"Oh, it seems we can't leave." Zhang Sanfeng sighed, not expecting it to arrive so soon.
"Grandmaster, there are martial arts masters among the Mongolian soldiers. The disciples suffered heavy casualties and were unable to withstand the attack."
Qingquan held a long sword in his hand and knelt in front of Zhang Sanfeng covered in blood.
Wudang suffered a great disaster. His disciples went out and did not return. Those who stayed in Wudang Mountain were the old, weak, sick and disabled.
If he hadn't been injured, he could barely survive, but now it was difficult.
"Where is Mr. Zhang Sanfeng? Mr. Xuan Ming is here, why don't you come out and die!"
Hearing the clamor, he entered the Zixiao Palace.
Zhang Sanfeng calmly comforted the disciples who retreated into the hall.
He forced himself to take a breath and said loudly: "Two little kids are talking freely. Even your master, Taoist Baishu, would not dare to be so arrogant in front of the old Taoist!"
"Master Zhang of Mingjiao has arrived!"
Zhao Min walked into the hall dressed in men's clothing and looked heroic.
After the two elders Xuan Ming bowed respectfully, they pointed at Zhang Sanfeng and said, "This person is Zhang Sanfeng."
Zhao Min clasped his fists at Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Junior Mingjiao teaches Wuji to pay homage to Master Zhang."
Zhang Sanfeng thought to himself.
The leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian, has been missing for many years. Could it be that the girl in front of him has inherited the Ming Cult?
But why would she use the name of my late disciple?
Zhang Sanfeng came back to his senses and laughed.
"The leader arrived, but I didn't come far to greet him. I'm sorry."
Zhao Min shook off his cloak and sat on the chair prepared by his men.
"Zhenren Zhang, during the Yuan Dynasty, you conquered the West Sea with great authority and reverberated throughout the world. The imperial court respected you as a master of martial arts, and the Wudang sect was the largest sect in the martial arts world. I have come here to invite you to serve in Dadu, and named you the Grand Protector of the Yuan Dynasty. ”
"I, Zhang Sanfeng, dare to do anything, but I dare not be the lackey of the Mongolian Tatars!"
The people of the Yuan Dynasty were cruel and harmed the people. The Mingjiao had always been against the Mongols, so how could they become the lackeys of the Mongols?
I think this girl must have come pretending to be a Ming Cultist.
Hebi Weng shouted loudly: "Zhang Laodao, you are not afraid of death, aren't the hundreds of disciples of the Wudang Sect afraid of death?"
Zhang Sanfeng chanted in a long voice: "Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history!"
Zhang Min's face suddenly became ugly.
Everyone in the Wu-Tang Clan is so stubborn.
Lu Qingyun was like this, Song Yuanqiao and others were like this, and even Zhang Sanfeng, who was seriously injured, was still like this.
"Since Master Zhang is unwilling, I can only ask you to meet your apprentice."
"So, all of my disciples were ambushed by you?"
Zhao Min waved the folding fan and said, "Zhenzhen Zhang is joking. Song Daxia and the others were only slightly injured on the way to their guests."
Zhang Sanfeng frowned.
With the skills of Song Yuanqiao and the others, even if they were ambushed, it would be impossible for them all to be captured.
Unless he was poisoned, there would be no one who could even send a letter asking for help.
"I think my disciple must have been invited by the girl after he was poisoned."
"You will know if Mr. Zhang is poisoned or not."
Zhang Min folded her fan and clapped it in her hands, "You two go and invite Master Zhang."
"yes."
A middle-aged man holding a sword and a bald man walked out of the crowd.
Heavenly Sword!
Yu Daiyan exclaimed, "Could it be that Emei has also been poisoned by you?"
"Haha, the Emei faction overestimates its capabilities and dares to offend Wudang. I really can't stand it, so I have to teach you a lesson."
"So you have captured all the six major sects?" Yu Daiyan was shocked.
Zhang Min laughed and pointed his folding fan at the middle-aged man holding a sword.
"Ada, go and learn Zhang Zhenren's swordsmanship."
Ah Da drew out the Yitian Sword and walked towards Zhang Sanfeng step by step.
"Stop, if you want to fight Master, you are not worthy! I will wait until I win."
One of the Wudang disciples stepped out, and he was Zhang Wuji!
Hurrying slowly, I finally arrived before the Mongols invaded the Zixiao Palace.
Before he could meet with Zhang Sanfeng, Zhao Min led his men in.
"Good boy, you are no match for him." Zhang Sanfeng didn't want his disciple to die in vain, and wanted to pull this strange disciple behind him.
