Wudang, the main hall, Ziqin accompanied Zhang Sanfeng and others out.

At this time, there were already many warriors sitting or standing on the top of the main hall, and the entire hall was crowded.

Even Ziqin had to admire Zhao Min at this time, and the scene of such martial arts masters gathering was probably still above the scene when the major factions forced Zhang Cuishan to death.

Although the Yuan Dynasty was established for more than 100 years, it has never heard of when so many martial arts people were formed, but it was the King of Ruyang who began to recruit, and it was not until Zhao Min grew up that such a scale was formed.

These people may be monks or laymen, old or young, but none of them are mediocre.

Thinking about it, nine of the ten of them have martial arts above Zhao Min, but Zhao Min, a girl, can lead this group of people like an arm, but it is really amazing.

Ziqin walked out with Zhang Sanfeng, but a low cold snort came from behind the group of people.

"I don't want the head of He to be here."

The crowd separated, and Zhao Min walked out of it, she herself was a pretending Mingjiao, but when she saw Ziqin, she already understood that this pretense was impossible.

With Zhao Min's words, Zhang Sanfeng also looked at Ziqin beside him in surprise.

From the very beginning, Ziqin claimed to be a descendant of Kunlun, but Zhang Sanfeng still didn't know that Ziqin was the head of Kunlun.

"I, I originally came to Patriarch Zhang to ask for swordsmanship and martial arts, but I didn't want to encounter such a big battle by chance, I don't know what your Great Yuan Kingdom Imperial Court wants to do."

Ziqin looked at Zhao Min with a smile, but the first sentence blocked Zhao Min from preventing him from fighting instead of Wudang.

"Haven't you heard that the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister. I'm here to give Zhang Zhenren an official position. ”

Zhao Min chuckled, this woman knew that it was impossible for her to continue pretending to be Zhang Wuji, but she immediately changed her words.

"Fengguan, haha, you Mongolians all send someone to plot first, can't you die in Fengguan."

Ziqin raised his voice and opened his mouth in surprise, but Zhao Min and his subordinates saw that Zhang Sanfeng's face was slightly pale, and suddenly, a touch of joy flashed from the eyes of these people.

"I don't say anything about the official of Zhang Zhenren, it's just. I don't know when He Zhangmen became Zhang Zhenren's grandson. ”

Zhao Min smiled lightly and spoke. But he deliberately missaid that the ancestor was deliberately mistaken as an ancestor.

"Mongolians probably don't understand these etiquettes of my Han people, back then my grandfather He Zudao and Zhang Zhenren were peers, and it was reasonable for me to call Zhang Zhenren a master, but I don't know about Minmin Temur."

Ziqin is not a person with a large amount of energy. Although since the great success of martial arts. With the improvement of his mood, he has the bearing of some masters. But this attitude does not mean that Ziqin can always ignore the sarcasm of others, so when Zhao Mu's words fell, Ziqin had already coldly refuted it, not only ironizing Zhao Min. and directly shouted Zhao Min's original name.

After these words, a trace of horror finally flashed in Zhao Min's eyes, although her Mongolian name was not a secret, but no one knew it in the rivers and lakes.

"How do you know my original name?"

Zhao Min's voice suddenly cooled down, but at this time, countless thoughts flashed in Zhao Min's heart, the most direct of which was that there was a mole in the Ruyang Palace.

"Haha, Miss Zhao, do you think I'll tell you, or, do you think you can stop me by bringing these masters today."

Ziqin laughed, and his gaze slowly swept over the martial artist in the main hall.

This time, Zhao Min did bring a lot of masters, although Ziqin did not know everything, but he could also feel that there were at least four or five people in this hall whose martial arts were not under the Ming Sect Protector, and the rest of the masters were even more numerous, that is, the strength of those hundreds of ordinary masters was also above the ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes.

In this world, there is no shortage of people who seek refuge in the imperial court for fame and fortune, even if the imperial court is Mongol or Manchu.

"Zhang Zhenren, I know that this time your six major factions collectively besieged Guangming Ding, and nearly two months have passed since that battle, Zhang Zhenren, don't you want to know how your disciples are."

Zhao Min suddenly looked at Zhang Sanfeng again, but this sentence was said very leisurely, Ziqin suddenly froze, but he forgot about this stubble, indeed, he imagined that he would go to Dadu to rescue the five major factions later.

