The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

And the heads of the Kunlun and Kongtong sects looked at Wudang sect and Shaolin sect with some displeasure.

On the other hand, Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang faction shook his head at this moment, "Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Guangming, really lives up to his name. Even at this moment, there is no trace of provocation."

After Song Yuanqiao poured out his thoughts, Yang Xiao chuckled lightly and didn't hide it, but looked at the leaders of the Kunlun and Kongtong sects with disdain, "I didn't expect these two idiots to participate in the destruction of my Mingjiao. It's sad. Ridiculous!"

"Hmph, so much nonsense when you are about to die." Provocation by Yang Xiao, He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, snorted coldly, and immediately raised his sword and rushed towards Yang Xiao.

Seeing this, the five elders of the Kongtong faction (bffc) also came to kill the white-browed Eagle King who was beside Yang Xiao.

"No"

This is also the case, from the five major sects, a lightly dressed man with a handsome face jumped out from behind. Although he was also at the peak of the innate realm like the Kongtong Five Elders and He Taichong, his speed was a bit faster. He came from behind and stopped in front of the White-browed Eagle King and Yang Xiao. kuuhuu

Seeing this man, all the exterminations behind him gave a soft "Hey", but Song Yuanqiao was even more surprised when he felt that the method used by this man before was their Wudang top-grade light kung fu "Ti Yun Zong".

Juejue glanced at Zhou Zhiruo who was beside him without showing any trace, and saw that there was no other expression on his face except surprise, so he nodded secretly.

He Taichong and the five elders of Kongtong didn't know the basics of this man who was dressed in ordinary clothes and didn't know the basics, so they also stopped.

As for the Shaolin faction, Cheng Kun's expression turned cold when he saw the man who was thrusting out at this critical point, wishing he could stretch out his hand and strangle the man who stood in front of Yang Xiao and the others to death.

"Boy, who are you, you dare to stop us?" He Taichong looked at the man coldly and asked.

After pondering for a moment, the man hesitated for a while, then involuntarily glanced at Zhou Zhiruo over there.

In the end, he said in a deep voice: "Junior Zhang Wuji, dare to ask all seniors to stop."

"Zhang Wuji? He turned out to be Zhang Wuji?"

"Didn't Zhang Wuji die from the Xuanming God's palm? Why is he still alive now?"

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Song Yuanqiao was certain in his heart, and then he was overjoyed, "It turned out to be Wuji, Wuji is not dead."

After finishing speaking, the other senior brothers around him also nodded, with joy on their faces.

On the contrary, Taoist Mu, although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were icy cold.

He Taichong and the Five Elders of Kongtong knew that they dared to stand out at this juncture, they must be extraordinary people, but they did not expect that the man in front of them would be Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Cuishan, a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang sect.

But even so, in front of several other major sects, Mingjiao is involved, so what if they are members of the Wudang sect?

Immediately, He Taichong sneered and said, "Even if you are Zhang Wuji, what will happen? Everyone in the Demon Sect will be punished if they get it. Could it be that you still want to protect them?"

Zhang Wuji's face froze, and then he said in a serious voice: "Seniors, the enmity between the five major sects and the Mingjiao these years is actually not caused by Mingjiao on purpose, but someone else's instigation."

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd, put it where Shaolin was, and said coldly: "This man's common name is Cheng Kun, he is the master of my adoptive father, the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun. Yuanzhen from previous generations, this time..."

"Huangkou kid, you actually slandered my uncle Yuanzhen."

But before Zhang Wuji finished speaking, a Shaolin monk rushed out from behind, and then rushed towards Zhang Wuji, his right leg was like a knife, and rushed towards Zhang Wuji with bursts of coldness.

Zhang Wuji was startled when he saw this, he didn't dare to be careless, he gathered the Jiuyang zhenqi in his body to deal with it confusedly, after the blow, both of them took a few steps back.

After Zhang Wuji stabilized his figure, he quickly said: "Master, please slow down, everything Wuji said is true."

"Nonsense, my Uncle Yuanzhen has been in seclusion for many years, and this time I don't know anything about Mingjiao. You can slander me, Shaolin Qingyu." Seeing this, the monk shouted coldly.

When Song Yuanqiao and others heard the words, they also said: "Wuji, do you have evidence for what you say?"

"Uncle, although Wuji has no evidence, Wuji has indeed heard all this with his own ears." Seeing Song Yuanqiao speak, Zhang Wuji replied quickly.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao felt a little bit troubled, although he believed Zhang Wuji's words in his heart, but the other four sects couldn't be like Wudang.

"Oh? What evidence do you want?" Just as Zhang Wuji was anxious and the swords on both sides were at war, a calm but casual voice sounded from behind.

Hearing this voice that made him think about it day and night, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Song Qingshu, who was beside Song Yuanqiao, saw the lunar calendar in his eyes, with a little sense of fear.

Chapter [-] Extermination of the Hope Derived from the Heart

Hearing the voice from behind the crowd, everyone couldn't help turning around to look. (—)

As the eyes moved to the rear, they saw the first man with a handsome face that could make all the men on the mountain look pale.

While walking, his expression was indifferent, and he shook the plain white folding fan lightly in his hand. Every move carried a strong scent of books.

Beside him is a beautiful woman who is as beautiful as a flower, with a little tenderness and youth in her beauty.

Behind him are two equally beautiful women, one on the left and the other on the right. The one on the left is holding a luxurious machete that is golden in color and decorated with luxurious agate.

The ones on the left and right are carrying a simple and antique, but it is a long and narrow piano case.

The people behind him each have their own style, with their own power.

While he was walking, he seemed to have completely failed to see that there were thousands of people in the martial arts forest in front of him.

No matter which person's face, there is no panic at all.

His footsteps are neither fast nor slow, just like walking through the street.

However, after seeing Chu Heng and his party, those warriors from the five major sects standing in front of them and those second- and third-rate warriors who mixed in and contributed to the siege of Guangmingding this time, after seeing Chu Heng and his party, they were indifferent to Chu Heng and others. Power and influence, involuntarily separated, to make way.

Seeing Chu Heng walking slowly from behind, even though it was not the first time they met, Song Yuanqiao had to give a soft compliment, "It's a pity to give birth to Chu Heng! It's a pity, a pity."