The Legend of Condor Heroes: The Three Immortals of the Martial World - Volume Two (Master Sanfeng)

(1) A sacred mountain, full of spiritual energy and shrouded in mist all year round, was now filled with several silver rainbows that streaked through the clouds like shooting stars, making the mountain even more ethereal. Suddenly, several silver rainbows plummeted down, heading straight for the chest of a Taoist priest standing on the mountain ridge. Their speed was beyond description. The Taoist priest remained calm and composed, seemingly unafraid of the fierce onslaught of the silver rainbows. He even stood tall to meet the incoming rainbows. Strangely, several silver rainbows pierced the priest's chest, yet he appeared unharmed. It turned out that these silver rainbows were the result of the priest's sword-controlling technique, specifically one of his most powerful skills, the "Heart Sword Technique." This explained why the priest was unscathed. This Taoist priest possessed an air of otherworldly refinement, though he was middle-aged, his spirit extraordinary. His eyes revealed his arrogance and self-confidence. The priest, known as "Sanfeng," had lived in this mountain since he began practicing Taoism. His obsessive love of martial arts made him believe himself invincible. If he hadn't promised his deceased master, Sanfeng would already be the number one martial artist in the world. The reason he unleashed his Heart Sword today was because his master's time was up. To vent his frustration, he released the full power of his sword energy, dispersing his resentment. Just as the Taoist Sanfeng was about to emerge into the martial world, he heard the cacophony of birds. Intrigued, he used his "Aerial Crossing" lightness skill to fly towards the source of the noise. A dozen or so raptors soared through the sky, relentlessly attacking a large eagle. However, the eagle seemed to offer no resistance, silently enduring the relentless assault. Given its size, dealing with these raptors would have been effortless, yet for some reason, the eagle clumsily endured their attacks. The Taoist Sanfeng, who had arrived not far from the scene, was very curious about the giant eagle's behavior. With a flick of his Taoist robe, he easily resolved the giant eagle's crisis. Several birds of prey, seeing that someone had taken action, also wisely flew away, leaving only the giant eagle behind to tend to its injuries. Sanfeng Daoist quickly arrived at the giant eagle's side. Upon seeing Sanfeng, the eagle lowered its head, as if thanking him for saving its life. Sanfeng was delighted and exclaimed, "What a spiritually gifted eagle! With your abilities, you could easily drive away any raptors attacking you, yet you withstood such an assault. Do you perhaps wish to cultivate the Dao and escape the path of beasts?" As soon as Sanfeng finished speaking, the giant eagle seemed to understand him, nodding vigorously. Sanfeng was even more delighted and said, "What a venerable eagle with aspirations! Today was originally the day I entered the mortal world, but we met by chance. It is fate. If you wish to cultivate the Dao, I will stay a few more years and guide you into it." "I will help you escape the path of animals. But you must also know that with your current cultivation level, to escape the path of animals, you must go through many tribulations and trials. These are very difficult to convert. Are you mentally prepared?" Upon hearing that Sanfeng was willing to guide it into the Dao, the eagle happily flapped its two large wings and nodded vigorously at Sanfeng. Sanfeng then asked the eagle to return with him to his cultivation place, thus beginning the eagle's path of cultivation... Time flies, and twenty years have passed in an instant. A man and an eagle walked out of the cave entrance made of mountain cave. The eagle was even more full of spiritual energy, and Daoist Sanfeng was still as handsome as ever, as if he had not changed due to the passage of time. At this moment, Daoist Sanfeng spoke earnestly to the giant eagle: "Eagle, all good things must come to an end. Twenty years have passed since I introduced you to the Dao, and your cultivation is already close to that of a half-immortal. However, the path to immortality is not so easy. As the saying goes, 'The master leads you through the door, but the cultivation is up to you.' I have already passed on the method of entering the Dao to you; the rest is up to your destiny. Our shared destiny has been fulfilled, and we must part ways to avoid hindering your cultivation. But you need not worry, for I have already calculated for you. In the years to come, besides the tribulations you are destined to endure, you will also meet a new master, and this new master will also be..." The person who will help you become an immortal, I hope you can get along well with him. I hope to see you get it soon, so that my efforts to cultivate you will not have been in