Divine Fist Li Zhige is about to rush to Wudang Mountain.
When the news came out, the whole world was boiling.
Master Zhang lived one hundred and twenty-six years. He was like a big mountain, pressing down on the heads of everyone in the world, weighing down a full two years, making people from both eras breathless.
No one has ever thought of challenging Master Zhang and climbing over the mountain of Master Zhang. Because this mountain is so high that no one can see the top.
Now, someone is finally going to challenge Master Zhang.
Divine Fist Li Zhige.
This monster-like man, in an era when Zhang Zhenren did not appear, used the shortest time to dominate the entire martial arts world and make the world bow to him.
On one side is the myth of martial arts that dominates the world.
On one side is the new martial arts myth.
The martial arts myths of the old and new eras are about to collide. Anyone in the martial arts world will be concerned about which of the two is stronger or weaker.
The news spread like crazy to the entire world.
On the desert grassland, Zhang Wuji, an unshaven man in his thirties, dressed in a herdsman's costume, was in a daze, holding a sheep-driving whip in his hand.
Zhao Min's originally bright and charming face was worn by the wind and sand, making it much rougher. She looked at Zhang Wuji who was in a daze, smiled and said, "If you want to go back to the Central Plains, I will accompany you back."
Zhang Wuji came back to his senses, forced a smile and said, "Well, I can't worry about Grand Master. I have to go back to Wudang. Although Grand Master is a man of great ability, Li Zhige is also a great master of nature. What's more, Grand Master is old. , with weak Qi and blood, he may not be able to defeat Li Zhige.”
Zhao Min shook his head and said with a smile, "You worry too much. Grand Master is a highly respected man. Even Li Zhige has to respect the Grand Master. At best, they are just competing, and they only decide the outcome, not life and death. of."
Zhang Wuji nodded and replied, "That being said, after ten years in the desert, I still have to go back and take a look."
Immediately, Zhang Wuji and his wife Zhao Min left the desert and set foot in the Central Plains again.
Beggar Gang, Lotus Villa.
Shi Hongshi is married.
A child about five years old looked up at his mother and asked in a childish voice, "Mother, some people say that Master Zhang is a living god and that he is the best in the world. Some people say that Master Zhang is old and his uncle is the real one. Who is the real number one in the world, Zhenren Zhang or my uncle?”
Shi Hongshi reached out and touched his son's head, and said with a gentle smile, "Wouldn't it be better for Mom to take you to Wudang Mountain to see it?"
The child nodded heavily.
In Zhongnan Mountain, in an ancient tomb that has not seen the light of day all year round, Wang Yuhuan looked at the young lady in front of him and said respectfully, "Sister Yang, I didn't expect that Li Zhige would reach this point. Recently, there are rumors in Chang'an that Li Zhige Ge is about to go to Wudang Mountain to challenge Master Zhang, should we go and see it? "
Yang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, recalling the tall and high-spirited man. She stroked the fine hair next to her ear and chuckled, "After thirteen years of separation, he can now be called the best in the world. After all, Mr. Zhang He is old and frail, and he is in his prime. In this battle, he has a much better chance of winning than Zhang Zhenren."
"Yuhuan, go to Wudang Mountain and have a look. Come back and describe to me the scene of his fight with Zhenren Zhang."
Wang Yuhuan frowned, "Sister Yang, do you really not want to see him?"
Yang Qingqing shook his head, "It would be better not to see each other."
Yingtian Mansion, the Imperial Palace.
In the Jinluan Palace, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was dressed in a dragon robe, listened to the report of the shadow in the dark. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Li Zhige and Zhang Sanfeng, if these two people are not dead, I will not be able to sleep peacefully. I will ask Duke Wei immediately. Xu Da came to see me."
After a while, Wei Guogong Xu Da came to the Jinluan Hall.
Looking at the lofty Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look at the majestic figure above.
Zhu Yuanzhang tapped his fingers on the table and asked in a low voice, "Have the whereabouts of Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and Wu Sanren been found out?"
Xu Dazhan replied tremblingly, "Your Majesty, I am incompetent. Although I destroyed the Guangmingding Main Altar, I could not find any trace of Yang Xiao and others. Please forgive me."
While Xu Da was waiting nervously, Zhu Yuanzhang slowly said, "Let's stop searching for traces of Yang Xiao and others. In the near future, Li Zhige of the Divine Fist will go to Wudang to challenge Zhang Sanfeng. I want you to lead an army to surround the mountain and kill Li Zhige." Get the heads of Ge and Zhang Sanfeng.”
"These martial arts warriors use force to break the ban, do not respect the king's orders, and do not obey the king's behavior. It is time to suppress them. By killing Li Zhige and Zhang Sanfeng, I want to tell these martial arts warriors that this world belongs to me, no matter who is in my world. You have to bow your head in front of me!”
Xu Da's back was dripping wet. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said in a sonorous voice, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will personally lead an army of 100,000 to Wudang, and I will definitely get the heads of Li Zhige and Zhang Sanfeng. Place it before His Majesty."
Wudang back mountain.
Song Yuanqiao's hair and beard are all gray, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang, including Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu, have also become much older.
In front of the cliff, the old man had an immortal spirit, fair hair, and a ruddy face. He seemed to be in a better state of mind than several of his apprentices.
Looking at the old man's back, Song Yuanqiao asked worriedly, "Master, Li Zhige will go to Wudang Mountain soon. Are you confident that you can beat him?"
Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan also looked at the old man nervously.
Once upon a time, they had blind confidence in the old man, thinking that there would be no one in the world who could challenge their master. Even if the divine fist Li Zhige was called the second best in the world, they didn't think Li Zhige could defeat the master.
But as they grew older, several people began to worry.
The old man stood in front of the cliff, looked at the sea of clouds, and said with a hearty smile, "Old Taoist has been standing on the top of the mountain for more than a hundred years. This kind of loneliness and loneliness is probably something no one can understand. Now, Old Taoist is somewhat looking forward to the arrival of Little Friend Li. ”
"As for whether I can beat him? If Lao Dao is fifty years younger, he has some confidence in competing with him. Boxing is afraid of young people. With Lao Tao's current state, he has almost no confidence in winning against Li Xiaoyou."
Song Yuanqiao and others looked at each other and swallowed.
Even the master himself is not sure. Doesn't that mean that Li Zhige is going to take the title of No. 1 in the world?
Seemingly reading the thoughts of Song Yuanqiao and others, the old man smiled freely and said, "Yuanqiao, you are already quite old, why can't you see through fame and fortune? There is no one who is always the best in the world, no matter how far he has practiced martial arts. The situation will eventually turn into loess after a hundred years.”
"When you turn into loess and a hundred years have passed, how many people in the world will remember you?"
Song Yuanqiao and others bowed their heads in shame.
Looking at the energetic old man, Song Yuanqiao and others had reason to suspect that the master was not practicing martial arts. With Master's current condition, it is impossible to say that they will die of old age, but Master and the old man are still alive and well.
Who said a person's life is only a hundred years?
Although the master was standing in front of them, they could not feel the master's aura. It's hard to explain this feeling. It's as if Master has turned into a wisp of breeze in the mountains, or a white cloud on the cliff.
However, the master and his elders are not worried about victory or defeat, but they are just worried about it as apprentices.
