Guangmingding, square.
The six major sects and the Mingjiao competed. This was a grand martial arts event that had not happened in a century. Everyone watched with rapt attention.
No one noticed that there was a ragged young man among the onlookers. This person was Zhang Wuji.
That day, Monk Peng was kidnapped to Guangmingding. With the help of Monk Budai's strange cloth bag, after filling it with true energy, the cloth bag was equivalent to dozens of masters exerting their true power, massaging and squeezing hundreds of acupoints all over his body at the same time.
Then he fought with Monk Yuan Zhen who sneaked up on Guangmingding. The inner and outer Qi surged, and dozens of entrances on his body broke through one by one. In the veins of his body, the Qi circulated everywhere like strips of mercury.
In an instant, Zhang Wuji's Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu was completed. Water and fire joined together, and dragon and tiger met.
Then he followed the monk who appeared to be a monk, but was actually a master of the evil path who roamed the world decades ago: Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, Cheng Kun, and entered the secret path of the Ming Cult. By chance, he also learned the supreme magical skill of the Ming Cult: the Great Shift of the Universe.
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The Nine-Yang Divine Art is a great success, with an endless supply of internal energy and a miraculous effect of increasing wisdom. In just a few hours, he had mastered the Great Shift of the Universe to an unprecedented seventh level.
After practicing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Wuji's whole body and mental strength were all commanded as he wished. He could send out when he wanted to, and withdraw when he wanted to. Everything was done according to his will.
Originally, after he achieved the great success of the Nine Yang Divine Art, the power he had accumulated was already beyond the reach of few people in the world, but he was unable to use it without the guidance of an expert. At this time, when the Mingjiao's supreme mental method is completed, the potential in the body is like a sudden torrent, which no one can control.
Fighting in the square, when Zhang Wuji first saw the duel between Mo Shenggu and Yin Tianzheng, he felt both happy and worried.
What's worrying is that one is his grandfather, a close relative of flesh and blood; the other is his father's senior brother, who treats him like his own son. When he was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, all the Wudang heroes tried their best to heal him, even at the expense of their internal energy.
If one of the two was injured or killed, he would hate him for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, Zhang Wuji only felt that there were flaws in the two men's moves. If he were to take the field, he would be able to defeat them in less than fifty moves. His current martial arts should be regarded as the best in the world, and the one who can defeat him will definitely not exceed five fingers.
I remembered my previous conversation with Senior Sister Emei Ding, and then watched the fight in the field. Zhang Wuji thought to himself, if he defeated the heroes and became the supreme master of the martial arts world, would everyone listen to him and stop and make peace?
After thinking about it, seeing Uncle Mo come out and challenge his grandfather, Zhang Wuji couldn't help shouting: "Song Daxia...Song Daxia, it's not fair to beat him with a wheel battle!"
When these words came out, everyone was shocked.
We are all seniors in the martial arts world, so what room do you have to say?
However, Song Yuanqiao saw that the person speaking was Zhang Wuji, so he had to communicate patiently. He couldn't beat him to death with one palm, right?
After a few words, Zhang Wuji directly challenged the martial arts heroes on behalf of the teachings, and then even defeated the masters of the four sects of Shaolin, Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the young man on the field who was getting more and more courageous as he fought, feeling both pleased and angry. Zhang Wuji is the son of his fifth junior brother. With such martial arts, there is no need to worry about his safety.
But his nephew insisted on siding with the Demon Cult, which really gave him a headache.
Many of the martial arts seniors present knew the identity of the so-called Zeng Aniu, especially Mie Mie, who looked at him with eyes like knives.
But now even if he wants to clean up the door, he seems a little unable to do so.
Seeing that the last two masters of Kunlun were defeated, Kongxing faced the direction of Emei and Wudang, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, Song Daxia, Miejie Shitai, among the six major sects, only two of yours are left. Please invite me." Take charge of the overall situation.”
Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to say: "I, Wudang, have already faced off against Master Yin and failed to win. With my master's swordsmanship and divine power, I will definitely be able to subdue this junior."
With his seniority, whether he wins or loses, it's not a good thing, so just stay out of sight.
