Outside the capital, in the mountain col of about 300 kilometers, Cao Ziheng and Zhao Min sat on a big stone like a couple, and beside them were many masters of the Ming Sect, and next to them were the masters of the six major factions, as well as the Wudang heroes who were waiting here to prepare to respond.

Dozens of kilometers behind the people is Meng Yuan's iron horse, at this time, Meng Yuan's combat power has long been not as invincible as their ancestors more than a hundred years ago, however, the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, the power of this Meng Yuan iron horse is still not to be underestimated.

Although many masters of the Central Plains martial arts are strong, they are afraid that they will not be spared under the charge of thousands of iron horses.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will disperse here, the county lord of Mengyuan is in hand, I think those Mengyuan iron cavalry categorically do not dare to divide the troops to go, each faction can take this opportunity to lead the disciples back to the mountain, in this plain city, his Mengyuan iron cavalry is certainly not something we can resist, but in the deep mountains and Daze of each faction, no matter how much he Mengyuan iron cavalry comes, he can only give us wine."

Pulling Zhao Min to get up, Cao Ziheng looked at the masters of the various factions and said loudly, at this time, these decent people have been rescued, but Cao Ziheng still has not received a hint of completing the task, at this time, he needs to test or squeeze these decent people with words, so that they can really temporarily give up the hatred with Mingjiao, so that he can successfully complete the task.

"Guo Shaoxia, how can we go at this time, the big guy is not afraid of those Mongolian Tatars, and we have suffered humiliation these days, at this time, we are fighting for our lives, and we can kill a few more Mongolian Tatars to earn it."

In the crowd, a man spoke loudly, and at that moment, several masters shouted one after another, that is, many women from the Emei faction also raised their eyebrows lightly, and they were suddenly murderous, obviously yearning for the killing of Mongolian Tatars.

"Everyone, and listen to me, Meng Yuan has occupied my China for a hundred years, Mingjiao has been in contact with the reckless heroes to prepare to expel the Tartars over the years, now, the general trend of the world is different, it is the time when the big guy is needed, and the strength of the big guy is not used to compare brute force with the Mongolian Tartars, if we are warriors, if it is used to kill the military formation, it will be overkill, if it is used to spy on the military situation of the Mongolian Tartars, burn the Mongolian Tartar grain and grass, and assassinate the Mongolian Tartar general, then it is to make the best use of people, it is more meaningful than killing a few Mongolian cavalry."

Cao Ziheng stretched out his hand and gently clasped his fists at the masters of various factions, and said loudly again, "Now we are retreating not because we are afraid, but because we are preserving our vitality, he will better kill these Mongolian Tatars in the future, don't look at the cavalry of the Mongolian Tatars behind, but as long as we disperse, I will not even be able to catch our backs for them." ”

After a few words, a subtle discussion sounded below again.

"Please rest assured, our Mingjiao people will always lead the Mongolian Tartar cavalry to the sea, and then sail out to sea, go around in a circle and come back, the Mongolian Tartar cavalry is unparalleled in the world, but the naval army is just smiling and generous."

On the other side, Zhang Wuji also got up and walked to Cao Ziheng's side, hugged his fists around, and said very politely.

"Guo Shaoxia, the grace of saving lives is unforgettable, today I have to Mingjiao to save, and I have no shame to say anything like the Demon Guard, from today on, the grievances between my Kunlun and Mingjiao will be written off, and he will expel Meng Yuan from the Ming Sect, as long as it is useful to my Kunlun faction, I will not hesitate to break my bones."

Bottom, after being quiet for a while, Kunlun sent He Taichong and his wife to come together, this time, Ban Shuxian did not have the slightest intention of stealing He Taichong's limelight, but just quietly followed He Taichong's side.

And He Taichong, who had only two fingers left on one hand, looked a little embarrassed, but his expression was full of determination.

This grandmaster, who has been afraid of his wife for most of his life, finally showed a little grandmaster's demeanor at this time.

hugged his fist at Cao Ziheng and fell, and then he hugged his fist and saluted Zhang Wuji and many masters of Mingjiao, although he never said a word, but anyone can see that he no longer has the slightest hatred for Mingjiao, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to do this with his character.

"We have a grudge, but it's a personal vendetta, this time you took the risk to save us, I don't have the face to revenge this revenge, and the Mongolian Tartars, who have invaded my Han family for more than 100 years, are public enemies, he can be useful in the future, you shout, even if it is the emperor who assassinated the Mongolian Tartars, I will accompany you."

Several old men from the Kongtong faction stepped forward, and the first one looked at Zhang Wuji and said, after saying this, he first hugged his fist towards Cao Ziheng, and then shook his fist slightly towards Zhang Wuji, and then turned around and strode away.

"Our Huashan is not a bad seed, as long as it is a matter of killing Mongolian Tartars in the future, you will write a letter, and our brothers will let future generations come to help even if they stretch their legs."

As soon as the Kongtong faction left, the two elders of Huashan had already come over, and the short old man hugged his fist towards Zhang Wuji and Cao Ziheng, solemnly highlighting a paragraph, and then a group hug, turned around and strode away, and the tall old man hugged his fist and waved, and also followed.

"Mongolian Tartars, my Buddhist disciples eliminate demons and defend the way, I don't want to get involved in the world's disputes, it's just that if he needs a master to deal with Mongolian Tartars, even if he sends a message to Shaolin, Shaolin 800 warrior monks, and 3,000 lay disciples can be dispatched at any time."

Kongwen looked indifferent and said to Zhang Wuji and Cao Ziheng from afar, and when he spoke, even the expression of such a profound old monk also showed a trace of sadness.

The four great monks of Shaolin, seeing and hearing wisdom, are the brothers of the first generation, although the four monks are empty, but people are not ruthless, and Kongjian died in the hands of Xie Xun in his early years, and there are only three of the four monks left, and emptiness is the simplest, but it is the most popular among the four.

This time, emptiness died of the conspiracy of the Mongols, and others only said that emptiness was killed by the Western Regions King Kong Gate with claw to claw, but Kong Wen understood that when they started, they had already scattered into the body, and their strength could not be exerted in three percent, otherwise with the martial arts of emptiness, even if someone in this world could defeat him, it was impossible for anyone to kill him so easily.

Slightly noisy Buddha horn, Kongwen turned around and led the Shaolin disciples to stride away.

Suddenly only Wudang and Emei were left at the scene, the former is easy to say, it has already been because of Zhang Wuji's relationship with Mingjiao Bing, but the latter is a little difficult to do, and the extinction of character and temper is by no means a life-saving grace can be done.

"Extermination, as long as you promise me to help the Ming Sect expel Meng Yuan, I will write off Guo Xiang's affairs with Emei, in addition, you can send a disciple to follow me, and when Meng Yuan is expelled, I will hand over the things in the Yitian Sword to your disciple to bring back to Emei, I can even directly teach him the martial arts in the Yitian Sword, my Guo family, whether it is the Peach Blossom Island lineage, or the ancestor of Guo Linggong, is not inferior to anyone, even if Guo Xiang is not filial, she is also surnamed Guo, and the Emei she founded is naturally not inferior to any sect."

Cao Ziheng's gaze looked coldly at Extinction, and the latter's face suddenly showed a complicated look.

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