It's just that this Zhao Min will not use the elite of the five major factions to threaten the disciples left behind by each faction in advance.

Zhang Sanfeng is more than 100 years old, whether it is martial arts or Taoist cultivation, he has reached a very high level, but most of the second-generation disciples of Wudang are the same father and son as Zhang Laodao, and when he heard what Zhao Min said at this moment, Zhang Sanfeng immediately knew that he was afraid that his second-generation disciples had already fallen into the hands of this Mongolian woman.

Zhang Laodao's body trembled slightly, but his face turned a little pale.

Before, Zhang Laodao's face was pale because he agreed to Ziqin's request to deceive these Mongols, but at this time, he was really worried about his disciples.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Min's mouth.

"Song Daxia, Yu Erxia, Zhang Sixia, and Mo Qixia are just a little injured, but they are fine, but Yin Liuxia's condition is not very good, just like this Yu Sanxia, his limbs are broken, I am afraid that he will never want to stand up again in this life."

When Zhao Min said this, Zhang Sanfeng's already extremely pale face turned pale again, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This time, Ziqin was taken aback, Zhang Sanfeng had not been injured like the original book, Ziqin took it for granted that Zhang Sanfeng would definitely not spurt blood because of Zhao Min's words like the original book.

But he didn't want Zhang Sanfeng to be so attentive to his disciples.

In fact, Ziqin didn't know that Zhang Cuishan's death had already left irreparable regrets in Zhang Sanfeng's heart, and now Yin Liting suffered such hardships again, and the other four disciples did not know whether they were alive or dead, Zhang Sanfeng was still able to stand firm but was already firm in his Dao heart.

Although Zhang Laodao is miraculous, but he is also a person, and he is an old man in his 100s, this trip to the bright top for Zhang Laodao's feeling, but no less than the Yang family's golden beach, although the seven sons go to one son back, one more than Zhang Laodao lost, but in the end there is one who came back. Zhang Laodao's five disciples were all wiped out this time.

"You said that if I capture you, can I exchange it for the people of the five major factions?"

Ziqin stretched out his hand to support Zhang Sanfeng, but his eyes were directly at Zhao Min and said coldly, when these words came out, Zhao Min couldn't help but change his eyes, however, he still insisted on looking at Zhang Sanfeng and Ziqin with a sneer.

"You kid, you dare to say such big things, you can't do it when we are all dead, or do you think that our group of people can't destroy Wudang today."

It was a man in quail clothes who spoke.

There were three or four hundred people in this great hall. Most of them are dressed in Mingjiao service. But there were only a dozen people dressed very casually, and this person was one of them.

This kind of person is often willing to be self-religious, but he is unwilling to pretend to be someone else, and this quail is not willing to wear it except for the beggars.

"Your Excellency is a beggar. Or once a beggar's gang. ”

The man spoke. Zhang Sanfeng has not yet spoken. Ziqin couldn't help but shout loudly, but at this time, Ziqin's mind was thinking of Hong Qigong and Guo Jing in the Condor Shooting.

And these two Ziqin don't say how good the relationship is, but. Ziqin also admired the chivalrous spirit of these two people, and at this moment, he was really angry when he saw this beggar disciple defecting to Yuanren.

"Beggars."

The man in the quail was slightly stunned, and then pursed his lips disdainfully.

"What are the beggars?"

This person really said this sentence very disdainfully, Ziqin's teeth clenched suddenly, and he couldn't help but move his feet and already came to this person with Ling Bo in a slight step, and slapped this person's face with a backhand, this palm contained nearly seventy years of internal force in Ziqin's body, and after the person was fanned, it was really like thunder, his head was buzzing, and the whole person lost his reaction.

After a slap, Ziqin slapped more than ten times in a row without stopping, and then he made a mistake and returned to Zhang Sanfeng's side.

This Ling Bo microstep is extremely fast, but it is notoriously ignorant of obstacles, so Ziqin went back and forth, plus more than ten slaps in a row, and none of the hundreds of people on the scene could react.

Ziqin returned to Zhang Sanfeng again, stretched out his hand to help Zhang Sanfeng, but the man in quail clothes let out a miserable scream and the whole person fell to the side, this person was fanned by Ziqin and couldn't even stand.

