The East is undefeated!
Seeing Dongfang Bubai appear, everyone in the field changed slightly.
"Invincible in the East?"
Hearing this name, Zhang Sanfeng also frowned.
Although he has been practicing in seclusion in Wudang Mountain for the past few years, how could he not have heard of Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun Moon Sect who has become famous in recent years?
In recent years, among the martial arts geniuses in the world, apart from Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Villa who has been silent for seven years, the only ones are Zhang Wuji and Dongfang Bubai.
Both of them are known as martial arts wizards who are rare in a century.
It's a pity that both of them are members of the Demon Sect.
Now that Zhang Wuji is dead, only Dongfang Bubai is left.
At this time, Dongfang Bubai was standing on the treetops, still a hundred feet away from the Wudang Mountain Gate. He also knew that he had a special status and did not dare to approach the Wudang Mountain Gate. He just stood there and looked here from a distance.
His domineering and arrogant gaze first glanced at Yu Huatian, then looked at Zhang Sanfeng at the gate of Wudang Mountain, raised his hand and gave a salute, and said lightly:
"Junior Dongfang Bubai has met my senior."
Pretty polite?
Zhang Sanfeng was a little surprised, then nodded and asked:
"I wonder why my little friend came to Wudang?"
Since Dongfang Bubai calls himself a junior, Zhang Sanfeng naturally cannot offend him.
As for Dongfang Bubai's identity as a demon sect, Zhang Sanfeng didn't pay much attention.
At his age and experience, in his eyes, there is no big difference between the righteous way and the evil way.
There are also heinous and well-dressed beasts among the righteous people, and there are also good people among the demonic sects.
It's just that the paths chosen by both parties are different. There is no need to simply use the right path and the evil path to distinguish between good and bad people.
Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had no intention of attacking him, Dongfang Bubai breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was aloof and arrogant, he was also very afraid of Beidou, the martial arts master who had been famous for nearly a hundred years.
Slightly arching his hands towards Zhang Sanfeng, Dongfang Bubai said:
"This junior just heard that I was passing by by chance and heard the conversation between my senior and Governor Yu. It happens that this junior knows the inside story of this matter and who is the person behind the plan. I don't want to see the two of you being plotted against each other by others, so I can't bear it. Please come forward and remind me."
Zhang Sanfeng did not comment on Dongfang Bubai's remarks, he just nodded and asked:
"Then who is the person behind the scenes that my friend is talking about?"
"Qinglong Club!" Dongfang Bubai said directly without hesitation.
Upon hearing this name, everyone in the venue couldn't help but change their expressions.
Simply because this force has lasted for hundreds of years in the Ming Dynasty, even longer than the existence of the Ming Dynasty.
Moreover, this organization is both good and evil, and its whereabouts are treacherous.
Legend has it that the Qinglong Society has a total of 365 halls, which correspond to the 365 days of the year. It is huge, complex and deeply rooted in the Ming Dynasty.
He has always been a powerful force in the world that makes people jealous!
At this time, even Zhang Sanfeng frowned tightly.
He is now a hundred years old and knows many secrets of the world that ordinary people don't know.
He knows the Blue Dragon Club better than anyone else in the room.
Legend has it that a hundred years ago, the Qinglong Society caused a bloody storm in the world.
At that time, there was a stunningly talented figure in the Qinglong Club, who was known as the Immortal Swordsman. This person came to the world with an almost invincible attitude, and at that time, countless geniuses and veteran strong men could not breathe.
It is said that this person is the mysterious dragon head of the Blue Dragon Society.
In the past hundred years, the Qinglong Society has kept a low profile. In addition, it has been surrounded and suppressed many times by the imperial court, and its power has weakened, but it still cannot be underestimated.
The most important thing about a sect is its foundation.
And it just so happens that the Qinglong Society has an extremely terrifying background.
Even Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to provoke such a force.
He looked at Dongfang Bubai with solemn eyes and said in a deep voice:
"My friend said that the person behind the scenes is the Qinglong Society. Is there any evidence? I, the Wudang Sect, have never provoked anyone from the Qinglong Society. Why would the Qinglong Society want to destroy me, Wudang?"
Dongfang Bubai shook his head and said:
"The Qinglong Club does this not necessarily to destroy Wudang, but to provoke conflicts between the Wudang sect and the imperial court and make you kill each other. Perhaps this is his purpose."
