Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

Zhang Sanfeng continued to practice one move at a time.

Grab the sparrow's tail.

Single whip.

Raise your hand.

White crane with bright wings.

After one time, Zhang Sanfeng wanted to ask the disciple how much he remembered.

At this moment, in the front of the Sanqing Hall, an old and long voice came from a distance: "Zhang Sanfeng, since he can't shrink his head, let's kill his disciples and grandsons first."

Another rough voice said: "Okay! Let's set a fire first, burn this Taoist temple and then talk about it."

Another sharp voice said: "Burn Laodao to death, it will be cheap for him, let's capture him, tie him to various sects and parade to show the crowd, let everyone see, this martial arts master looks like he is old and not dead, haha. Ha ha."

This place is more than two miles away from the Sanqing Palace.

But the voice of the other party can be clearly transmitted here, which shows the strength and depth of his inner strength.

Yu Daiyan was furious when he heard this, and was about to scold.

However, Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "Daiyan, the timing is not right, it is important to preserve my Wudang heritage, remember, remember."

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng said again: "Let's go to the front and meet these experts of the demon sect for a while."

Go forward first.

Although he was seriously injured, he could only see the demeanor of a sect master.

Zhang Wuji watched with admiration, is this his great master?Sure enough, the master style is full!

Zhang Wuji was at the back, holding Yu Daiyan on his back, and thought to himself, "It must be a Tartar posing as a member of my Ming Cult, but I don't know how many Tartars came at this time."

Wait until you reach the Sanqing Palace.

But I saw a large group of people standing in the Sanqing Hall, about three or four hundred people.

These people just spit out foul language and insulted Zhang Sanfeng.

However, after seeing Zhang Sanfeng himself, all of them suddenly kept silent like tortoises with their heads shrunk, and set their eyes on Zhang Sanfeng with fear flashing in their eyes.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng was famous, and in an era of mega martial arts, facing such a figure, it is impossible to say that he is not worried.

Zhang Sanfeng appeared.

Immediately, the hall of Sanqing became silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Zhang Wuji looked up at this group of people, but saw that about half of them were dressed in the costumes of the Ming Cult members, and there were some other leaders, each dressed differently.

At this moment, someone outside the door shouted: "The leader is here!"

When everyone in the Sanqing Hall heard this, they quickly moved away from both sides respectfully.

The dozen or so people at the head were the first to come out of the hall to greet them, and the rest quickly followed behind.

But for a moment.

Except for Zhang Sanfeng and his party, the Sanqing Hall, which was originally under the pressure, actually walked clean.

then.

The footsteps of more than ten people sounded.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly looked, but saw a young son, surrounded by a group of heroes.

But when Zhang Wuji saw the young man's face clearly, he suddenly showed a look of surprise: "So it's her?"

On that day, they met a group of Tartars who were bullying Han women on the way, and the leader Qin Fan slaughtered a group of Tartar soldiers in a fit of anger.

On that day, I met this person and her eight mighty subordinates.

Later, he wanted to invite Qin Fan, but was rejected by Qin Fan.

Zhang Wuji also learned from Qin Fan that this person turned out to be a woman.

Seeing the support of the heroes this time, Zhang Wuji was startled and said, "Could it be that she is manipulating behind the scenes? What exactly is her identity?"

Just when Zhang Wuji's thoughts were flying, Zhao Min walked to the center of Sanqing Hall.

She folded the folding fan in her hand, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, bowed slightly and said, "Qin Fan, the leader of the Late Ming Sect, has met Zhang Zhenren."

Zhang Sanfeng saw at a glance that Zhao Min was disguised as a man, and felt strange in her heart. How could the leader of the demon sect be such a young and beautiful girl?

Doubtful.

However, since the other party is the leader of a sect, regardless of enemies or friends, the etiquette cannot be waived, and now he folded his [-] to return the salute: "I don't know that the sect leader is coming, but I haven't been far away to welcome you, please forgive me!"

Zhao Min folded the fan and clapped his palm: "It's easy to say, easy to say."

The words were very casual, as if he didn't take Zhang Sanfeng in his eyes at all.

Zhang Wuji looked furious from the side.

After his parents passed away, the person he admired most in his life was his great master Zhang Sanfeng.

Seeing that Zhao Min was not only pretending to be Big Brother Qin, but also being rude to his Grand Master, he couldn't help but said, "Hmph, since you claim to be the leader of Mingjiao, can you recognize me?"

Zhao Min was startled when he heard the words.

Looking at Zhang Wuji, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

After all, she was running towards Qin Fan that day.

Although he knew that the deputy leader of Mingjiao was Zhang Wuji, he didn't pay much attention to him, and it was understandable that he couldn't recognize him at the moment.

"I, the leader of Mingjiao, have such a noble status, but I don't recognize you, a little Taoist boy of the Wudang sect."

"Also, are your Wudang sects so unruly? This sect leader and Zhang Zhenren are talking about you, a little Taoist boy, to intervene?"

Zhang Min snorted softly.

Looking at Zhang Wuji, Yu Daiyan couldn't help frowning and scolded softly: "Qingfeng, come back, how can you be so unruly?"

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhao Min and was angry. Hearing Yu Daiyan's scolding, he couldn't help turning around and looked at Yu Daiyan respectfully.

Yu Daiyan was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, and he shouted: "You are not Qingfeng, you... who are you?"

Zhang Wuji first bowed to Yu Daiyan, and said a little excitedly: "Third Master, it's me, Wuji."

Yu Daiyan was startled: "What? Wuji?"

Looking at Zhang Wuji's face carefully, he found that it was six or seven points similar to Zhang Cuishan, his fifth brother who had long since passed away.

Suddenly, Yu Daiyan became excited and struggled to stand up: "Wuji, you are Wuji..."

However, with all limbs crippled, how can I get up?

Zhang Wuji was shocked when he saw this, so he hurriedly took a few steps forward: "Uncle Third, it's a child."

"Okay, okay, Wuji, you are still alive, okay, great." Yu Daiyan burst into tears for a while.

For so many years, he has been feeling guilty.

Blame it all on himself for the death of his younger brother.

If it weren't for the fact that he exposed his younger brother and sister back then, he wouldn't have caused the fifth brother to end up like that.

Later, Zhang Wuji's disappearance made him feel guilty and want to die. How could he not be excited when we meet again at this time?

Zhang Wuji also wiped the corners of his eyes, and then bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng again, tremblingly said, "Unfilial disciple Sun Zhang Wuji, I will meet the Grand Master."

"Good good, good boy, get up quickly."

Even in Zhang Sanfeng's state of mind, he was a little excited at this time, he helped Zhang Wuji up, and looked at Zhang Wuji with a loving smile on his face.

After Zhao Min revealed Zhang Wuji's identity, her pretty face suddenly changed.

Unexpectedly, Mingjiao came so quickly.

Then she turned her head and looked around, but she didn't find Qin Fan's figure.

I felt a little apprehensive, wondering if Qin Fan was hiding somewhere at this time?

For a while, Zhao Min couldn't help but feel a little impatient, and sarcastically said: "You little thief, you are willing to be your identity and pretend to be a little Taoist boy in Wudang Mountain."

"Hmph, I originally came from Wudang Mountain, so why pretend to say it, but you, Zhao, pretended to be my eldest brother, Qin Fan, the leader of Qin, and offended me on Wudang Mountain. What's your intention?"