Miejie snorted coldly and looked at the young apprentice next to him.
Zhiruo blinked, lowered his head, and continued to feed the little yellow cat.
She is a disciple of Buddhism, who cultivates her moral character, loves peace, and doesn't like to fight unless she can't help it.
Miejie was helpless. It was easy to say that he didn't know Zhang Wuji's identity before. Now that I know it, bullying the small ones with the big one will make it difficult for Zhang Zhenren to save his face.
"Jingxu, come on."
"yes!"
Jingxu stepped forward with a sword as tall as a person and as big as a door panel: "Master Zhang, please give me some advice!"
Now that Zhang Wuji is standing on the enemy's side, naturally he can no longer call him Junior Brother.
Zhang Wuji was slightly relieved when he saw that it was not Zhou Zhiruo who came out.
Although his skill has greatly improved now, he still gets scared when he thinks of the strength that was as vast as the sea that day. If at that time it was only 80% of Junior Sister Zhiruo's skill, now facing Junior Sister with all her strength, I would most likely still be unable to defeat her.
But facing Jingxu, who was two heads taller than him and taller than him, he was full of confidence: "Senior Sister Jingxu, please enlighten me!"
Using skill to defeat the weak is exactly his strength.
Jingxu's sword was slightly tilted, and he made the first move to attack. The tip of the sword pierced the Dantian key point, and the strike was fierce and fierce. Zhang Wuji was startled and slipped to avoid each other. Suddenly, Jingxu's sword flashed quickly, and the tip of the sword was already pointing at his throat.
Zhang Wuji was even more frightened. He hurriedly rolled down and rolled over. When he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck. Knowing that something was wrong, he pushed up on the toes of his right foot and flew out diagonally, far away.
He had never thought that such a "burly" body like Jingxu could actually perform such fast and exquisite sword skills.
Why is everyone in this Emei sect so inscrutable in strength?
has a problem!
"Zhang Shaoxia, good work!" Jingxu praised, rushed forward to attack, and shouted: "Strike Huashan!"
Then the sword was raised at an angle, slicing his wrist.
Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, but he still saw the right moment, stretched out his finger and flicked the edge of the sword.
"Buzz~"
This is the wonderful thing about the Four Lifts of Thousand Categories in the Great Shift of the Universe. With his current skill, Jingxu can bear more than a thousand catties of force. Theoretically, it should make his arms sore and numb, the tiger's mouth painful, and the long sword may fly out of his hand.
Unexpectedly, Jingxu had almost no reaction at all. He raised his sword and slapped him.
Zhang Wuji was inexplicably horrified and quickly used his hands to resist.
"Pa~"
"Pfft~" Zhang Wuji spurted out a mouthful of blood. He felt that a powerful force no less powerful than that of Junior Sister Zhiruo was exerted on him, and even his Hunyuan Ruyi Nine Yang Divine Art was almost knocked away.
When the crisis came, the young man quickly used his strength to retreat and took dozens of steps back until he reached the Ming Cult members before stopping.
"Pfft~" Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Little brother, are you okay?" Yin Tianzheng asked nervously.
Now they clearly teach that life and death are tied to this person.
Zhang Wuji raised his head and said firmly: "No problem!" Then he raised his hand, smiled lightly, and continued: "Senior Sister Jingxu, please enlighten me."
Jingxu frowned. With her strength, she struck down with her sword, and this kid was still able to stand up. He was worthy of being a master with the ability to overpower the four sects.
She knew her weakness, she was not good at light arts, and she was able to hit hard just now when she was caught off guard. But if they are just fighting, I will definitely not be able to hurt the other person.
Still, you have to try it!
He took a few steps forward, raised his sword and slashed: "Strike Huashan!"
Zhang Wuji smiled slightly and started Qinggong. He circled behind Jingxu like a puff of smoke. Without waiting for her to turn around, he dodged to the left, moved to the right, made a forward turn, reversed a turn, and slapped two more palms.
Jingxu raised his sword horizontally and was about to make a move, but Zhang Wuji had already turned around and disappeared.
