The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Every step on this road is in exchange for life.

After fighting hard for a long time, I finally came to Zuowang Peak.

At this time, most of the Mingjiao had been killed or injured, Yang Xiao and others were wounded all over their bodies, they hurriedly performed lightness kung fu and fled down the mountain.

Zuowang Peak was extremely precipitous, and the Mongolian army that was chasing after it, many of them lost their footing, fell into the abyss, and finally dared not chase anymore.

Escape Ascension!

Fleeing down the mountain in a hurry, Yang Xiao bandaged the arrow wound on his arm and ordered people to lighten the number of people.

Mingjiao originally had [-] disciples, but after the battle just now, only [-] survived.

Yang Xiao remained silent.

Wei Yixiao, Yin Tianzheng, and the five scattered people all had sad faces.

Some disciples were already crying secretly, making the atmosphere even more bleak.

"kill!!"

Just when everyone was resting and rectifying, there was a sudden loud shouting and killing around them.

Red scarves and banners suddenly appeared from the surrounding forests, one by one, armed with long knives and wearing red scarves, the rebels rushed from the bushes and headed straight for Yang Xiao and the others.

"It's Zhang Shicheng's rebel army!"

"Oops! This is really bad!"

Zhou Dian turned pale with shock.

Yang Xiao gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that he had just rushed out of the encirclement of the Mongolian soldiers and was surrounded by rebels. Such a situation was a dead end.

rumbling...

The tide of eight thousand rebels came, Yang Xiao and others fought the enemy with wounds, fought and retreated, suffering unspeakably, Mingjiao's casualties became even more tragic.

At the time of danger, Yin Tianzheng took a step forward and shouted loudly: "The disciples of Tianying Sect obey the order, follow the old man to stay behind, and let the disciples of Ming Sect withdraw first!"

"Subordinates obey!"

Hearing the leader's order, all the disciples of Tianying Sect came out and stood beside Yin Tianzheng.

These people are all masters in the sect, there are more than [-] people in total, everyone has a tragic look on their faces, they regard death as home, and are ready to sacrifice generously at any time.

"How dare you resist when you are about to die!"

A commanding general in a red robe saw that the opponent was still resisting, and immediately shouted, "Kill me!"

kill! ! !

The rebel army under his command rushed over like a tide, and became even more crazy.

……

Hubei, Wudang sect.

The golden afterglow of the setting sun shone into the doors and windows of Zhenwu Hall, leaving patches of bright golden light on the roof of the hall, making the hall suddenly resplendent.

Zhang Sanfeng, with gorgeous hair, sat high on the throne of the sect master, his long white eyebrows swaying slightly, and with a smile in his eyes, he patiently listened to the report of His Highness's disciple.

"Master, Han Chen, head of the Emei School, has arrived at the foot of the mountain and is walking up the mountain."

In the center of the majestic hall, the little Taoist boy in a gray Taoist robe stood respectfully and reported the truth to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Very well, you go down."

"Yes, Master."

With Zhang Sanfeng's permission, Xiao Daotong retreated respectfully, and his short figure disappeared at the entrance of the main hall.

"Hehe, this young man of the Emei Sect is the leader, and the old Taoist has been a master for a long time."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up slowly, stroking his white beard, and said with a smile: "Yuanqiao, Lianzhou, Songxi Liting, Shenggu, I will welcome the distinguished guests as my teacher."

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's order, the Wudang Five Heroes who had been waiting for a long time all agreed immediately.

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng, who was dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe, walked out of the Zhenwu Hall with smooth steps and a smile on his face.The Five Heroes of Wudang followed his footsteps, walked down the mountain, and greeted Han Chen with great momentum.

Although Han Chen was not very old, he was the head of the Emei Sect. Zhang Sanfeng greeted him in person because of his status. One was out of courtesy, and the other was curiosity about Han Chen.

Soon, the master and apprentice came to the mountainside.

Looking up, I saw a young man dressed in white snowy white clothes, with an ancient sword hanging from his waist, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, elegant like a fairy, walking up the mountain step by step on the Songxia path in front of him.

You don't need to ask to know that this boy is Han Chen.

"What a handsome young man!"

Zhang Sanfeng secretly praised it in his heart, and at the same time, he also noticed the woman in the yellow shirt beside Han Chen.

The woman in the yellow shirt had a cold temperament and an unusually fair complexion. She seemed to have lived in a dark room for a long time and had no blood.

"Her eyes..."

Seeing the eyes of the woman in the yellow shirt, Zhang Sanfeng was slightly taken aback.

