On the square, there are many good hands from various gangs and factions.

Shenquanmen, Haisha faction, giant whale gang, Wushan faction and other gangs that dominate one side and not mention him, only four of the six major factions are tied with Wudang, the five elders of the Kongtong faction are all here, and the head of the Huashan faction, Xian Yutong, is also on one side, followed by two elders who are one tall and one short, and the Kunlun faction in the Western Regions is all dispatched, and the head of Mr. Tieqin and Mrs. Ban Shuxian are expressionless and let Xihuazi speak, obviously the person who came is not good!

However, the Emei faction, the famous martial arts extermination master did not arrive, and only sent six disciples including Jingxuan Shitai and Ji Xiaofu to celebrate his birthday, and sent a generous gift to Zhang Sanfeng to express his heart.

At present, in addition to the Shaolin Temple, all the masters of the other factions have gathered on Wudang Mountain, plus a group of gang disciples, bustling with more than 1,000 people, but it is a rare big scene in the martial arts.

Zhang Cuishan looked at the teacher's birthday banquet, everyone was in trouble, their hearts were sad, and when they were about to come forward, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand at him and said: "Don't make a noise for the time being, since you have returned to Wudang, no one can help you." ”

After that, the great martial arts master snorted and recited in his mouth: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

This loud voice, but the noise of more than 1,000 people present was suppressed, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

This undoubtedly shows a world-shattering skill, even the lion roar of Shaolin Temple can't do this kind of only sound and not hurt.

Clear-eyed people secretly sighed that Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts cultivation was very high, and those who were waiting for the idle rivers and lakes felt that Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength was profound, which was by no means something they could imagine.

There was silence on the field for a while.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao said: "You have come to celebrate my teacher's birthday, Wudang is grateful, but I still hope that you will give Wudang a few thin noodles, and today I only talk about Fengyue, regardless of grudges." ”

Everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing beside Song Yuanqiao, and couldn't help but show fear, and no one dared to object for a while.

However, at this time, the head of the Huashan faction shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "The head of the Song Dynasty is bad, he must wish his longevity and do things, Zhang Zhenren is a generation of famous heroes, and his disciples are all outstanding and act above board, how can they protect Xie Xun, in this way, is it not insulting to the lintel of Wudang?" ”

He paused, glanced at the group of Wudang disciples, and finally stopped his gaze on Zhang Cuishan, and said, "Could it be that Zhang Wuxia wants Wudang to be humiliated because of this, or does he think that Zhang Zhenren can subdue us and other masters of various factions with his own strength?" ”

He praised the Wudang faction clearly, but secretly used words to squeeze Zhang Cuishan and Wudang to collude with Xie Xun.

There are not a few heroes present who are stupid, where can they not hear the meaning of his words, no matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng is, there is only one person, can he kill all the more than 1,000 heroes present there? !

At that moment, everyone clamored again, asking Zhang Cuishan to stand up and give an explanation, telling Xie Xun's whereabouts.

That posture is quite like the major factions besieging Zixiao Palace!

The Wudang faction was angry and angry, even Zhang Sanfeng's face was not good-looking, and anyone who was besieged like this would not feel comfortable in his heart.

Xian Yutong smiled again: "Zhang Wuxia, do you have to be obsessed, abandon your martial arts reputation, and want to be with Xie Xun, the devil?" ”

Zhang Cuishan's face was blue and red, and it was obvious that his inner emotions fluctuated a lot.

Just as he was speechless, Mo Li strode out and said as he walked: "Senior Brother Song, Wuji, I will start later, please take care of the third uncle." ”

A group of heroes in the rivers and lakes suddenly saw a small Taoist with beautiful eyebrows coming on the field, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

Song Yuanqiao saw that it was Mo Li, his brows furrowed and he was about to stop, but Zhang Sanfeng said: "Let's take a look, Li'er's martial arts will never suffer." ”

Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to keep silent, but he was worried about Mo Li in his heart, not because he was worried, but because he was worried about Mo Li's blood feud, and his family was killed by Xie Xun, the golden lion king!

The little Taoist in front of him was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, so he was contemptuous, and said with a smile: "Little Daoist, what advice do you have?" ”

Mo Li looked cold, walked in front of him, saluted, and then said: "Mo Li, the third generation disciple of Wudang, please ask your seniors for advice." ”

As soon as these words came out, those heroes who came to celebrate their birthdays were stunned.

The head of Huashan is rarely in the pipeline, he is a first-class master who has been famous for a long time, and a third-generation disciple wants to challenge him?!

"Don't laugh at Daoist Mo."

Xian Yutong shook his head and smiled, and said, "I'll talk to your parents, you better go down." ”

He didn't take Mo Li in his eyes, he just regarded him as an ignorant stunned young man.

Mo Li didn't move, but said again: "Please ask your seniors for advice!" ”

Now the heroes all laughed, a third-generation disciple dared to challenge Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan, this was undoubtedly a very interesting scene, and everyone shouted for Xian Yutong to agree.

Xian Yutong secretly scolded Mo Li in his heart, but he still kept a smile on his face and said: "Xiaodao Chief, let's go down, if you get injured later, it's not beautiful." ”

Mo Li said expressionlessly: "Are you afraid? ”

Hearing this, the heroes were stunned, and Xian Yutong was also stunned!

What is this little Taoist talking about?

The head of Huashan is afraid of him?!

His head is broken?!

! Where did this come from!

Xian Yutong scolded in his heart, with his temperament, if it weren't for everyone's eyes, he would have used his means to take Mo Li's life!

He glanced at the people of the Wudang faction, and saw that no one came out to stop him, and he already knew in his heart that it would not work if he didn't do it today.

It's just that he started with this little doll, and if he wins him, he is a big bully, and if he hurts him, he is not good at learning, how can he see how it is not cost-effective, but if he doesn't do it, isn't he really afraid of Wudang? !

As soon as he thought of this, Xian Yutong smiled and said: "Okay, let's train the younger generations for Song Daxia today." ”

He took a few steps forward and said, "Daoist Mo, please first." ”

Mo Li's face was expressionless, holding the hilt of the sword, and said, "Look at the sword!" ”

Zheng!

The long sword roared softly, like a dragon's groan!

In an instant, everyone saw a ray of cold sword light like a meteor crossing the sky, dazzling, but as fast as a flash of lightning, the sword light contained a boundless cold chill, making people feel cold all over the body, and it was difficult to give birth to a heart to resist!

Master!

This inconspicuous disciple of the third generation of Wudang turned out to be a rare kendo master!

Everyone was shocked, and Xian Yutong was even more frightened!

He didn't take Mo Li in his eyes originally, and he didn't have any defenses at all, but this sword light lit up, piercing the clouds and breaking through the wind, and the speed was so fast that it was too late for him to react again!

Shout!

The long sword passed by, and the black hair fluttered all over the sky.

Everyone looked at it, only to see that the head of the Huashan faction, who was famous in the rivers and lakes, had his hair in a bun cut off by a sword, and his hair was scattered, but he was not embarrassed.

"You're defeated."

Mo Li put his sword into the sheath and said with a cold face.

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