Yuhuatian narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly said: "You mean, the target of the Qinglong Society is me?"
Dongfang Bubai nodded slightly: "I think so."
"The Qinglong Society sent a message to Heimu Cliff before, hoping that our Sun Moon Sect would also take action. We would first uproot the Wudang Sect's scattered strongholds in various places, and then gather together in Wudang Mountain to join forces to surround and kill Master Yu."
"The people who attacked the Wudang stronghold were people from Ghost Villa, Money Gang, Tianzun and Mingjiao. By the way, there may also be people from the imperial court who helped, but they should not be from Governor Yu."
As soon as these words came out, the remaining masters of the four major forces in the field looked at each other.
Everyone who knew the inside story was dead, and they were just following orders.
But now that they heard what Dongfang Bubai said, they realized that they were being used.
Zhang Sanfeng and other Wudang people frowned, and immediately understood the inside story of this matter.
Song Yuanqiao stared at the dozens of experts from the four major forces in the audience, gritted his teeth and said:
"No wonder you came so promptly!"
"The people who killed me in Wudang still dare to come to my Wudang, borrow swords to kill people, and plot against my Wudang sect. You guys are so brave!"
The other Wudang disciples also had angry expressions on their faces.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the people from the four major forces, snorted coldly, and suddenly struck out with a palm from the air.
"boom!"
The void was vaguely distorted, and a huge momentum instantly emerged.
More than a dozen masters of the four major forces didn't even have time to scream, and were directly knocked away by the force of their palms, bleeding to death from their seven orifices.
There were more than a dozen martial artists, including two innate masters, but they were all like ants, dying in an instant.
Such a terrifying scene scared the remaining masters of the four forces to the point where their faces turned pale. Some of them turned around and tried to escape without even thinking.
But as soon as a sharp sound of breaking wind was heard, Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared in the field like a ghost. Every time he passed by, several masters of the four major forces fell to the ground.
Taishan Beidou, who has been meditating in Wudang for hundreds of years, once again proved to the world that Wudang is not easy to mess with, and he, Zhang Sanfeng, is not a good man or woman.
Whoever dares to provoke Wudang can only pay with blood!
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the dozens of martial arts masters died. Under the suppression of Zhang Sanfeng's terrifying momentum, no one could escape. They were all like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, staying where they were and waiting for death to come.
Only then did the rest of the people come back to their senses.
Everyone in Wudang looked excited, and when they looked at each other, they could see the joy and excitement in each other's eyes.
As Wudang disciples, the stronger Zhang Sanfeng becomes, the more confident they become, and how proud they are!
Only Mu Daoren looked downcast, staring at the figure that was constantly walking among the masters of the four major forces in the field, wondering what he was thinking.
On the Xichang and Jinyiwei sides, everyone had serious expressions on their faces, and they were all shocked by Zhang Sanfeng's terrifying strength.
Yu Huatian's eyes also showed a hint of solemnity.
Zhang Sanfeng's strength is indeed much stronger than that of Zhu Wuwu and Shangguan Jinhong.
Even if he takes action at this time, he can't see through it at all.
But that powerful force of blood made him feel palpitations.
"Um?!"
Suddenly, looking at the number of people in the field gradually decreasing, Yu Huatian seemed to have thought of something and said quickly: "Wait!"
"Shua——"
Zhang Sanfeng paused, turned to look at Yu Huatian, and said in a deep voice: "They plotted against Pindao, borrowed a knife to kill people, and wanted to kill my little friend. Why do you want me to plead for mercy on their behalf?"
"It's not a plea, it's just that there is one more thing that needs to be done, and they need to be alive."
Yu Huatian shook his head. He took a closer look and found that there were still many people from Ghost Villa left, and felt slightly relieved.
Zhang Sanfeng frowned and said, "What's the matter?"
"Speaking of which, this matter is also related to you Wudang, and my trip to Wudang is also related to this matter."
Yuhuatian said, turned around and looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain. Standing in front of the crowd, wearing a Taoist robe, he looked at the highly respected Taoist Mu, with a chill in his eyes, and said:
"Master Mu, do you still want me to invite you out?"
(End of chapter)