vain. Go, silly bird, take good care of yourself. I will be waiting for you there. After Sanfeng finished speaking, he gently sent the general into the sky with both hands. The eagle also looked back at Sanfeng from time to time and chirped softly. The scene of parting made the Taoist who was about to become an immortal shed tears of reluctance. (2) At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the world was still in chaos, and the lives of the people were even more miserable. In particular, the corrupt officials who were retained by the previous dynasty made the people suffer. The founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, was originally from a bandit background, which emboldened the underworld and plunged the martial arts world into chaos. Seeing this disorder, the righteous sects focused solely on self-preservation, neglecting their own interests and refusing to contribute to the martial arts community. The Taoist Sanfeng, entering the martial arts world, realized he couldn't single-handedly reverse the situation. Therefore, he decided to use martial arts to make friends and awaken the righteous to contribute to the martial arts community. Sword Fortress, as its name suggests, is a fortress housing countless treasures of the world. Its master, Ximen Jian, is a highly skilled swordsman, renowned for his "Sinking Wave Sword Technique," and a peculiar individual obsessed with swords and martial arts. Today, a Taoist priest carrying a heavy, bladeless sword arrived at the gates of Sword Fortress for a visit. After the gatekeeper's disciple inquired about his purpose, he immediately went inside to seek permission. Within moments, the Taoist was invited into the fortress. Upon entering, the Taoist immediately recognized the fortress's architecture and knew its owner was no ordinary person. As he was looking around, he heard a deep, resonant laugh approaching from afar. The speaker was none other than the fortress's owner, Ximen Jian. Why was Ximen Jian so cheerful? He was overjoyed to learn from his disciples that someone had come to challenge him to a duel. Ximen Jian was a martial arts enthusiast, and ever since he challenged various sects to a duel using the Chenlang Sword Technique ten years prior, no one had dared to challenge him. This martial arts fanatic had become so isolated that no one wanted to be his opponent, leading him to arrogantly proclaim himself invincible. Therefore, knowing that someone had come to challenge him was more exciting than receiving a million taels of gold. When Ximen Jian arrived at the arena, Sanfeng politely greeted him. Ximen Jian immediately recognized that this Taoist priest would be a worthy opponent and warmly chatted with him, as if they were old friends. The two, unwittingly, began their duel. The two exchanged words, leaving the disciples standing around the arena completely bewildered. Little did they know that this literary contest was far more dangerous than the martial arts contest. Besides demonstrating their skills, they were also subtly testing their internal strength. The sight of them, swords drawn and drenched in sweat, revealed the immense effort they were putting in. Time passed slowly, but Ximen Jian and Sanfeng remained motionless, like statues frozen in place. From sunrise to sunset, from night to day, they fought for three days and three nights, leaving Ximen Jian's disciples utterly astonished. Suddenly, Ximen Jian let out a muffled groan, staggering back three steps before regaining his balance. Sanfeng, on the other hand, merely shrugged and calmly looked at Ximen Jian. "Ha, ha, ha, I haven't felt this good in a long time! Thank you for your mercy, Daoist Master. If you hadn't stopped in time, I, Ximen Jian, would be crippled by now. However, I haven't had enough of the literary test yet. Why don't you stay at this fortress and I'll host a welcome feast for you? Three days later, we'll have a martial arts test. What do you think?" Ximen Jian, having met his match, was unwilling to let this Daoist with extraordinary skills leave so easily. He instructed his disciples to take Sanfeng to the VIP room to rest, while he himself returned to his room as if he had found a treasure. As Ximen Jian walked towards his most beloved concubine's room, he felt no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, he felt refreshed and invigorated, as if his entire body were brimming with energy. Of course, Ximen Jian also knew that this was a gift from Sanfeng. During their duel, Sanfeng had indirectly refined the impure internal energy within him, allowing his cultivation to rise to a higher level without him even realizing it. This also made Ximen Jian think of his beloved concubine, who was only sixteen years old, and he wanted to regain his former vigor from her. Gently pushing open the door, Simon wanted to surprise his beloved concubine, Xiao Jing. However, the scene before him left him speechless. He saw Xiao Jing lying