In the world of comprehensive martial arts, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, thousands of martial arts men with powerful auras and burly and strong bodies are arrayed.
Although it was a rough place, there was actually a sense of team spirit when they were together in one place.
And on top of a giant treasure carriage with sixteen people, a man with eyebrows as sharp as knives and a hawk-like gaze was hugging two beauties and looking at the famous mountain sect in front of him that had suppressed the world for nearly a hundred years.
On Wudang Mountain, in the Zixiao Palace, a feminine man wearing a white clown suit with thick white powder on his face was shaking the wooden fan in his hand and smiling coquettishly at the people in the palace.
"What Leader Xiong means is that in the future, Wudang Mountain will be changed to Wudang Hall, and our Tianxiahui will send someone to serve as the leader. All disciples in Wudang Hall should obey the orders of Tianxiahui and go to suppress dissent from all sides for the gang leader."
"Also...the Dugu Spirit Sword in Wudang Mountain, the Patriarch's Picture Wall, and the Bronze Palace on the top of the mountain must all be dedicated to the gang leader."
"If you don't comply, there will be no chickens or dogs left on Wudang Mountain." Every time the feminine man said something, the faces of the Taoists in the hall became a little ugly. By the time he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire Zixiao Palace had become extremely stiff.
An old Taoist said angrily: "Thirty years ago, if my Wudang Patriarch Yuan Gong hadn't intervened to save the world from the calamity caused by the Fire Cloud Evil God, how would there be any room for clowns like you to act recklessly in Wudang now?"
The feminine man chuckled and said, "As you said, Taoist Master Baiyun, that was thirty years ago. Now times have changed, and the Fire Cloud Evil God who brought trouble to the world is dead. You, Mr. Yuan of Wudang Mountain, are only afraid of being seriously injured and dying, so why don't you still What confidence do you have?"
"The golden dragon is trapped in the evil world, the winged tiger is far away in the Western Region and has opened its own door, and has long been alienated from you Wudang. The divine turtle has Mount Sumeru on its back and has too much time to take care of itself."
"The Golden-winged Eagle fought seven times with the gang leader, and was defeated in all seven battles. Does it still have the strength to fight again?"
What the feminine man said is all true.
If this were not the case, no matter how arrogant Xiongba was, he would not dare to take Wudang's advice.
"You guys are just...killing them all, aren't you afraid that I, the founder of Wudang, will come back one day to settle accounts with you?" An old Taoist who was over 100 years old and had seen the Wudang sect during its most prosperous period said angrily. .
The feminine man smiled even more cheerfully, and even touched the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Then he said in a cold tone: "Shaolin said the same thing at the beginning..."
"From today on, you must obey whether you are a Wudang warrior or not. The world of martial arts changes masters every thirty years. Your Wudang has been famous for nearly a hundred years. Now... it's time to die."
In the Zixiao Palace, many Taoists clenched the swords in their hands, eager to draw their swords and chop this effeminate man with bulging lips and tongue into several pieces.
But they all hesitated to take action.
This feminine man doesn't matter, but the leader of the Tianxiahui at the foot of the mountain is the dominant figure in the martial arts world today.
Originally, the Three Points of Gui Yuan Qi in one hand was enough to be regarded as the only one in the world. Later, I don’t know where I learned the Six-Destroy Sword Twenty-Three, and merged it with the Demon Sword Sword Technique to form the Seven Demon Sword Master’s Styles. Now I have conquered the world. Encounter an enemy.
There are even rumors that this person has reached the heights of the former Wudang founder Zhang Sanfeng.
If heaven had not been higher and the world had not been vaster at this time, he would have been able to talk to heaven and persuade heaven to make progress just like Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng did in the past.
"Cough cough cough...!"
"Wudang has always been proud since its founder founded the sect. Even if the whole sect is destroyed, he will never surrender and kneel down." Amidst the coughs, a short and thin figure with sparse white hair on his head was seen, wearing a shawl. Wearing a Taoist robe and wielding an ancient sword with pine patterns, he slowly walked out from the back of the hall.
Beside him, there were two Taoist boys supporting him.
It seemed that it was already difficult to even walk on his own.
The feminine man was about to say something sarcastic, but was suddenly sucked out by a strong wind.
In an instant, Xiong Ba, who was still at the foot of the mountain, appeared in Zixiao Palace, taking the place of the feminine man just now.
"You are a latecomer, and I have met Mr. Yuan!" Xiongba said to the old ape who was being supported.
But the old ape was coughing and couldn't stop for a moment.
He had obviously suffered severe internal injuries.
"I heard that Mr. Yuan's swordsmanship is the best in the world. Sword Master Wuming, Dugujian, Sword God Ximen Chuixue, and Xie Xiaofeng were all defeated by your sword."
"Xiong is not talented, and I really want to ask you for advice." After Xiongba finished speaking, he had already begun to release his extremely powerful aura.
The aura locked onto the entire Zixiao Palace, and it only took a moment to kill most of the Taoists in the Zixiao Palace.
The Taoists in the main hall were silent and did not dare to say anything.
As the top sect in the world, Wudang has been famous for hundreds of years, and has also been targeted for hundreds of years.
Time after time the world merges, time after time Wudang takes the lead, practices personally, has the courage to take responsibility, and walks in front of many martial arts comrades.
Suppress a large number of dangers that are harmful to the world.
Although it has created Wudang's prestige, it has also consumed Wudang's foundation from its inception to the present day.
As for the rising star... don't mention it!
Maybe it's bad luck, or maybe there are too many evil hands targeting him secretly.
Every time Wudang focuses on cultivating future leaders, they will fall into evil ways. In the end, they will either be hunted down by Wudang or expelled from the sect.
Song Qingshu, Fu Yushu, Zhuo Yihang, Mu Daoren... were all the future hopes of the Wudang Sect, but after a brief period of shining, they all declined and faded at a faster rate.
There was also a Yun Feiyang halfway through, but it was a pity that it was missed.
Although he still retains some friendship with Wudang, he has long since lived in seclusion and no longer interferes with the affairs of the world.
With no successors and only a few old guys to support it, how long can it last?
Of course, there is another ultimate reason, and that is... these 'pillars' of Wudang, they are not strong enough.
If they are strong enough, they should be able to suppress them for more than a hundred years, instead of withering away after encountering some 'tests'.
Yuan Bupo looked at the ancient pine pattern sword in his hand.
The soul of the sword demon in the sword never responded after the last battle with the Fire Cloud Evil God.
Now facing a tyrant as difficult as the Fire Cloud Evil God, Yuan Bupo knew that he might only have the last chance to strike.
It's just that this sword can't kill the tyrant.
It's like giving the other person a ride.
Not only did he give the other party nearly a century of fame.
He even showed his entire swordsmanship knowledge to the opponent completely and without any mistakes, allowing the devil to further improve his cultivation.
"That's it!"
"I only have one sword, which was taught by my former mentor. Today, I would like to invite the leader of the Xiong Gang to take a look at it."
"Let's see, Leader Xiong. After a hundred years, he may have learned a lot from his former mentor." As Yuan Bupo spoke, his originally rickety figure gradually straightened up.
The originally intermittent breath also became thick and sharp, as if it was about to tear the hall apart and pierce the sky.
This kind of momentum is absolutely unusual.
Many Taoists in the main hall showed sad expressions.
Because they know very well that Yuan Bupo, who chooses to release his last breath, will be exhausted once he uses this sword.
At this point, the pillar of Wudang Sect has completely collapsed.