Before he practiced the Great Shifting Technique, his light kung fu was at its peak. Now he was running faster and faster, like wind and fire, like thunder and lightning. Even Wei Yixiao, who was recovering from his injuries at the back and had always looked down on the crowd with his light kung fu, was secretly surprised.
The people from the six major sects behind looked at each other in shock.
With such a light skill and still siding with the Ming Cult, if he wanted to run away, who among them could catch up? When the time comes, he will focus on revenge and specialize in killing his disciples. Can their sect be able to stop him?
Miejie also frowned. She originally thought that her Qing Gong was already at the top of the world, only four or five steps behind her young apprentice. How could there be anyone even slightly inferior to her?
The key is still a young man.
Is it really the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves ahead? That's not right, that real person has not been able to dominate the world for hundreds of years and is invincible.
Zhiruo and the little yellow cat got melon seeds from somewhere and were eating them enthusiastically, and even chatted quietly.
"Lele, do you think this battle can last until night? When will we have dinner? I'm a little hungry."
"Meow~"
Me too!
After saying that, everyone and the cat sighed together.
"Why!"
Miejie tightly held the Yitian Sword in his hand, his heart obviously very uneasy.
Over there, Zhang Wuji saw Jingxu bewildered in the face of his superb Qinggong. He suddenly felt that he had an opportunity and rushed in. He reached forward with his right hand and swung his palm out.
"Bang~"
Unexpectedly, as soon as his palm came into contact with his body, he was pinched by the enemy. Jingxu then raised his head and smiled evilly: "I caught you!"
According to common sense, she should crush Zhang Wuji's hand bones directly, but after all, she still has to consider the friendship between Wudang Emei.
Then, he slapped Zhang Wuji's face with his other hand.
Zhang Wuji couldn't dodge, so he rose into the air, kicked one foot towards the critical point of Jingxu Tan, and tried to resist the strong wind-laden palm with his other hand.
"Bang" "Bang~"
A kick and a slap arrived almost at the same time. Jingxu took three steps back. Zhang Wuji was directly slapped and flew away. Stars appeared in his eyes and he couldn't stand up for a long time.
Jingxu's expression did not change at all.
"Okay!" Ding Minjun and other fellow apprentices and sisters immediately cheered.
Zhiruo also clapped his hands happily.
The glory of the family depends on the senior sisters!
Normally when they were fighting against each other, Jingxu liked to use this move. With her thirteenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, she was almost invulnerable. She could use Jingxu to stop her, and she could do anything against her.
Jingxu turned around and gave a shy and honest smile to her master, but her face still had the blood sprayed from Zhang Wuji, making it a bit ferocious.
Fighting is so fun!
The heroes of the righteous path took half a step back, their smiles were so scary!
The Emei Sect is so terrifying!
"Master!" A young girl suddenly rushed out from the crowd and nervously supported Zhang Wuji.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, concentrated briefly, stretched out his left index finger to tap seven acupoints on his head and chest, and felt refreshed.
Xiao Zhao saw that his face was as white as paper, without even a trace of blood, and he felt indescribably anxious and frightened in his heart.
She was the disciple of the Purple Shirt Dragon King, the four great Dharma kings of the Ming Cult. She was sent as an undercover agent to the Ming Cult to find out the whereabouts of the Great Shift. However, she was discovered by Yang Xiao's daughter Yang Buhui and was almost beaten to death.
Fortunately, Mr. Zhang rescued her, and she had already secretly promised him. If Mr. Zhang died today, she would not want to live alone.
Zhang Wuji was slightly conscious at this time, and his secret energy was flowing. He slowly stood up straight and said firmly: "Senior Sister Jingxu, please enlighten me."
The Nine-Yang Divine Art has the effect of healing wounds. He has decided to just wander around and recover his body later.
Jingxu looked at him carefully, then cupped his hands and said, "I'm not as good at lightness as you, so you win!" After that, he walked back.
Zhang Wuji was stunned, no, he still needs time to heal!
Yan Mie looked at his young apprentice again.
The girl Zhiruo looked up at the sky, hey, don't tell me, the sky in Guangmingding is so blue!