half-naked on the bed, one hand kneading her snow-white breasts, the other holding a two-inch-wide dildo, thrusting it back and forth between her legs. She was moaning softly, her alluring demeanor captivating, her phoenix eyes half-closed, panting heavily. This sight caused Simon's half-broken member to come alive again, bulging like a lion in the wind, creating a small tent in his trousers. Simon quietly approached Xiao Jing's bedside, his clothes somehow removed. He climbed onto the bed, one hand kneading Xiao Jing's other breast, the other grasping her hand that was positioned at her genitals, and guiding it into her throbbing, tender opening. This sudden action startled Xiao Jing. Upon opening her eyes and recognizing Simon, she blushed.Her face flushed, she teased Simon Jian as he secretly tried to scare her, and her charming expression made Simon Jian's penis throb violently, striking Xiao Jing's snow-white, jade-like body. When Xiao Jing saw Simon Jian's angry, hot penis, her surprised expression made Simon Jian unable to resist pulling out the dildo still inside Xiao Jing's vagina, flipping over and pressing himself against her. His penis was aimed at Xiao Jing's wet vagina, thrusting straight in and out, making Xiao Jing so happy that she talked nonsense and cried out incessantly. Seeing Xiao Jing's enthusiastic response and eagerness to please, Ximen Jian's heroic spirit soared. He thrust wildly and forcefully, penetrating deep into Xiao Jing's core with each stroke, causing her to blush and pant heavily. Ximen Jian, who hadn't felt such virility in a long time, not only vigorously fucked his beloved concubine Xiao Jing but also felt grateful for the favor bestowed upon him by Sanfeng. He was also so excited to have finally regained his masculine prowess that Xiao Jing cried out that she couldn't take it anymore. “Ah…ah…oh…oh…God…uh…uh…ooh…ooh…oh…it feels so good…Master…fuck…fuck faster…yes…fuck harder…oh…oh……oh…” “Master…your big cock…feels so good…so pleasurable…oh oh…God…when did you become so strong…ah…ah…ah…ah…uh…uh…uh…uh…uh…so…so good…you…you’re making…me…feel so good…uh…uh…uh…uh…yes…yes…yes…that’s…that…I…I…ah…ah…ah…” "Ah..." "Mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...you...make...me feel so good...so happy...Master...mmm...mmm...it's really good...yes...faster...continue...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh..." Seeing Xiao Jing's lewd appearance, Simon asked her if she felt very good while he was fucking her. Xiao Jing closed her eyes and did not answer. Instead, she hugged Simon's body tightly and wrapped her legs tightly around Simon's waist. Seeing that he had finally aroused her so deeply, Simon felt an unprecedented sense of superiority. He then fucked Xiao Jing even more vigorously. Xiao Jing ultimately couldn't withstand Simon's onslaught, and after experiencing more than three orgasms, she completely passed out. Simon, with a soft moan, ejaculated all his semen and, exhausted, collapsed onto Xiao Jing, falling asleep contentedly. (3) The three-day deadline arrived quickly. When Sanfeng saw Ximen Jian arrive at the arena looking radiant, he smiled knowingly. Ximen Jian then knelt on one knee before Sanfeng, gratefully saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Daoist Master, allowing my cultivation to reach a higher level. I am truly grateful." Sanfeng fully accepted Ximen Jian's kneeling gesture and reached out to help him up. He said to him, "Lord Ximen, there's no need for such formalities. I simply didn't want to see you unable to improve your cultivation due to impure internal energy. It was just a small favor, so please don't take it to heart. Don't we still have a martial arts competition today? If we continue to be so polite, then there won't be any competition left." After Sanfeng finished speaking, the two smiled at each other and then assumed their fighting stances. The sword Ximen Jian held at this moment was forged from millennia-old cold iron. It was twelve inches long and two inches wide, a top-grade sword capable of cutting through iron like mud. The sword was named "Changhong" (Long Rainbow). Ximen Jian's fingers formed a sword gesture, and a faint sword aura could be seen emanating from the tip of the sword. Seeing that Ximen Jian had already prepared his sword, Sanfeng also took down the heavy, long, bladeless sword from his back, waiting for Ximen Jian's attack. With a soft shout, Ximen Jian unleashed the initiation move of the Chenlang Sword Technique, "Waves Rise Without Wind," conjuring a powerful net of swords that enveloped Sanfeng Daoren, engulfing him entirely. Seeing the approaching sword shadows, Sanfeng Daoren calmly swung his heavy sword. Sword shadows and figures clashed repeatedly in the arena, the clanging of weapons echoing throughout the entire arena. The sword energy emanating from both fighters affected everything in the arena, leaving nothing unscathed. The disciples who had