Then the five middle-aged men who appeared looked at Yang San with solemn expressions.

I only felt that Yang San was terrifyingly young, and the soft murmur just now was still vaguely ringing in my ears.

If it was just a shouting with internal force, the brothers could easily do it, but the whispering in their ears like the one just now was unheard of, and perhaps their master could do it.

"This young man, in the lower Song Yuanqiao, these are the junior disciples below."

"Yu Lianzhou."

"Zhang Songxi."

"Yin Li Pavilion."

"Mosheng Valley."

The man at the head clenched his fists to Yang Sanlang, and the four people next to him also hugged their fists one by one and reported their names.

Sure enough, as Yang San guessed, they were five of the "Wudang Seven Heroes".

When he heard "Yin Li Ting", Yang San glanced at him with a strange expression, this is the strongman who can't soak in beauties, so he picks up other people's daughters?

"I don't know the name of the young man? What do you have to do in Wudang? ”

Yang San retracted his mind slightly, there was still something important at the moment.

"I made it very clear, let Zhang Junbao come out to see me."

Song Yuanqiao's sword frowned, Yang San's mind was quite chaotic at this time, and his tone of voice was naturally a little heavy.

"Although there are many disciples of my Wudang faction, I have never heard anyone call Zhang Junbao, did Shaoxia find the wrong person?"

It's a pity that Yang San's patience is getting less and less at this time, and he looks at the Golden Palace again.

"Zhang Junbao, the old man is visiting, don't you come out to see it?"

Back then, Jueyuan once took Zhang Junbao to observe his "Broken Void", although he didn't speak, but he had also seen him from afar, and the two of them both "lived" from the Condor World to the present, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are old people.

When Song Yuanqiao and the five people saw that Yang San ignored them and shouted in the air again, and looked at his expression, it seemed that he was still shouting at the one on the top of the golden roof, and they couldn't help but feel angry in their hearts.

"Presumptuous!"

In fact, a few of them didn't know what their master's common name was called, that is, when Song Yuanqiao, who was the first to worship his master, Zhang Sanfeng had already used the Taoist name Sanfeng.

At this time, seeing Yang San's posture, it happened to be surnamed Zhang, and several people were also suspicious, but this did not prevent them from being angry at Yang San's rudeness.

……

In the Golden Palace, an immortal old Taoist is carefully reading Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching".

Every time I read it, I let out an exclamation.

"Where is Zhang Junbao? Come out and see me. ”

Just when Lao Dao was fascinated, a soft murmur sounded in his ears, and he suddenly woke up Lao Dao from the Mysterious Dao Sutra.

"Who?"

Lao Dao looked around in surprise, but found that there was no one else in the hall.

"Zhang Junbao, Zhang Junbao, am I hallucinating?"

How many years has this familiar and unfamiliar name not been heard, 50 or 60 years? Or longer.

Lao Dao couldn't help but fall into the memories of the past.

A simple little monk and a beautiful and heroic girl, although the little monk and the girl only have a few faces, but the girl's agility and beauty are deeply engraved in his heart.

So much so that later I heard that the girl fell into a nun in Emei Mountain, and the little monk who had already been vulgar became a monk in Wudang Mountain, and looked at each other from afar, but he never saw each other again until he died.

"Zhang Junbao, the old man is visiting, don't you come out to see it?"

At this time, the whisper just now sounded again, with a hint of anger in the words, Lao Dao also knew that this was a top master, it was himself, such a soft whisper that surrounded his ears was barely able to do it in recent years, and this voice sounded so young.

Lao Dao hurriedly put the "Tao Te Ching" in his hand on the table and walked outside the hall.

The "Wudang Seven Heroes" in front of Taihe Palace were glaring at Yang San angrily, of course, Yang San's eyes never left the Golden Palace.

"All the disciples listened to the order, formed a big Nine Palace Bagua Sword Formation, and rose up to resist the enemy."

Although Song Yuanqiao was furious, he did not lose an inch, so he used "resisting the enemy" instead of "facing the enemy".

"Resisting the enemy" means defending, while "meeting the enemy" means defending or attacking, and the meaning of the two is very different.

"Yes!"

The phalanx that originally surrounded Yang San suddenly retreated, leaving only nine hundred and eighty-one disciples, each occupying a house with nine as the number, forming a large Nine Palace Bagua Diagram to trap Yang San in the middle.

Yang San glanced at them lightly, although the disciples in the formation were all superior to many disciples, but in Yang San's eyes, they were not enough.

The difference in level is too big, and it can't be made up for by a simple formation.

"This young man, if you go down the mountain like this, I can call the shots on this matter, if you don't want to, don't blame the sword for having no eyes."

As soon as the Great Nine Palaces Bagua Sword Formation was formed, Song Yuanqiao's restless heart calmed down a little, and he shouted to Yang San again.

He really can't see through Yang San's depth, he looks like an ordinary person, but the temperament on his body, and the whispering three times and twice, are not something that ordinary masters can do.

It would be best if it could be resolved peacefully.

"It's impossible to go down the mountain, as for the decision? It's not your turn yet. ”

Sensing that the people in the Golden Palace had moved, Yang San's disordered mood was slightly calmer, and he looked at Song Yuanqiao with a smile for the first time.

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking, all the disciples listen to the order and get up ......"

Yang San's eyes made Song Yuanqiao stunned for a while, but soon his face turned cold again and shouted to the disciples of the sword array.

"Yuanqiao, stop."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, Song Yuanqiao looked behind him in surprise, and sure enough, he saw that Lao Dao was coming slowly from above.

"I've seen Master."

"I've seen Shigong."

Song Yuanqiao's five people and all the disciples saluted the old way.

Lao Dao smiled and nodded, and after a while, he had already arrived in front of Yang San, looking at Yang San suspiciously.

"Young man, do you know Lao Dao?"

When Lao Dao appeared, Yang San kept his eyes on him, although he had gray hair and long beard, his face was ruddy and radiant, and he was still a little similar to the young monk back then.

Lad? Yang San couldn't help but smile dumbly, carrying the momentum of the sword that he hadn't used for a long time.

"Hahaha, Zhang Junbao, do you recognize me now?"

As he spoke, the momentum on Yang San's body changed suddenly, if he was harmless like a scholar before, then now Yang San is a peerless sword with a radiant radiance, and the dazzling light made everyone close their eyes unconsciously.

Many disciples with low martial arts even had turbulent Dao hearts and began to doubt life, I am afraid that as long as Yang San opened his mouth, they would not hesitate to raise their swords and kill themselves.

"You...... Are you ...... You are Yang ......"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang San in shock, especially this familiar sword momentum, the shocking event many years ago once again came to mind.

That year, he was still a little monk.

That year was the first time he and the girl met.

That year, the center of the event was also the person with the sword power of Changhong.

That year, the heroes of the rivers and lakes witnessed a legend.

……。

"It's me, I'm back."

Yang San smiled heartily, it has been a few days since he came to the Condor World, and when he saw the old man for the first time, his originally lonely heart became active again.