Zhang Lingdao looked at the silence after those people left, and thought about it as if it was time for him to play, and only then did he understand what the meaning of the letter that the person who laughed before wrote to him was something?

What kind of farewell letter was that letter, naturally it wasn't a letter to remind him of danger, his senior brother would never do such a thing, unless he was the Qu Alliance Master.

Zhang Lingdao thought about it, I am afraid that in order for his senior brother to do something for him, I am afraid that the most is that the elders who are in Zhenwu like today have not come, and he happened to be there when he was there, leading his own sect disciples.

There are strict rules in the world, even if there are people in this group who are older than him? He is a disciple of the head of the Zhenwu family, he is the first successor of the head of the family under the laughing man, and sometimes the rules and sometimes the responsibilities should be promised by him.

But after all, he was in poor health, and that strong mental power could not bring him anything really like physical health, just as he was staggering to support his body and wanted to stand up, he still missed something when he got up.

A man stood up from there, a man with an ethereal and bewitching posture that did not look like a man, a man who seemed to have no big features, but seemed to have endless characteristics, slowly stood up, his twisted and twisted little waist, but also like the most expected appearance of some women in later generations.

"Where are the disciples of the Five Immortals Sect!" His voice was not as loud as that of the people before him, and naturally not as arrogant as the people of Shenwei Castle, as if he was just talking about an innocuous matter, as if he was just describing some dispute that did not seem to be very important, his voice was light and cold, but it contained some meaning.

Zhang Lingdao naturally knew this person, and the disciples of the Five Poisons who came to this area were actually not many, but because of their huge sect base, it was naturally not very small.

This man is delicate and handsome, with a fair complexion, and elegant behavior, like a person who grew up in a wilderness and is covered with poison and miasma, but like a child of a rich family in the Central Plains, who has not suffered anything.

But when he came to everyone, all the Five Poison disciples in the crowd had already walked out slowly, they bowed and bowed slowly, "I've seen the priest!" ”

"The Five Immortals Sect, born as a human being, should be a human being! Sister Bangmei stays on it, may everyone sleep forever under the maple fragrance tree! ”

"Five immortals, fight to the death!" All the Five Poisons disciples unanimously drew their short knives, they were actually Assassins, the real kind of Assassins who walked in the night, wandered on the tip of the sword, walked in the shadows, and danced in the crowd.

Therefore, their postures are unusually light, and their movements are naturally unusually fluttering, and even their voices are ethereal and ethereal, as if they do not appear in the world, and as if they are beyond heaven and earth.

Zhang Lingdao not only saw a glimmer of bright eyes from the person in charge, but also saw a bright heart that was still independent of the world, such eyes he had only seen in a person before, that person was called Lan Zheng, the sworn brother of his senior brother Wen Xiushan, a man who looked sunny, but was extremely feminine in his heart.

Zhang Lingdao thought about the things he had experienced again for a while, but the steps under his feet did not stop because of this, but walked more mature and steady.

He is no longer the person who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, needs the sect to support his face behind him, and he has not done much, what he represents at this time is the face that belongs to Zhenwu.

He walked firmly to the front of the crowd, his body was still in a state of broken meridians, and his body still contained a trace of weakness, but this was not an excuse for him to leave this area, and he would not leave because of it!

"True martial disciple, come out!" Zhang Lingdao almost used up the last breath of his lungs and roared out such words, he knew other sects very well, and naturally he knew more about his own sects.

Although the disciples of Zhenwu can't do the military orders like Shenwei, and they can't do the orders and prohibitions like the Tang Sect, Yiyunzi's education is practical and effective.

"What you represent is Zhenwu!" Yiyunzi said, "What I said to Dugu Feiyun at the beginning, I don't mind telling you again, the so-called true martial arts, non-real martial arts are not enough to deserve it!" ”

Zhang Lingdao was shocked when he heard this sentence at that time, of course, the first thing he thought about was naturally that his master Zhang Mengbai was cautious and humble all his life, and he would not say such words at all.

But what Uncle Shi said had naturally been circulated, and he couldn't say anything more, so he had to continue listening.

"Warrior, Yongya. People often say: win by force, win without force! I am a true martial artist, to fight it, to win with force, then there is courage and strategy! ”

"All true martial arts disciples, those who encounter major events cannot retreat, those who encounter small things must not be reached, and those who meet the righteousness of the rivers and lakes will die, remember! I'm a true martial disciple! Enter! No refund! ”

Yiyunzi is not Zhang Mengbai, he hasn't read many documents since he was a child, but he grew up in the temple, read a lot of scriptures, and later became a Taoist priest, and naturally read a lot of Taoist scriptures, but what he used to educate his disciples was the words he heard and the things he saw when he was in the rivers and lakes, and every disciple who was educated by him may have resentment towards him, or be dissatisfied with him, but every time he walks out of the rivers and lakes, he is a well-known and upright person.

Zhang Lingdao's current state is not afraid of being seen by these disciples, anyway, he knows what he is like in his own heart, the left and right are just those things, the left and right are just those movements, and the left and right are just those scenery.

At the moment when he spoke, groups of people came out of the crowd, Zhenwu is a real big faction, and his master has a wide range of disciples, so the personnel are not much less than Shenwei.

"Since you all know me, then I don't need to say much, my true martial arts disciple, whether it is up or down the mountain, whether it is leaving or returning, in case of trouble, there is no advance or retreat!"

Zhang Lingdao spoke slowly, and the crowd in front of him naturally listened silently, these people wearing Taoist robes with dust whisks in their hands and double swords on their backs, in this young man who looked the same age or even younger than them, saw a shadow, a shadow with gray hair, but the body was still straight, like a green pine.

"True martial arts disciples, there is advance, there is no retreat!"

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