initially stood in the arena hastily retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire. After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ximen Jian was finally defeated by a single sword strike. He was filled with admiration and longing for Sanfeng's unique skills, and so he humbly asked Sanfeng Daoist why his swordsmanship was so superb. "Lord Ximen," Sanfeng said, "the sword is said to be light and agile. Although the sword is the longest of all weapons, it is still made of iron, which still hinders its speed. If you could transform the tangible into the intangible, your swordsmanship would be even more refined." Sanfeng explained the essence of swordsmanship to Ximen Jian, who, overjoyed, inquired about how to transform the tangible into the intangible. Sanfeng generously imparted all his knowledge to Ximen Jian. Thanks to Sanfeng's guidance, Ximen Jian later became the leader of the righteous path, annihilating the underworld. From then on, Sanfeng traveled to all the major sects in the martial arts world. Whether it was saber, sword, fist, or palm, Sanfeng made friends with each sect through martial arts. Because of the sects he met and their guidance, their martial arts improved significantly. Encouraged by Sanfeng, the various sects finally cooperated and worked together to contribute to the martial arts world. The righteous sects of the martial arts world, grateful for Sanfeng's kindness, honored him as the "Martial Saint" Daoist Sanfeng. Daoist Sanfeng finally united the righteous people to fight against tyranny, and he also completed his research on martial arts. One day, while Sanfeng was resting and drinking tea in a teahouse, a disheveled young man, dressed in tattered clothes and carrying an iron sword with a cloth-wrapped hilt and a blade covered in rust, approached Sanfeng and challenged him to a sword duel. Sanfeng, seeing the young man's unsightly appearance, recognized his exceptional martial arts talent and agreed to the duel, wanting to test the young man's abilities. The winner of the sword duel was naturally Sanfeng, but Sanfeng was even more impressed with the young man's abilities. Especially after learning that the young man's swordsmanship was self-taught and that he had defeated dozens of skilled swordsmen, he developed a keen interest in him and decided to nurture him into a master swordsman. Under Sanfeng's guidance, the young man began his journey to becoming a top-tier swordsman. Sanfeng even gifted the young man his own heavy sword, and this young man became the future legendary swordsman "Dugu Qiubai" (Dugu Seeking Invincibility). The heavy sword given by Sanfeng later fell into the hands of Yang Guo, and the Divine Condor also later encountered Yang Guo, as if it were all preordained. Later, when the Yin-Yang Demon plagued the martial arts world, Daoist Sanfeng, together with the Divine Nun of the South Sea and Master Tianjie, defeated the demon and was hailed as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial Arts World. The chapter on "Daoist Sanfeng" is now complete. Please look forward to the third volume of the Three Immortals of the Martial Arts World, "Divine Nun of the South Sea"."...Oh...ah...ah...ah...yo...ah...ah...ah...yo..." Seeing Xiao Jing's wanton state, Simon asked her if she was feeling very good while he was fucking her. Xiao Jing closed her eyes and didn't answer, but instead hugged Simon's body tightly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Seeing that he had finally aroused her so much, Simon felt an unprecedented sense of superiority, so he fucked Xiao Jing even more vigorously. Xiao Jing finally couldn't resist Simon's strong offensive, and she also had three orgasms. After that, he completely fainted. At this moment, Ximen Jian also let out a low murmur, released all his essence, and fell asleep contentedly on Xiao Jing's body. (3) The three-day deadline soon arrived. When Sanfeng saw Ximen Jian arrive at the competition venue in high spirits, he smiled knowingly. Ximen Jian walked up to Sanfeng, knelt down on one knee, and said to him gratefully, "Thank you for your help, Daoist Master, which has allowed my cultivation to reach a higher level. I am sincerely grateful." After fully accepting Ximen Jian's kneeling bow, Daoist Sanfeng reached out and helped him up, saying, "Lord Ximen, there's no need for such formality. I only wished to see you unable to improve your cultivation due to impure internal energy. It was merely a small favor, so please don't take it to heart. Don't we have a martial arts competition today? If we continue to be so polite, there won't be any competition left." "After Sanfeng finished speaking, the two smiled at each other and assumed their fighting stances. Ximen Jian held a sword forged from millennia-old cold iron, twelve inches long and two inches wide, a top-grade sword capable of cutting through iron like mud, named 'Changhong' (Long Rainbow). Ximen Jian formed a