Zixiao Palace Hall.

"The master, the Emei Sect, the Huashan Sect, the Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect, have gone up the mountain."

A three-generation disciple who was monitoring the situation at the foot of the mountain rushed over, looking at Zhang Sanfeng with admiration and reporting.

They were a little nervous before, whether the Wudang Sect could compete with the joint efforts of many other sects, but now they have no worries.

Even the Shaolin Temple, the martial arts holy land, took the initiative to bow its head and was willing to obey their Wudang Sect's orders, let alone other sects.

"Master, I'll go and arrange it now..."

Song Yuanqiao also looked calm, and Zhang Sanfeng was like a magic needle for stabilizing the sea. As long as he was in Emei and Huashan, the sects such as sects could not make any waves. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Du E.

"Junior brother, why bother Wudang to take action on such a small matter? Let Shaolin help you solve it."

Duer is confident.

Since the three of them masters and brothers practiced into the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, the masters of the acquired realm can easily suppress them.

Whether it is the head of the Emei Sect, the head of the Huashan Sect, the head of the Kunlun Sect, the joining forces are not enough for them to suppress.

It just happened to take this opportunity to show off your strength in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Junior brother?

Song Yuanqiao, “·······”.

"Kongwen, Kongzhi, Kongling, Kongling, you will lead the eight hundred Shaolin disciples to guard the intersection of the Wudang Sect's downhill mountain, and do not let anyone go."

"Other Shaolin Temple disciples follow me and pass the tribulation. The two junior brothers of the difficult situation will meet the Emei Sect, Huashan Sect and other sects."

Du'er's expression was as normal, but his heart was trembling.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but he always feels that Wudang Mountain is not as simple as the surface.

He had just entered the room and felt it carefully, almost frightened.

In addition to Zhang Sanfeng, he also felt two people with stronger internal strength than him.

Moreover, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi and Zhang Cuishan have all reached the acquired perfect state, and Zhang Cuishan can vaguely compare with his two junior brothers.

Yu Daiyan, the three Wudang heroes who were originally paralyzed, actually returned to normal.

The strength of the Seven Heroes of Wudang can be regarded as Zhang Sanfeng's teachings.

However, the strength of the White-Browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng and the Golden Lion King Xie Xun is extremely strange. They are also in the state of innate half-step, and their internal strength is actually very deep.

"Did Zhang Sanfeng get the secret of the Dragon Slaying Sword, or other forces get the Dragon Slaying Sword, and they join forces with the Wudang Sect?"

But Du Er's heart was like waves of the sea, and countless speculations surged into his heart.

He knew exactly what strength and talent were between the White-Browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng and the Golden Lion King Xie Xun.

Unless they get the opportunity to go against the will of heaven, they will never be able to reach the half-step innate realm in their entire lives.

In addition, there are two other unknown innate masters.

"They are definitely not simple!"

Looking at the entire Jianghu, their Shaolin Temple only has one innate realm, or the early stage of the innate realm.

The foundation of their Shaolin Temple is not comparable to that of other sects.

The 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, the cultivation experience left by monks of all generations, and the communication between peers, was a complete luck.

More than 20 years ago, he fought with the leader of the Ming Cult Yang Dingtian, but he was not only defeated by the other party, but his eyes were also blinded by the other party.

In order to avenge, he has been in seclusion and devoted himself to practicing. He has never forgotten the hatred of blindness in his left eye for more than 20 years. Three years ago, he luckily broke through to the innate realm.

However, after the breakthrough, his strength has no longer improved.

If it weren't for the deep grudge between Zhang Sanfeng and Shaolin Temple, he wouldn't help but want to ask Zhang Sanfeng for advice.

Why are you still so strong after living for so long?

Why are you decades older than them and look younger than them?

There is a Zhang Sanfeng in the world, which is already against the will of heaven. How could two more emerge? There must be strong support from behind.

"Does these people want to seize the world?"

Du'er's hands couldn't help but tremble, and his mind was trembling.

The Wudang Sect, the mysterious forces, the Ming Cult, and these three forces were mixed together and planned to kill all the civil and military officials of the Yuan Dynasty. What is this not rebellion?

He actually challenged a group of rebel forces. Isn’t this the brain being kicked by a donkey?

"Master?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao cast an inquiring look at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Then I'll trouble the monk Du'er."

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

However, he would never admit this unconventional nephew.

"Uncle Master waited for a moment."

Du'er seemed to have not heard it, and then walked out quickly as he said.

He took a dark and light-free chain from a burly monk. There was no idea when the same black chain was added to Du Qi and Du Nan's hands.

Nearly a thousand monks quickly divided into two routes, bypassing the road down the mountain, intending to cut off the retreat of the Emei Sect, Kunlun Sect and other sects from behind.

The other road ran down the road, preparing to directly face the masters of the various sects below.

"Let's follow and take a look."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while.

Huang Yaoshi, Zhang Cuishan and others also jumped and followed Zhang Sanfeng.

"I didn't expect that Shaolin Temple was so hidden that there were three monks of the Du generation hidden. The three of them joined forces to attack, and Zhang Sanfeng must also retreat."

Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan School, said with a slightly gloomy face.

Although they are both the six major sects, there is too much difference between them and the Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple.

The strength of the second-generation disciples of the Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao and others, is comparable to theirs, and three old antiques emerged in Shaolin Temple.

"It's better to be stronger, otherwise, they are not Zhang Sanfeng's opponents at all."

He Taichong, the head of Kunlun Sect, sneered.

If he hadn't heard that Shaolin Temple had three masters of the Du generation, even if Shaolin Temple was in full swing, he would have considered whether the Kunlun Sect would participate.

If no one competed with Zhang Sanfeng, the top master, they would likely have suffered humiliation like a battle with Zhang Sanfeng on his 100th birthday.

"How do you think we will deal with the Wudang Sect?"

Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan Sect, had a flash of eyes and his expression became serious.

The reason why the four major sects are able to rank together with the six major sects is that the Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple have been in a state of confrontation, and they survive in the cracks.

If the Wudang Sect is destroyed, Shaolin Temple will really be the only one.

Later, when it comes to the top sects in the martial arts world, Shaolin Temple is in the first tier, then it will be their turn.

"We will only punish the evildoers."

He Taichong, the head of Kunlun Sect, pondered for a moment.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang could consider letting them live a life and letting them continue to fight to the death with Shaolin Temple. However, the man in blue and Zhang Sanfeng must die.

Master Miejue walked in the center with dozens of disciples from the Emei Sect, without saying anything, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were extremely silent.

"Look, is it the Shaolin monk who went down the mountain?"

Just then, a scream rang out.

Master Mie Jue, the head of the Emei Sect, Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan Sect, and others quickly looked at it and saw a hundred monks running down from the mountain quickly.

These monks did not have any fear on their expressions and their formations were not scattered.

"Has the Wudang Sect been destroyed by Shaolin Temple?"

Everyone has a bad idea in their hearts.

If the Wudang Sect is destroyed, how can they share the fruits of victory?

"Why are you here?"

When he was still thirty steps away from the head of the Emei Sect, Master Mie Jue and others, Du Er said expressionlessly.

"We came to help Shaolin."

Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan Sect, said with a smile on his face.

“What to help us do?”

Du'er continued to ask as if he didn't understand.

"Under the leadership of Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang Sect is in a rebellious manner and seeks to seize the secrets of martial arts of other sects. It is hard tolerate nature."
To be continued...