang Zhifan to study in any martial arts teaching space at present, but was directly assigned his favorite challenge content, and he was facing an opponent that he was absolutely impressed with.

He Kuang, who was curious, just stepped into the bronze door of the black tower. Before he could figure out what this extremely important place in the mouth of his newly recognized master was, he felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed from a dark area to a bare and barren plain.

The cold wind swept across the ground, and a figure suddenly appeared in the wind, standing a hundred meters in front of him, causing his pupils to shrink slightly, his aura to rise, and he burst out with uncontrollable fighting spirit.

It was a tall and dignified middle-aged monk, wearing a yellow and red cassock, with a string of Buddhist beads the size of a child's fist hanging around his neck. His eyes stared at him without sadness or joy, and his body exuded a calm and steady aura.

"Venerable Longshan?! Why are you here?!"

He Kuang suppressed the urge to rush forward with a gun, and asked the person in front of him in an unbelievable tone.

He couldn't understand why the Buddhist master who had defeated him appeared in this place.

But the other party didn't seem to hear his question, and didn't respond to his question. He still stood as steady as a mountain, with a breath flowing around him, surrounded by a faint golden Buddha light.

This strange scene immediately made He Kuang react, and remembered Wang Zhifan's instructions before sending him in.

"Master said that the enemy here is fake but real... Could it be that this person..."

While closely watching the "Venerable Longshan" in front of him, he recalled the breath in his memory to make a judgment, but the pressure given to him by the existence in front of him was almost exactly the same as in his memory, which made him have many doubts.

A few seconds later, the "Venerable Longshan" in front saw that he had not taken any action, so he took the lead in taking action.

The tall and majestic middle-aged monk put his hands together, and the golden Buddha light behind him was as big as a summer lotus. He took a half step with his right foot and suddenly stepped up, and then suddenly soared into the sky and reached a height of hundreds of meters.

A huge golden phantom of the image of a Buddhist Vajra appeared in the air, wrapping around this Buddhist master. The Vajra phantom, as big as a hill, then turned upside down and fell from the sky at high speed, smashing into the ground where He Kuang was with an irresistible momentum.

"Hahaha... You are not him! But you look like him! You want to fight! Then let's fight!"

When He Kuang saw this scene, he immediately realized that the "Longshan Venerable" in front of him was not the one he thought, and the other party would not attack him so recklessly.

But what if it is not the real one? This Longshan Venerable is exactly the same as the one in his memory in terms of appearance and momentum, and even the skills he displayed are the same classic Buddhist methods as the original one.

This means that this opponent is very close to the real Longshan Venerable. He Kuang, who was defeated by him before, chose to take revenge with the spear in his hand.