sword gesture, and a faint aura of sword energy could be seen emanating from the tip. Seeing Ximen Jian had already assumed his stance..." He also took down the heavy, long, bladeless sword from his back, awaiting Ximen Jian's attack. Ximen Jian let out a soft shout, and the opening stance of his Shenlang Sword Technique, "Waves Rise Without Wind," unleashed a powerful net of swords that enveloped Sanfeng Daoren, engulfing him completely. Seeing the approaching sword shadows, Sanfeng Daoren calmly swung his heavy sword. Sword shadows and figures flashed continuously across the arena. The clash of weapons, the clanging of their weapons, echoed throughout the arena. The sword energy emanating from both fighters affected everything in the arena, leaving nothing unscathed. The disciples who had initially stood in the arena hastily withdrew to avoid being caught in the crossfire. After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ximen Jian finally succumbed, losing by a single strike. He was filled with admiration and longing for Sanfeng's unparalleled skills, so he humbly asked Sanfeng Daoist why his swordsmanship was so superb. "Lord Ximen, the saying goes that the sword moves lightly and gracefully. The sword is the longest of all weapons. Although it is light and long, it is still made of iron. Therefore, the speed of the sword is still hindered. If you can transform the tangible into the intangible, Lord Ximen, your swordsmanship may become even more refined." "Sanfeng explained the profound mysteries of swordsmanship to Ximen Jian, who treasured it greatly and inquired about questions such as how swordsmanship could transcend the tangible to the intangible. Sanfeng generously imparted all his knowledge to Ximen Jian. Thanks to Sanfeng's guidance, Ximen Jian later became the leader of the righteous path, annihilating the underworld. From then on, Sanfeng traveled to various martial arts sects, engaging in martial arts duels with swords, fists, and palms. He made friends with each sect through these exchanges, and through his guidance, the martial arts of each sect improved significantly." Encouraged by Daoist Sanfeng, the various factions finally cooperated, contributing their efforts to the martial arts world. The righteous sects, grateful for Sanfeng's benevolence, bestowed upon him the title of "Martial Saint," Daoist Sanfeng. Daoist Sanfeng had finally united the righteous to resist tyranny, and he had also completed his research into martial arts. One day, while Sanfeng was resting and drinking tea in a teahouse, a disheveled, ragged young man, carrying an iron sword with a cloth-wrapped hilt and a blade covered in rust, approached Sanfeng and challenged him to a sword duel. Sanfeng, upon seeing the newcomer… Despite his disheveled appearance, he was an exceptionally talented martial arts prodigy. Sanfeng agreed to a duel with him, wanting to test his abilities. The winner of the duel was naturally Sanfeng Daoren, but Sanfeng was even more impressed with the young man's skill, especially after learning that his swordsmanship was self-taught and that he had defeated dozens of skilled swordsmen. He was filled with admiration and decided to nurture him into a master swordsman. Thus, under Sanfeng's guidance, the young man began his journey to becoming a top-tier swordsman. The man even gifted the young man his heavy sword, which would later become the legendary swordsman "Dugu Qiubai." This heavy sword, given by Sanfeng, later fell into the hands of Yang Guo, and the Divine Condor also later encountered Yang Guo, as if it were all preordained. Later, when the Yin-Yang Demon wreaked havoc on the martial world, Sanfeng, along with the South Sea Divine Nun and the Heavenly Tribulation Master, joined forces to defeat the demon, and was subsequently hailed as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial World. The chapter on "Master Sanfeng" is now complete; please look forward to the third volume of the Three Immortals of the Martial World series, "The South Sea Divine Nun.""...Oh...ah...ah...ah...yo...ah...ah...ah...yo..." Seeing Xiao Jing's wanton state, Simon asked her if she was feeling very good while he was fucking her. Xiao Jing closed her eyes and didn't answer, but instead hugged Simon's body tightly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Seeing that he had finally aroused her so much, Simon felt an unprecedented sense of superiority, so he fucked Xiao Jing even more vigorously. Xiao Jing finally couldn't resist Simon's strong offensive, and she also had three orgasms. After that, he completely fainted. At this moment, Ximen Jian also let out a low murmur, released all his essence, and fell asleep contentedly on Xiao Jing's body. (3) The three-day deadline soon arrived. When Sanfeng saw Ximen Jian arrive at the competition venue in high spirits, he smiled knowingly. Ximen Jian walked up to Sanfeng, knelt down on one knee, and said to him gratefully, "Thank