A powerful Nine Yang Qi was transmitted from the palm of his hand, which surprised him.
"Master Tai, I am Wuji."
Zhang Sanfeng was full of surprises. Unexpectedly, his disciple Sun, who had been missing for many years, not only came back, but also practiced good kung fu.
"Okay, then you can send them away on behalf of Grand Master."
"Okay, Master."
Zhang Wuji walked up to Ah Da, without saying anything, he clenched his fists and attacked his face.
Ada's expression tightened as the fierce fist struck him, and he swung out the Yitian Sword, cutting off Zhang Wuji's attack.
The Yitian Sword is sharp and sharp, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
Zhang Wuji couldn't get close and had to wander outside.
Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly as he watched the fight in the field.
The swordsmanship of Ambassador A seemed familiar.
After pondering for a moment, he thought of Dongfang Bai, the late elder of the Beggar Clan.
Decades ago, Dongfang Bai was known for his exquisite swordsmanship. He could draw the sword as fast as lightning, as if eight arms were drawing the sword at the same time, so he got the nickname "Eight-Armed Divine Sword".
Unexpectedly, he faked his death and joined that girl's army.
Zhang Wuji fought with Ah Da for a long time but could not win, so he resorted to the Great Shift of the Universe.
Speaking of this great shift in the universe, Yang Dingtian secretly assigned Yang Xiao to send it to Zhang Wuji after he became the leader of the Ming Cult.
He learned the sixth level after studying for a long time, and once again envied Yang Dingtian to death.
Zhang Wuji used the Great Shift of the Universe, and the true energy in Ah Da's body was uncontrollably pulled, causing his moves to begin to deform.
Ah Da tried hard to control his body, forced Zhang Wuji back with a sword and retreated to Zhao Min, "Princess, my subordinates are incompetent."
"The dignified leader of the Demon Cult actually pretends to be a disciple of Wudang. How shameless."
"My father Cuishan Gong is the fifth disciple of Grand Master. Naturally, I am also a disciple of Wudang, so this outfit is also appropriate."
"You are the leader of Mingjiao. If Master Zhang admits that Mingjiao belongs to Wudang branch, or Wudang belongs to Mingjiao branch, then you can naturally fight on behalf of Wudang."
"Senior Brother Wuji, you can't defeat Princess Zhao Min."
Lu Qingyun swaggered into the hall and saluted Zhang Sanfeng, "Disciple Sun Qingyun salutes Grand Master and Master."
"Haha, you came back just in time."
Zhang Sanfeng was happy.
He felt a powerful aura from Lu Qingyun.
With him and Zhang Wuji here, the Wudang Sect has no worries.
A long-lost smile appeared on Yu Daiyan's face, and he nodded with a smile.
Lu Qingyun turned around, glanced at everyone, and tapped his fingers.
"Princess Zhao Min, I am a third-generation Wudang disciple with upright roots. You have nothing to say."
Zhao Min bit her teeth lightly, feeling very angry in her heart.
The original plan went smoothly, but one after another changes occurred, which caught her off guard.
"Ah San, go break his hand for me."
The bald Ah San obeyed the order and pounced on Lu Qingyun.
Lu Qingyun is worried about not being able to find him, now he can avenge his master Yu Daiyan.
Seeing him rushing towards him, he also used his powerful Vajra Finger to attack him without hesitation.
The two have the same moves, and the close combat is extremely dangerous, with the sounds of powerful Vajra fingers clashing constantly.
Ah San's external skills were really good, but he lacked the support of profound internal skills and mental methods.
It's barely enough to deal with first-level warriors, but not to the masters.
"Master, let's see Qingyun avenge you."
Lu Qingyun roared angrily, grabbed Ah San's arm, and exerted force with both hands, only to hear a crisp sound, and Ah San's arms were twisted into twists.
A cruel smile appeared on Lu Qingyun's lips, and he kicked several of his ribs and turned his whole body upside down.
He grabbed his legs and exerted force, and Asan's legs were also twisted into a twist.
"Ah...!" Ah San shouted in pain, his body was hit hard and he was kicked into the air.
Lu Qingyun rose into the air and stabbed Ah San's body with his powerful Vajra finger.
The two elders Xuan Ming took action instantly and snatched Ah San back from Lu Qingyun.
But Asan was snatched back with all his tibia broken.
Zhao Min's face was ashen, and the only remaining masters under his command were Xuan Ming and the Eight-Armed Divine Sword Dongfang Bai.
Lu Qingyun's magical power is invincible, and he must be stopped from using it.
"Master Lu, don't forget that you still owe me three conditions."
