I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 53 Song Yuanqiao: Go and scratch Zhang Wuji's waist

Zhu Yuanzhang was able to become an emperor from a beggar. Although he has a vicious side, he definitely has a heroic spirit.

He only felt a surge of enthusiasm in his head, and without thinking, he said loudly: "Senior Yang, don't worry, Zhu Yuanzhang will fulfill his mission!"

Zhu Yuanzhang bid farewell to Yang Gui, and followed Zhou Yunwu and Jinhua Yinye to dispatch troops down the mountain.

Zhang Wuji was alone, so he left as soon as he said, and rushed directly to Mingjiao.

It took two days for Wudang to clean up. Song Yuanqiao led Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu to dispatch. Song Qingshu said that he wanted to practice Taoism and didn't want to go, but Song Yuanqiao put on his father's airs and beat him up, so he had to go.

"Brother, I want to eat the fairy peaches from West Kunlun, please bring me some when you come back."

A five or six-year-old girl tugged on Song Qingshu's sleeve and shook it.

This is the trumpet practiced by Song Yuanqiao and his wife after Song Qingshu practiced Taoism, named Song Jiaxiu.After the little princess of Wudang was born, she became the apple of everyone's eye. Not to mention that the three members of Song Yuanqiao's family loved her very much, even other people also doted on this little girl.

Song Qingshu looked at his sister dumbfounded, "Little sister, there are no fairy peaches in Kunlun, they are all lies."

"It's not a lie, brother Wuji told me himself!"

Song Jiaxiu's baby-fat face was full of reverence, "Brother Wuji said that there are fairy apes and fairy peaches in Kunlun, and those who eat them can live as long as Grand Master. Brother Wuji is the most powerful, he will definitely not lie to me!"

Song Qingshu said helplessly: "What is the master's cultivation level, even if the livestock become spirits, can he compare with the master? What's more, the road to Kunlun is so far away that even peaches can't be preserved."

"Impossible, I don't believe it. Brother Wuji has already said that next time he comes back, he will bring me fairy peaches." Song Jiaxiu puffed his cheeks, "It's not good, big brother, don't bring me peaches. Brother Wuji is better. Xiuxiu doesn't like big brother anymore, Xiuxiu likes brother Wuji!"

?

Song Qingshu slowly put out a question mark.

Zhang Wuji, what the hell did you say to my sister!
His reaction now is no different from seeing a yellow fur riding a will-o'-the-wisp trying to abduct his sister with a lollipop to do something strange.

"Junior Brother Wuji, I still remember the time when you defeated me back then. I want to see if your Nine Suns Divine Art can hold up to my Pure Yang Wuji Art!"

Song Qingshu, who originally didn't want to go down the mountain, ran faster than a rabbit, and rushed to the front of the Wudang camp.

"Qing Shu, Qing Shu, what are you doing running so fast?" Song Yuanqiao shouted dissatisfiedly from behind.

Song Qingshu turned around and told his father.

"What! There is such a thing?" Song Yuanqiao's face was full of seriousness: "My fifth younger brother left early, and there is only one child left alone. He is like my own son. When Xiuxiu grows up, marrying Wuji will be considered as a closer relationship between us. What are you children doing!"

Instead, he secretly whispered to Song Qingshu: "Qingshu, you come to me in the middle of the night tonight, and teach you the 'Tiger Claw Extinct Hand' for your father. This is the proud work of your second uncle, even gold and iron can't hold your claws."

Walking on the road, Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a chill in his waist for no reason.

Thinking of his past encounters in Kunlun, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Time passed quickly, and everything was in full swing.

The six major factions gathered in the Kunlun Sect, followed the path through the mountains, and arrived at the main altar of Mingjiao, where they began to attack the mountain from all directions.

The original works of the Mingjiao people could not stop the sudden attack of the six major factions, not to mention that at this time Zhu Yuanzhang had already left in advance with some people he could mobilize.

The Mingjiao at the foot of the mountain retreated steadily, and the top Mingjiao leaders were still fighting among themselves.

