"The Changqing Marquis, who is famous all over the world, killed my master, my uncle and my uncle, a total of five people. He destroyed almost all of my Kongtong sect. He was bloody and ruthless, and took away my hundreds of years of Kongtong inheritance!" The main hall of the Wudang Sect was filled with pavilions and jade buildings, cranes were flying together, and medicinal gardens were everywhere. The door to the hall suddenly opened, and a figure stepped forward. He has a childlike face and white hair, and holds a whisk in his hand. He is a little thin, but has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and is peaceful and quiet. "Zhenzhen Zhang is the leader of the righteous path, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang are famous all over the world. Please uphold justice for our Kongtong sect today! Otherwise, the disaster caused by the Kongtong sect today will probably fall on the other five sects in the future!" When the disciple saw this, he quickly bowed and saluted. "The six factions are united, so naturally they will not sit idly by." Zhang Sanfeng came quickly and helped him up with a kind voice. "Zhenzhen Zhang, the Tiedan God Marquis issued an order to eradicate the Kongtong Sect. The leader is Gui Hai Yi Dao. The big merchants are powerful, and we have enmity with the Ming Cult and the Sun and Moon Cult." "I would also like to ask Master Zhang to make a decision. If the great merchant attacks, we and other factions can make a decision." He Taichong asked with his hands raised. Zhang Sanfeng was thinking in his heart.
"I, Wudang, belong to the Great Shang State Religion. A few days ago, I met my disciples Yin Liting and Song Yuanqiao." Behind him are the Seven Heroes of Wudang: Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu. They are all like dragons, with excellent postures, and they are all extraordinary. Yu Daiyan was sitting in a wheelchair, but his eyes were sharp and showed no sign of decadence. Who in the world can have so many disciples, all of whom are famous all over the world, only Wudang Zhang Sanfeng. Yin Liting and Song Yuanqiao stood up and bowed their hands to many martial arts seniors. "The two of us went down the mountain to deliver invitations in the past, and we also met Su Changqing. We were really amazed by his talent and beauty, but we never expected that the Kongtong Sect would be in such trouble today." Song Yuanqiao sighed softly. "Seniors, although I have a master in Wudang, I have only established a sect for more than sixty years. Compared with other major sects, I am still young. You all still need to make a decision together." "No, I'm just a prostitute. Although Zhang Zhenren's sect is only a dozen years old, he has lived for a hundred years. Can't I step in?" Master Miejie was wearing a sea green nun's robe, with a wide waist and wide sleeves, a round collar and a square lapel. She had narrow eyes and a touch of indifference as she cupped her hands. She held a green sword in her hand, and a layer of green energy was faintly emitting from the scabbard. The sword was not out of the sheath, but it made people shudder. There was the word "Yitian" on it. "Master Miejie, what you said is wrong. My master has been in seclusion for decades and has never made a move. He is old and should be taking care of himself. If something happens and his muscles and bones are broken, I, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, will not be able to escape the blame. ” Zhang Cuishan stood up, looked around at everyone, and calmly cupped his hands. My master is getting old...he is taking care of his old age, but his muscles and bones are strained... Everyone present was stunned, and Master Jue's face suddenly darkened. They have inherited it for three generations. The previous generation of leader died long ago, and Zhang Sanfeng is still the leader. Zhu ignored the rumors in the world that the martial arts saint in the world had just been recognized by the world after fighting with Su Changqing at Yunlong Lake and shattering the top of a mountain. And Zhang Sanfeng is absolutely recognized as the Martial Saint. As early as thirty years ago, there was not a single demon in the martial arts world.
Why? Because at that time Zhang Sanfeng was invincible in the world. It is recognized that he is absolutely invincible. The Ming Cult and the Sun and Moon Cult are just small sects and do not have the current climate. "Zhang Wuxia has a sharp tongue. As a female, I dare not say anything. I heard that when you disappeared a few years ago, you disappeared with the Sky Eagle Sect Yin Susu and the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun. Is it true or not?" Extinction sneered. Zhang Cuishan frowned and was about to speak. But Song Yuanqiao stood up and said calmly: "Master Tai, this matter has nothing to do with today's events. The Dizi Division besieged the Kongtong Sect. It was originally a matter of Guihai's sword. He killed Qilinzi, Shaolin Liaokong and others." "Exactly." The other five heroes of Wudang all spoke calmly and looked at Master Miejie. Zhang Cuishan has gone through countless hardships and dangers and has just returned. You didn't bully him. "Good...good...what a Wudang Seven Heroes," Miejie was shocked and said coldly. "Then tell me how to deal with the Kongtong sect!" "If your Emei faction dares to take the lead and kill Dashang, I, Wudang, will follow closely behind!" Zhang Cuishan looked at each other and laughed. "Okay, everyone, please stop arguing, Mr. Zhang. In my opinion, our six major factions are in the same spirit. Su Changqing is now a noble lord, so naturally we can't do anything. Guihai's sword is the culprit. I can wait but I can move.” He Taichong slightly cupped his hands and looked at the crowd. "Moreover, when you correct your mistakes, you should correct the Lord. How can you implicate other innocent people?" "Exactly, Su Changqing has a close relationship with me in Buddhism, has great Buddha nature, and has cultivated my Buddhist golden body." The four great monks looked at each other, clasped their hands together, and said calmly. The surviving true disciple of the Kongtong Sect looked at this group of distinguished sects with bitter eyes. But it was Su Changqing who killed the five elders of Kongtong... who killed them one after another. "A group of carriages came down the mountain. There was a young man in white who started fighting with the three masters who were chasing them." "That young master is really awesome. Even if he fights one against three, he won't fall behind." "Could it be that Marquis Changqing is here?" Miejie was horrified and asked quickly. "No, that person is Nan Murong, Murong Fu from Yanziwu, Suzhou, Jiangnan!" Danjiang County is originally from the Jiangnan region. Everyone came to the mountainside and looked down, and sure enough they saw Murong Fu alone, with a face like a crown jewel and a sword radiating in all directions.
He was guarding a large carriage behind him. He was alone, fighting against three martial arts masters, using various methods and stunning the world. "Oh my God, Murong fought against three Tiangang alone, Dong Changqing, Bei Qiaofeng, and Nan Murong. He ranked last, but he was so amazing." "What kind of peerless person is the world-famous Su Changqing?" Miejue was also shocked. He stroked the green sword in his hand and felt a little regretful. "Today, it's my turn to be famous all over the world! God helps me, Murong, and specially sent three fools for me to kill!" Murong Fu's eyes were sharp, and he looked coldly at the three people in front of him. He also noticed the group of people on the mountainside. They were all martial arts heroes and masters of major sects. He deliberately caused a big fluctuation here to achieve his goal. These three people almost consumed most of their true energy on the road! Nan Murong, Dong Changqing, Bei Qiaofeng! Thinking of being famous all over the world and restoring the country! His temperament has completely changed at this moment. He is extremely talented, murderous, and his hair is flying. "Today, with the blood of you three, I will establish the restoration of the Murong clan!" ……………… Two figures stood in the distance, hiding their bodies and saying nothing. Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, scanning everyone present, checking the script. Jiumozhi stared at Murong Fu and praised softly: "This man's fighting spirit is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When he is strong, he can match me, but when he is weak, he is vulnerable."