Miejie was helpless, she also knew that her young apprentice owed Wudang a favor, and Zhang Wuji had a close relationship with Zhang Sanfeng.
But as an elder, she couldn't take action, so she looked at Song Yuanqiao.
"Master Song, please tell me something. This guy is also a member of your Wudang sect."
Hearing this, the decent heroes were startled. Some of them still didn't know Zhang Wuji's identity, so they quickly asked each other and whispered.
After a while, everyone looked at the Wu-Tang Clan and felt something was wrong.
If you have people on both sides of the story, you won't lose anyway?
Zhang Wuji didn't want to embarrass his uncle, so he said loudly: "Master Jue, please...please enlighten me!" When he said this, because the left side of his face was swollen from being slapped, his sentences were incoherent.
Mie Jue snorted coldly: "You are young and don't know how high the sky is. I originally wanted to let you go for the sake of Master Zhang.
Since you are unrepentant, then I will do as you wish! "
Song Yuanqiao said quickly: "Master Tai, please be merciful."
He once heard his master say that with the Yitian Sword in his hand, Miejie Shitai's swordsmanship could be ranked second in the world.
At this time, Wuji's nephew had fought several battles in a row and was beaten twice by Jingxu. His condition was already not good, but he should not be cut by his master's sword.
Jiejie frowned: "The Yitian Sword will see blood when it is unsheathed. Today I will give you Wudang a face, just don't unsheath it."
Zhang Wuji smiled calmly: "Master, just take action."
Although he is in poor condition now, he has no problem dealing with ordinary masters. He doesn't believe that there are already two freaks in Emei, and there are more!
"Ha!" Miejie sneered, transformed into a phantom, and instantly arrived in front of Zhang Wuji. Before he could react, a sword scabbard slapped his right cheek.
"Pa~"
Zhang Wuji fell to the ground, his head was buzzing, and he didn't stand up for a long time.
Master Miejie stood in front of him, incomprehensible, and then clasped his hands together: "Amitabha!"
Zhang Wuji:......
Everyone in the audience was shocked when they saw this weird and extremely fast Qinggong.
This old nun actually has such strength!
"Wuji!" Yin Tianzheng also heard the description of the people on the sidelines at this time, and knew that this boy turned out to be his grandson, so he hurriedly stepped forward.
Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but stepped forward to take out the healing medicine and prepared to take him back to the camp.
At this time, there was no one to stop him. Yin Liting, who had been avoiding the Emei Sect, could no longer bear it. He rushed to Yang Xiao and cursed: "Yang, you are a pervert who is worse than a pig or a dog. I...I..." There was a lump in his throat and he couldn't curse anymore. He held out his long sword and was about to stab Yang Xiao in the heart.
Yang Xiao couldn't move at all, smiled slightly, closed his eyes and waited for death. Suddenly, a girl ran over diagonally, stood in front of Yang Xiao, and shouted, "Stop hurting my father!"
Yin Liting stood still with his sword in sight, and when he looked intently, he couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound, and felt his whole body become cold. I saw that this girl with a long figure, beautiful eyebrows and big eyes turned out to be Ji Xiaofu.
"Sister Xiaofu, you...you didn't..." Yin Liting cried out.
Yang Buhui said: "My surname is Yang, Buhui, and Ji Xiaofu is my mother!"
Yin Liting was stunned.
"No regrets! No regrets~hahaha~"
After laughing three times, Yin Liting threw down his sword, turned around, covered his face with his hands, and rushed down the mountain.
Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou hurriedly shouted: "Sixth brother, sixth brother!"
But Yin Liting neither agreed nor looked back, and ran quickly. Suddenly he lost his footing and fell, then jumped up and ran out of sight in a moment.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned at the back, and Yin Liuxia was at a loss. He could easily be ambushed by the villain. After thinking for a moment, he put his green little finger between his lips.
"Hush~" A clear whistle resounded throughout the world.
There was an immediate response from the sky: "Bah~" Bai He and Erbai from the Wudang Sect followed Yin Liuxia from a distance.
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