"Master, did you remember Guo Jing, who guarded Xiangyang, and Huang Rong and Huang Rong's gang leader."

Ziqin didn't look at the man again, but turned his head to look at Zhang Sanfeng and asked, when these words came out, Zhang Laodao's face also showed a look of admiration.

It doesn't matter about the world next to it, but in the world of Jin Daxia, since the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, the reputation of Guo and Huang has been really scary, although there are not many people in the martial arts who still remember the two of them in Yitian, but people like Zhang Sanfeng who have been alive since the end of the Southern Song Dynasty will never forget Guo and Huang.

"The beggars of the year, sigh."

Zhang Laodao sighed helplessly, when he left Shaolin, the beggar gang was still the largest gang in the world, although at that time it was already Yeluqi as the gang leader, but Guo Huang and the others were still there, and who dared to ignore the beggar gang in this Jianghu.

At that time, the disciple of the beggar gang was a beggar who was not even qualified to carry a bag, and he was also arrogant, but where could there be such an existence as this quail-clad man in front of him.

Ziqin also sighed slightly, the beggar gang, although this gang is still there, but it is impossible to become the leader of the rivers and lakes after all, and to protect the country and the people, I am afraid that it can only exist in the special dynasty of the Song Dynasty.

Perhaps, Xiao Feng, Hong Qigong and Guo Jing have consumed all the aura of the Beggar Gang, so it is destined that the Beggar Gang will not have a fourth character similar to the first three.

"The beggar gang, hundreds of years of heroes emerge in an endless stream, but I deeply admire it, in the future, you will let me hear half of the disrespectful words to the beggar gang come out of your mouth, otherwise you promise to take your life immediately."

Ziqin looked at the quail-clothed man who fell to the ground, and spoke coldly.

However, these words made the group of masters around Zhao Min furious, and these people took a step forward, but they had already surrounded Ziqin and Zhang Sanfeng.

This time, Zhao Min, a god like Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang, dared to come, but he was fully prepared, there were at least forty or fifty first-class masters, and at this time, these people collectively took a step forward and Ziqin felt shocked.

Of course, these people can't kill Ziqin, but if this group of people rushes up, Ziqin may only be able to flee in the wilderness.

Of course, if he fights to the death, Ziqin keeps using fifteen swords, and it is estimated that he will be able to kill the people here. However, with that level of fifteen swords, Ziqin's own life may have come to an end.

"What kind of person am I so arrogant, first punish Shaolin, and then destroy Wudang, and dare to blame my Mingjiao, but I don't want to be a little girl."

Just as Ziqin was calming down and preparing to meet the attack of Zhao Min's group of subordinates, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and then a cyan figure flew into the hall from outside the door like a huge bat.

The man seemed to have no weight. Behind the man for a moment. After a while, he appeared in front of the man again, with a left palm and a right punch, but he was very happy. Although most of them missed. But the speed of the body is already terrifying. Compared to Ziqin's previous Ling Bo microstep, it was not slow at all.

Ziqin looked at the blue-winged bat king in his heyday but couldn't help but admire it in his heart, but his eyesight could see that the bat king's light skills were really not high-level light skills, but. This Bat King has already practiced this set of light skills to the extreme, and his figure is thin and small, which is quite characteristic of Liangshan's time migration, so he can be so fast.

Ziqin couldn't help but think about what it would be like if this Bat King was allowed to cultivate Ling Bo Weibu, of course, this person was neither a Kunlun disciple nor a Ziqin brother, but this Ling Bo Ziqin would definitely not teach it.

Na Wei smiled in front of him, and suddenly he was behind, and in an instant, he had already teased more than a dozen of Zhao Min's good players, but suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

"Mingjiao Wei smiled and greeted Zhang Zhenren."

Wei Yixiao bowed and said, this salute was not discounted at all, and he knelt down directly, in fact, among the four great Dharma Kings of Mingjiao, I am afraid that only Wei Yixiao is the most unpretentious, and it is definitely impossible for Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun, or the purple-shirted dragon king to come and bow down.