Wu Sanren and Wei Yixiao came to the main altar of Guangmingding, and started fighting without even speaking a few words with Yang Xiao.

Six people beat one of them, but they couldn't beat them.

Just these few bastards, who want strategy but no strategy, want martial arts but no martial arts, and are embarrassed to refuse to accept Yang Xiao as the leader. At this moment, the first thought of these trash is to fight for power and profit.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao became even more angry, thinking that if the enemy was not present, Mingjiao would be overthrown in an instant, and he would have to beat a few of them with harsh hands.

Fortunately, Leng Qian probably has a clear mind because of his cold temperament.He was the first to react and said: "Congratulations! No malice, please stop fighting."

After all, Yang Xiao was also concerned with the Ming Cult, seeing that they voluntarily succumbed, he laughed and said, "Brother Wei, scattered people, let me say one, two, three, everyone withdraw their palms at the same time to avoid accidental injury!" Seeing that Wei Yixiao and Zhou Dian nodded, he slowly shouted: "One, two, three!"

As soon as the word "three" was uttered, Yang Xiao put away the magic skill of "Great Teleportation of the Universe", suddenly his back felt cold, and a sharp finger poked at the Shendao acupoint on his back.Yang Xiao was taken aback: "The Bat King is so vicious, he took advantage of the situation to attack."

He originally thought that he would surely die because of his carelessness, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel the icy cold force approaching him.

Looking back, he found that Zhang Wuji was holding the finger of a man in a gray cloth robe. Judging by the degree of distortion, it was already broken.

"Brother Zhang." Yang Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you for saving me."

Wu Sanren and Wei Yixiao were also almost attacked, and they looked at Zhang Wuji with lingering fear.

Wei Yixiao asked hoarsely: "Yang Zuoshi, who is this little brother?"

"Next Zhang Wuji." Zhang Wuji nodded, "He is Yang Zuoshi's friend, the White-browed Eagle King is my grandfather, and the Golden-haired Lion King is my adoptive father."

Zhang Wuji came down from Wudang Mountain, changed horses one after another, and rushed to Kunlun Mountain. When he reached the mountainous area, he abandoned his horse and ran wildly.With his martial arts at this time, galloping on the steep Kunlun Mountain road is even faster than riding a horse.

He was the first to arrive at Zuowang Peak, and told Yang Xiao the news that the six factions had besieged Guangmingding.

But Yang Xiao is quite conceited. First, he doesn't believe that the six major sects can unite to attack Mingjiao, and secondly, he also has the confidence to fight against the six major sects.

What's more, Zhang Wuji was a Wudang disciple in his eyes, so how could the news he brought be credible?

Yang Xiao treated Zhang Wuji with courtesy, provided him with delicious food and drink, but refused to let him participate in the defense affairs.When the news of Zhengdao attacking the mountain came, he personally went to Guangmingding to take command, but left Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui at Zuowangfeng, with a hint of rejection.

If he hadn't fought against Zhang Wuji, he knew that his martial arts skills were too high, and he even wanted to put Zhang Wuji under house arrest.

But Zhang Wuji has a kind heart after all, seeing that the Ming Cult could not resist, he still brought Yang Buhui all the way to Guangmingding to help.

As soon as he found out Yang Xiao's room and went in, he saw an old monk about to attack him from behind.

Wu Sanren and Wei Yixiao originally thought that this was an expert Yang Xiao had found for help, but Zhang Wuji's eyes became complicated as soon as Zhang Wuji reported himself.

The gray-clothed monk was unwilling to let him go without a fight, his right hand was caught by Zhang Wuji, and he punched him with his left fist.With a punch, there was a sound of wind, thunder and thunder in the air.

Even if Zhang Wuji was like this, with a casual swipe, the gray-clothed monk hit his chest with his left fist, with a "click", broke several bones, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

People in the Ming Cult shouted and cursed: "Shameless villain, sneak attack from behind!"

Zhang Wuji, however, stared at the gray-clothed monk with surprise eyes that picked up 2000 million yuan while walking on the road, with a half-smile: "Piliquan, you are Cheng Kun!"

(End of this chapter)