The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 11

On the square, there are indeed many masters from various gangs and factions.

Not to mention Shenquanmen, Haisha faction, giant whale gang, Wushan faction and other gangs that dominate one side, four of the six major factions with Wudang alone came, and the five elders of Kongtong faction came together. The head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong, was also on the side, followed by two elders, one tall and one short, and the Kunlun School far away in the Western Regions was even dispatched. The head of the school, Mr. Tie Qin, and his wife, Ban Shuxian, were expressionless Let Xi Huazi speak, obviously the visitor is not kind!
On the contrary, the Emei Sect, the Miejue Shitai who is famous in martial arts did not come, only Shitai Jingxuan and Shang Ji Xiaofu and other six disciples came to celebrate his birthday, and gave Zhang Sanfeng a generous gift to express his heart.

Right now except for the Shaolin Temple, all the masters from other sects gathered on Wudang Mountain, together with a group of sect disciples, there were about a thousand people bustling with each other, but it was a rare big scene in the Wulin.

Zhang Cuishan looked at his teacher's birthday banquet, everyone was troubled and felt sad, just as he was about to stand up, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said: "Don't make a sound for now, since you have returned to Wudang, no one can do anything to you No."

After finishing speaking, the great master of martial arts saluted, and said in his mouth: "Infinite Heavenly Sovereign."

This channel number suppressed the noise of more than a thousand people present, and it was clearly heard by everyone.

Undoubtedly, this is a world-shattering skill, even the lion's roar in Shaolin Temple can't do this kind of sound without hurting people.

People with a discerning eye secretly lamented Zhang Sanfeng's high level of martial arts cultivation, while those who are idle in the world felt that Zhang Sanfeng's deep inner strength was definitely beyond their imagination.

There was a moment of silence on the court.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao said: "Everyone came to celebrate my teacher's birthday, everyone in Wudang is grateful, but I hope you will give Wudang a little bit of face, today we only talk about love and moon, regardless of hatred."

Everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was standing beside Song Yuanqiao, they couldn't help showing fear, and no one dared to object for a while.

However, at this moment, the head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong, shook his folding fan, and said with a smile: "The head of Song's words are wrong. You have to wish for your birthday, and you have to do things. Zhang Zhenren is a generation of famous heroes, and all his disciples are outstanding. , Acting aboveboard, how could you want to shield Xie Xun? Wouldn't that be an insult to Wudang's family?"

He paused, glanced at all Wudang disciples, finally stopped his eyes on Zhang Cuishan, and said: "Could it be that Zhang Wuxia wants Wudang to be ashamed because of this, or maybe he thinks that Master Zhang alone can subdue all of us and others?" Can't send masters?"

He openly praised the Wudang faction, but secretly used words to run on Zhang Cuishan and Wudang for collusion with Xie Xun.

Few of the heroes present are so stupid, how can they not understand the meaning of his words, no matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng is, there is only one person, can he kill all the thousands of heroes present? !
At that moment, the crowd clamored again, asking Zhang Cuishan to stand up and give an explanation, telling Xie Xun's whereabouts.

That posture looks like the various factions besieging Zixiao Palace!
The whole Wudang faction was angry and angry, even Zhang Sanfeng's face was not good-looking, anyone who lived a long life and was besieged like this would not feel comfortable.

Xian Yutong laughed again: "Zhang Wuxia, are you determined to be obsessed with your obsession, abandon your reputation in Wudang, and join forces with the devil Xie Xun?"

Zhang Cuishan's face turned blue and red, and it was obvious that his inner emotions were fluctuating greatly.

Just when he was speechless, Li Li walked out in big strides, saying as he walked, "Senior Brother Song, Wuji, let's do something later, please take care of Third Senior Uncle."

A group of heroes from all corners of the world suddenly saw a delicate-looking Taoist approaching the field, and they couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Seeing that it was Mo Li, Song Yuanqiao frowned and was about to stop drinking, but Zhang Sanfeng said: "Let's see, Li'er's martial arts will never suffer."

Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to keep silent, but he was worried about Li Li in his heart, not about others, but about Li Li's blood feud, every piece of furniture was killed by the golden lion king Xie Xun!

The little Taoist who was rarely seen in front of him was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, felt contemptuous, and said with a smile, "What advice do you have, little Taoist?"

With a stern expression on his face, Mo Li walked up to him, saluted, and then said, "Mo Li, a disciple of the third generation of Wudang, please give me your advice, senior."

As soon as this remark came out, all the heroes who came to celebrate their birthdays were stunned.

The head of Huashan, Xian Yutong, is a first-class master who has been famous for a long time. A third-generation disciple wants to challenge him? !

"Master Mo, please don't joke."

Xian Yutong shook his head and smiled, "I'll talk to your elders, you'd better go down."

He didn't take Li Li seriously, he just regarded him as an ignorant stunned young man.

Li Li didn't move, but said again: "Please advise, senior!"

Now the heroes all laughed, a third-generation disciple dared to challenge Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan, this was undoubtedly a very interesting scene, and everyone clamored for Xian Yutong to agree.

Xian Yutong secretly scolded Mo Li for not knowing what was good or bad, but he still kept a smile on his face and said, "Xiao Daoist, let's go down, it won't be beautiful if you get injured later."

Mo Li said expressionlessly: "Are you scared?"

Hearing this, the heroes were stunned, and Xian Yutong was also stunned!
What is this little priest talking about?
The head of Huashan is afraid of him? !

His brain is badly practiced? !
Fuck!Where did this stunner come from!
Xian Yu Tong cursed in his heart, with his temperament, if he hadn't been under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would have used his means to take Li Li's life long ago!
He glanced at the Wudang faction, seeing that no one came out to stop him, he understood in his heart that it would be impossible if he didn't do anything today.

It's just fighting with this little doll, if he wins, he will be bullied by the big, and if he is hurt, he is not good at learning, so it is not worthwhile, but if you don't fight, won't you really be afraid of Wudang? !

After thinking up to this point, Xian Yutong said with a smile: "Forget it, let's train Daxia Song's younger generation today."

He took a few steps forward and said, "Master Mo, please go ahead."

Mo Li remained expressionless, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said, "Look at the sword!"

Zheng!
The long sword chirped softly, like a dragon chant!
In an instant, everyone could only see a ray of cold sword light flashing across the sky like a shooting star. It was dazzling, but it was as fast as lightning. There was a boundless coldness in the sword light, which made people feel cold all over, and it was difficult to give birth to the heart of resistance. !

Master!

This humble disciple of the third generation of Wudang turned out to be a rare master of swordsmanship!

Everyone was shocked, and Xian Yutong was so frightened that his heart rose to his throat!

He didn't take Li Li seriously at first, and he didn't have any precautions at all, but this sword light lit up, piercing the clouds and piercing the wind, and the speed was so fast that it was too late for him to react again!
call out!
As the long sword passed, black hair fluttered all over the sky.

Everyone looked intently, only to see that the head of the famous Huashan sect, the bun on his head had been cut off by a sword, and his hair was disheveled, but he was really embarrassed.

"You are defeated."

Mo Li put the sword back into its sheath, and said with a stern expression.

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(End of this chapter)