After kneeling down and bowing to Zhang Sanfeng, Wei Yixiao got up and bowed to Ziqin.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng already knew that Mingjiao was definitely not with Zhao Min, although Zhang Laodao didn't like the Demon Sect, but Mingjiao came to help Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng was not a pedantic person, others rushed to help you, and Zhang Laodao couldn't do anything you still put on your face.

At the moment, he politely helped Wei up and smiled.

"Bat King, I think the brigade of people from the Ming Sect should also arrive at Wudang Mountain, and your Sect Leader Zhang must have also arrived."

Seeing Wei Yixiao coming, Ziqin was secretly happy in his heart, he knew that the matter had not yet departed from the original book, although Zhang Wuji's arrival might cause him to be unable to seize the Yitian Sword, but it was only possible, it was better than Wudang being destroyed.

In fact, Ziqin's temperament can also be seen here.

Ziqin is not a heroic hero of great benevolence and righteousness, a hero, the Yitian Sword is the treasure of Emei's town faction, Ziqin is also a little fond of extinction, the old nun is a woman who does not let the existence of Xu Mei, but after having a holiday with Emei, Ziqin immediately hit the idea on the Yitian Sword, and didn't care that the Yitian Sword was a relic of Guo Xiang of the Emei faction.

And on Wudang Mountain, Ziqin was able to insult the beggars because of the quail-clad man, so that Ziqin remembered his friendship with Guo Jing and Hong Qigong and gave a lesson ruthlessly, and now, because of his good impression of Zhang Sanfeng, he could give up the Heavenly Sword and save Wudang.

This temperament seems to be complex and changeable, but in fact, it is also a dare to love and hate, and love and hate are clear.

Wei Yi asked Ziqin with a smile, and immediately understood Ziqin's meaning in his heart, plus Ziqin showed his might on the top of the light that day, as long as it was not for Ziqin's stepping on the famous warriors who admired Ziqin and Kunlun, Wei Yixiao suddenly said respectfully to Ziqin.

"The people of my Mingjiao brigade have already arrived in Wudang, and as for our sect leader, he has also come to Wudang at this time, but he is planning how to wipe out your group of thieves pretending to be my Mingjiao."

Wei Yixiao didn't even roll his eyes when he said this.

Zhao Min frowned, most of his heart didn't believe Wei Yixiao's words, but he also knew that as time went by, there would only be more and more people from the Ming Sect.

"Zhang Zhenren, today my court originally came to give you an official, but you will only have these outsiders in Wudang."

Zhao Min raised his eyebrows, but suddenly looked at Zhang Sanfeng, what he said was a bit vicious, Zhang Sanfeng is now more than 100 years old, and he has been famous for at least seventy or eighty years.

Ziqin's heart is also tight, this Zhao Min is really a good means, but this trick is even more ruthless than the original work, the original book still has a buffer, Wudang, it is not just Zhang Sanfeng, but now, Zhao Min directly named Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhang Sanfeng, who was squeezed by words, did not even have the slightest room to retreat.

"Miss Zhao, I like the Heavenly Sword in your hands very much, why don't you give me that sword."

Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, Ziqin suddenly took a step forward and looked at the man behind Zhao Mu who was holding a sword and shrinking his body.

"Yes, yes, the monk also took a fancy to the wild monk's robe, why don't Miss Zhao let the wild monk take off the monk's robe to the monk."

Ziqin's words fell, and before Zhao Min could answer, a voice sounded outside the hall, and with this sound, a round rumbling bag rolled in, and Zhao Min quickly surrounded those bags with his men.

I saw that the bag kept squirming, and there was a sound of 'woo oh sigh'.

One of Zhao Min's subordinates waved his sword to pick up the cloth bag, but he saw a man wearing the uniform uniform of Zhao Min's subordinates with white eyes coming out of the bag, but he was already out of breath and inlet in little, and he was not alive.

And a fat monk took advantage of Zhao Min's many subordinates to look at the person in the bag and jumped into the main hall with a 'swoop'.

"Mingjiao Sect Master Zhang sat down, and the Budai monk said that he couldn't meet Zhang Zhenren, and he had seen the head of He."

Seeing that the second one was a cloth bag monk, Ziqin became more and more qualitative in his heart, but he knew that the plot had not changed, so Zhao Min's plan to destroy Wudang was doomed to be in vain.

At this moment, Ziqin did not have the existence of the Heavenly Sword in his heart. (To be continued.) )