I just feel that I can vaguely see the shadow of my old friend.

Chapter 117: Three Thousand Avenues, A Cup of Tea! (1/3)

Ok?

Halfway up the mountain, Han Chen seemed to have noticed something, and raised his head to look up.

"Is this Zhang Sanfeng?"

There were only five people, Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting, surrounded by an old man.

This old man was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, holding a whisk, white hair and beard, and even two long eyebrows were snow-white.

"Worthy of being a master of Taoism, he is as extraordinary as a fairy!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's demeanor with his own eyes, Han Chen couldn't help but nodded slightly in his heart. Among the masters of the rivers and lakes he met, no one had ever been so eloquent.

Whoosh!

Tapping the bluestone mountain road with the tip of his toe, Han Chen turned into a white light and shot towards the mountain gracefully.

Emei's light work is as agile as the wind.

"What a handsome Qinggong!"

Seeing Han Chen's brisk movement, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up.After just a few breaths, Han Chen came in front of everyone.

"Han Chen from the Emei faction is invited to worship the mountain!"

Coming in front of the crowd, he raised his eyes to look around the Five Heroes of Wudang, and finally landed on Zhang Sanfeng. Han Chen smiled and cupped his hands.

Zhang Sanfeng's white hair was fluttering, he bowed his hands back, and then said with a smile: "Master Han's martial arts are outstanding, the veteran has heard of them for a long time, and seeing them today, he is indeed extraordinary."

"Really Zhang won the prize."

Han Chen smiled faintly, "A real person's merits and good fortune are famous all over the world, and I have heard about it for a long time."

Right now.

call out!

A graceful light-yellow shadow fell lightly beside Han Chen, as graceful as a frightened bird.

The woman in the yellow shirt came in front of the crowd, her cool and beautiful eyes swept across the Wudang Five Heroes, and finally settled on Zhang Sanfeng.

"What an elegant movement!" Song Yuanqiao was secretly startled.

"You are so young, yet you have such a tyrannical aura!" Yu Lianzhou's face was shocked.

"At least it's the fifth level of innate realm, maybe it's the sixth level of innate level!" Zhang Songxi gasped.

Zhang Sanfeng had been curious about the woman in the yellow shirt for a long time, when she came to him, he naturally looked at her carefully, only felt that this woman was peerless, with icy muscles and bones, and she was more certain about the previous guess.

Turning his head to look at Han Chen, Zhang Sanfeng said in a harmonious voice: "I don't know the girl's surname is Gao, head of Han, can you recommend me. 々."

"This is Miss Yang, a friend of Han."

Han Chen looked at Zhang Sanfeng, then at the woman in the yellow shirt, and gave a brief introduction.

Surname Yang!

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up, and he became more determined.

However, he also knows that this guess is too bold. It is inconvenient to ask in detail when we meet for the first time. People who cultivate the Tao follow their fate. If it is really like guessing, they will only know in the future.

The woman in the yellow shirt looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and nodded calmly, as a greeting.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and smiled in response.

Song Yuanqiao said with a smile on his face: "Master Han, Miss Yang, you two have worked hard all the way, Wudang has already prepared fragrant tea, and I invite you two to drive to the main hall, and let me wait as a landlord."

"It's so good, then there's work."

Han Chen cupped his fists and smiled.

Running all the way, I am indeed a little thirsty.

At that moment, under the welcome of everyone in Wudang, Han Chen and the woman in the yellow shirt stepped up to the top of Wudang Mountain side by side, and after passing through two courtyards, they came to the Zhenwu Hall.

At this time, it was the moment when the sun was setting.

In Zhenwu Hall, everyone sat down as guest and host.

Cranes made of bronze stood on both sides of the main hall. On the long beaks of the cranes, copper lamps were held in their mouths. Coordinating with the glazed lamps hanging on the ceiling, they went up and down, full of Taoism, illuminating the hall. It is resplendent, solemn and magnificent.

"Master Han, Miss Yang, this tea is deeply loved by my family and teachers."

Under the main hall, Song Yuanqiao stood in front of Han Chen and made two cups of tea one after another, one for Han Chen and one for the girl in yellow.

"You two may wish to taste it carefully, it has a special taste."

Song Yuanqiao said with a smile, put down the teapot, then turned around and stepped back, standing quietly beside Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng was sitting opposite Han Chen, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking at Han Chen quietly, seeing Han Chen taking a sip, he smiled and said:

"How does Head Han feel about this tea?"