you for your help, Daoist Master, which has allowed my cultivation to reach a higher level. I am sincerely grateful." After fully accepting Ximen Jian's kneeling bow, Daoist Sanfeng reached out and helped him up, saying, "Lord Ximen, there's no need for such formality. I only wished to see you unable to improve your cultivation due to impure internal energy. It was merely a small favor, so please don't take it to heart. Don't we have a martial arts competition today? If we continue to be so polite, there won't be any competition left." "After Sanfeng finished speaking, the two smiled at each other and assumed their fighting stances. Ximen Jian held a sword forged from millennia-old cold iron, twelve inches long and two inches wide, a top-grade sword capable of cutting through iron like mud, named 'Changhong' (Long Rainbow). Ximen Jian formed a sword gesture, and a faint aura of sword energy could be seen emanating from the tip. Seeing Ximen Jian had already assumed his stance..." He also took down the heavy, long, bladeless sword from his back, awaiting Ximen Jian's attack. Ximen Jian let out a soft shout, and the opening stance of his Shenlang Sword Technique, "Waves Rise Without Wind," unleashed a powerful net of swords that enveloped Sanfeng Daoren, engulfing him completely. Seeing the approaching sword shadows, Sanfeng Daoren calmly swung his heavy sword. Sword shadows and figures flashed continuously across the arena. The clash of weapons, the clanging of their weapons, echoed throughout the arena. The sword energy emanating from both fighters affected everything in the arena, leaving nothing unscathed. The disciples who had initially stood in the arena hastily withdrew to avoid being caught in the crossfire. After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ximen Jian finally succumbed, losing by a single strike. He was filled with admiration and longing for Sanfeng's unparalleled skills, so he humbly asked Sanfeng Daoist why his swordsmanship was so superb. "Lord Ximen, the saying goes that the sword moves lightly and gracefully. The sword is the longest of all weapons. Although it is light and long, it is still made of iron. Therefore, the speed of the sword is still hindered. If you can transform the tangible into the intangible, Lord Ximen, your swordsmanship may become even more refined." "Sanfeng explained the profound mysteries of swordsmanship to Ximen Jian, who treasured it greatly and inquired about questions such as how swordsmanship could transcend the tangible to the intangible. Sanfeng generously imparted all his knowledge to Ximen Jian. Thanks to Sanfeng's guidance, Ximen Jian later became the leader of the righteous path, annihilating the underworld. From then on, Sanfeng traveled to various martial arts sects, engaging in martial arts duels with swords, fists, and palms. He made friends with each sect through these exchanges, and through his guidance, the martial arts of each sect improved significantly." Encouraged by Daoist Sanfeng, the various factions finally cooperated, contributing their efforts to the martial arts world. The righteous sects, grateful for Sanfeng's benevolence, bestowed upon him the title of "Martial Saint," Daoist Sanfeng. Daoist Sanfeng had finally united the righteous to resist tyranny, and he had also completed his research into martial arts. One day, while Sanfeng was resting and drinking tea in a teahouse, a disheveled, ragged young man, carrying an iron sword with a cloth-wrapped hilt and a blade covered in rust, approached Sanfeng and challenged him to a sword duel. Sanfeng, upon seeing the newcomer… Despite his disheveled appearance, he was an exceptionally talented martial arts prodigy. Sanfeng agreed to a duel with him, wanting to test his abilities. The winner of the duel was naturally Sanfeng Daoren, but Sanfeng was even more impressed with the young man's skill, especially after learning that his swordsmanship was self-taught and that he had defeated dozens of skilled swordsmen. He was filled with admiration and decided to nurture him into a master swordsman. Thus, under Sanfeng's guidance, the young man began his journey to becoming a top-tier swordsman. The man even gifted the young man his heavy sword, which would later become the legendary swordsman "Dugu Qiubai." This heavy sword, given by Sanfeng, later fell into the hands of Yang Guo, and the Divine Condor also later encountered Yang Guo, as if it were all preordained. Later, when the Yin-Yang Demon wreaked havoc on the martial world, Sanfeng, along with the South Sea Divine Nun and the Heavenly Tribulation Master, joined forces to defeat the demon, and was subsequently hailed as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial World. The chapter on "Master Sanfeng" is now complete; please look forward to the third volume of the Three Immortals of the Martial World series, "The South Sea Divine Nun."

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