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What caught everyone's eyes was a man in black clothes as tall as ink and as tall as a pine tree. However, this man wore a bronze mask, which disappointed everyone who wanted to see his appearance clearly.
The distance was only a hundred steps, and the magnetic and slightly hoarse voice was blown up by the mountain wind.
"Zhao Wujiang came to keep the appointment and asked the saint Yang Miaozhen to come and see her."
"Hmph." Liu Jicang stood in front of the sect, looked down at the figure under the steps, and laughed softly:
"If this person is handsome, how can he meet people face to face? Even if he is not ugly, he is not handsome. Chen Dong'er, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
The Taoist nun named Chen Dong'er was a good friend of Yang Miaozhen and was defended by many female disciples. Her status in the sect was considered to be quite high. She was also one of the few people who agreed with Yang Miaozhen on Yang Miaozhen's matter, so she was jealous of Liu Jicang.
Chen Dong'er listened to Liu Jicang's sarcasm and did not answer. She just held a yellow-talisman mahogany sword and stared at the figure that was getting closer.
"There was faint thunder while climbing the mountain. This person's cultivation is pretty good, but I, the Holy Son, can suppress him with one hand!" Liu Jicang's eyebrows were cold, and many disciples around him were silent.
Some disciples also began to flatter this holy son, a man who might become the helmsman of the Human Sect in the future.
"What the Holy Son said is absolutely true. The man who calls himself Zhao Wujiang would only dare to show his true face to others because he is a deer-headed and rat-eyed person."
"It is rare in the world to have someone as handsome and cultivated as Senior Brother Liu. This man named Zhao came here to climb a mountain, just to bring shame on himself."
"I don't know what to fear. Could it be that if he came here on a mountain climb, Senior Sister Yang would protect him? Now Senior Sister Yang can't even protect herself."
"In my opinion, it is exactly as the Holy Son said. I am afraid that this man named Zhao has learned some martial arts skills and deceived the saint who came down from the mountain..."
"Such a mountain climber has such a low level of cultivation. There is no need for Senior Brother Yang to take action. We will let him retreat when he sees difficulties."
"..."
Chen Donger and his group of female disciples couldn't help it. Although they didn't think highly of Zhao Wujiang, so many male disciples were obviously jealous to the point of jealousy.
Chen Donger's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she felt that the name Zhao Wujiang was somewhat familiar. She searched in her mind, and then her eyes opened wider and brighter, and she said leisurely:
"Don't you think the name Zhao Wujiang sounds familiar?"
Many people were confused, and Liu Jicang snorted coldly. He knew who Zhao Wujiang was from the moment he heard the name.
If what was expected was true, it was Zhao Wujiang, the master of Wuya Pavilion who was famous for his talent in the world and temples. His poems had spread to the Renzong, and many people in the Renzong admired him.
But what about this Zhao Wujiang? Bai Wuyi is a scholar, and with the level of cultivation of Xiao Wuya Pavilion Master, he can kill him with one palm!
"So what if it sounds familiar? He is an outsider and bespeaks the saint of our sect. Even if he climbs the mountain and reaches the sect, I will capture him!"
Liu Jicang's voice became colder and colder. He had heard a lot in the sect that Yang Miaozhen liked the poems of the man named Zhao Wujiang, as if he fell in love with a person because of a few bad poems.
Is Zhao Wujiang worthy? In terms of cultivation, strength, status, appearance, in what way is his Zhao Wujiang comparable to me, Liu Jicang?
Talent? Humph, sour writing and rotten scholars!
Many disciples remembered who Zhao Wujiang was, and their eyes gradually filled with shock, but soon dimmed.
There are only eight hundred men named Zhao Wujiang in the world. The talented Zhao Wujiang is in Kyoto, and Senior Sister Yang met him in Lanzhou. How could they be the same person?
Even if it is, is it possible to defeat the Holy Son with talent?
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Zhao Wujiang was as gentle as jade, like the breeze blowing over the hills. He stepped on the stone steps step by step and saw the faces of everyone clearly.
At the head was a Taoist priest with cold and handsome features, flanked by men and women in similar Taoist robes, with different expressions, most of whom were confused and disdainful.
These people were blocking the gate, and some of them didn't seem to be welcoming him.
In his perception, there were several powerful auras not far behind the gate that seemed to be watching.
