The Sword God of the South

Loss of Trust of Four Major Parties

Although Zhang Fei was young and still green in the martial world, but the young man knew very well that the white flow party was quite a lot. Even he knew there was a big party from the flow.

Why are they not willing to form an alliance? Couldn't this be a solution to solve the problem that is now afflicting Tionggoan?

"You are right, son of Fei," Pek Ma said after he took a few breaths. "But just so you know, it's not as easy as you might think,"

"I mean teacher?"

Zhang Fei was getting dizzy. But because his sense of urgency was mounting, then he did not want to stop there. He wants to know the problems of the martial world to its roots.

"Now the white party is divided. Each one of them was no longer concerned for the other party. The most important thing is the side itself,"

"Why can that be, teacher?"

The Palm of the Hand of Death Pek Ma looked far ahead. It was as if he was remembering something.

A moment later, the old man heard him tell a story.

"Actually the initial problem of all this happened about four years ago. At that time the martial world was shocked by the loss of the heirloom books of the four largest parties. The Temple of the Thousand Gods, the Desert Party, the Sky Cloud Party, and the Sword Mountain Party, were all in existence,"

"According to rumors, the disappearance of these books is because someone has stolen them from the inheritance room,"

"Who stole the books, teacher?"

"Until now the culprit has not been found. But for sure, from the information I got, the thief was from the parties concerned,"

Pek Ma paused for a moment, he took a deep breath. Then he said, "For example, the higher-ups of the Temple of the Thousand Gods stole the inheritance book of the Desert Party. And the top of the Desert Party also stole the heirloom book of the Sky Cloud Party. And so on until it arrived to the Mountain Sword Party,"

"What?"

Zhang Fei glared his eyes. He did not believe the story of his teacher.

How could a big party official like them, dare to steal an heirloom book? Especially to your own fellow people? Isn't that too impossible?

"I don't trust teachers. This information is too impossible" he said in an opinion piece.

"Don't you, I myself also think that way," Pek Ma said immediately in reply. "But what to say, these thieves have the appearance of even the same body shape as the party officials concerned,"

"So, it was for this reason that each of the party's top brass believed that the thief was from his own person?" zhang Fei asked further.

"That's right," said Pek Ma nodding his head. "Since then, the trust between the four major parties has ceased to exist. They think only of the party itself without thinking of the other parties,"

"It is only fitting that the situation in the martial world is getting worse. The trust between us no longer exists,"

Pek Ma did not say anymore. He just breathed heavily.

When talking about the problems that are now whack in his country, the old man is always dizzy.

Because in his opinion, this problem is too complicated and full of mystery.

"Teacher, if the four major parties already do not trust each other, what about the Patuk Dunia Persilatan himself?"

"They still believe in each other. Just to clear up all these problems, how could they possibly be able to?"

In the green forest there is a so-called Datuk Dunia Persilatan. They are the ones who are considered the greatest of the greatest.

But anyway, if to clear up the matter now, it felt that between them also no one would be able to.

Moreover, the people involved in it are very much. Not to mention added with heretical figures who also have high abilities.

If the circumstances are right like that, then it is true what Pek Ma has said before.

This problem would definitely drag on and be resolved within an indeterminate time.

"That's why we have to help every party who gets a threat. No matter if they believe it or not. Their foolishness considers us what, for sure, we must not remain silent," Pek Ma said with a burning zeal and determination.

"I understand the teacher. I promise, I'll take care of all this. Someday, I will definitely be able to reunite the four major parties,"

Zhang Fei said as he stood up. Fierce voice. Like a tiger in the middle of a forest.

Pek Ma seemed to smile warmly as his disciple said so. He was sure, what his disciple had just said, would one day definitely come true.

Moreover, he knew that Zhang Fei actually had a hidden talent.

He believed that his disciple was a child destined by the heavens to reconcile his land.

"Child Fei, now that you have mastered the Sword God Book to what extent?"

"Still the same, teacher. I have only mastered the first four moves," Zhang Fei replied in a sad tone.

He regretted why he had not been able to master the Sword God Book until the seventh interpreter. Even though if he can already master all the moves in it, maybe now he is equivalent to a swordsman choose a match.

Unfortunately, the higher the stage of the movement, the more complicated the movement.

Zhang Fei tried his hardest. But the results were in vain. He hasn't gotten the upgrade.

The young man still survives in the fourth of the seven ranks.

"Hemm, be patient, my disciple. Maybe it's not time yet. One day, you will definitely be able to master everything," said Pek Ma to give encouragement to his students.

"Alright, teacher," Zhang Fei nodded his head.

"You need to know, the Sword God Book is not an ordinary inheritance book. Every nurse is deadly. As long as you have mastered each manager perfectly, then the four moves are more than enough,"

Pek Ma told the truth. The Zhang Family's inheritance Book was indeed no ordinary book.

Each manager is a top-class manager. As long as the user already has a qualified basic knowledge, then the results will certainly be extraordinary.

As a top class figure who already had a lot of experience, of course he knew about it.

The teacher and student were both silent. Quite a while there was silence.

A few minutes later, Pek Ma spoke again.

"Child Fei, how about we practice? I want to see where you've progressed after you split up,"

"good. Come, teacher,"

Zhang Fei stood up. If invited to practice, since the first he was always excited.

Moreover, now he would practice a match together with his master teacher.

Looking at his spirit disciple, the Palm of Death Hand Pek Ma smiled. He immediately got up from his position and walked forward.

Incidentally, there was a large enough empty place.