Zhang Wuji began to arrange the Mingjiao uprising here, and these people on the other side also went straight to Wudang Mountain.

A few days later, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Zhao Feng looked up at Wudang Mountain, and felt a sigh of emotion in his heart.

Among the Condors, he didn't have a chance to meet Zhang Sanfeng, otherwise, he would definitely be able to make a fortune from him.

Everyone was just about to go up the mountain, but Wudang Mountain came down with a group of Taoist priests.

"What kind of person, Wudang Mountain, it is forbidden to enter and exit at will!"

"Mingjiao, they are Mingjiao!"

When the Wudang Taoist priest saw the costumes of the Mingjiao people, his face sank, and he surrounded everyone one after another.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly stepped out, looked at everyone and smiled and said.

"Senior brothers, I'm Zhang Wuji!"

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, everyone was shocked.

"Wuji, he's Zhang Wuji!"

"It should be, it looks very similar to when I was a child!"

"No, how can Zhang Wuji be a member of the Ming Sect?"

Seeing that everyone on the other side was suspicious, Zhang Wuji hurriedly smiled and spoke.

"Senior brothers, this matter is a long story, we are all here to celebrate the birthday of our master!"

"I hope I can report it!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Wuji, leaving a few people to look at Mingjiao, and the rest of them all hurriedly went up the mountain to say goodbye.

Since the Wudang faction and the other five major sects besieged Guangming Ding, Zhang Sanfeng was quite bored on this Wudang Mountain.

Hearing that Zhang Wuji was back, he immediately asked everyone to go up the mountain.

Although some people objected, for Zhang Feng, even if the other party was really not Zhang Wuji, but someone pretended to want to fight Wudang Mountain.

He has nothing to fear, after all, in today's martial arts, if Zhang Sanfeng's kung fu is called second, I am afraid that no one dares to be called first.

Soon, Zhang Wuji and others came to Wudang Mountain.

Looking at the majestic Zhenwu Hall in front of him, Zhang Wuji's heart was very excited.

Back then, Zhang Sanfeng took him down the mountain to seek to cure the poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, and originally thought that he would never have the opportunity to return to Wudang Mountain in his life.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he met Zhao Feng, not only learned the supreme Jiuyang Divine Skill, but also was able to become the leader of the Ming Sect.

"Mowgli, where is Mowgli?"

Zhang Sanfeng walked out in a hurry, looking at Zhang Wuji at the front of the Ming Sect, his face was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.

"Wuji, it's really you, you're not dead, your cold poison is better?"

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's excited face, Zhang Wuji nodded hurriedly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Sanfeng and said.

"Master, I'm Wuji, I'm fine, I'm not dead."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a look of relief, stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Wuji and said.

"Okay, good, great, you have nothing to do, Cuishan is in the spirit of the sky, you must be very happy!"

As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng turned his head to look at the Mingjiao people on the side, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"Wuji, why are you with the people of the Ming Sect?"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji hurriedly explained.

"Master, I am in a hurry, I am now the leader of the Ming Sect!"

These words shocked Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is not a person who follows the rules, the reputation of Mingjiao is not very good in the entire rivers and lakes!

Is it difficult for Zhang Wuji to join the Ming Sect because Hu Qingniu saved him?

"Wuji, you can talk to me about this matter!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Wuji and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Wuji nodded hurriedly, this is all the things that have happened since he separated from Zhang Sanfeng.

Hearing that Zhang Wuji worshipped Zhao Feng as a master, Zhang Sanfeng was even more surprised.

Seeing Zhao Feng's age, he also felt disbelief in his heart.

After all, according to what Zhang Wuji said, his Jiuyang Divine Skill has already reached the fourth layer, so Zhao Feng's age is about the same as himself at worst.

How does it look, but he is not a few years older than Zhang Wuji!

"Zhao Shaoxia? Are you Mowgli's master? ”

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief and asked.

"Yes, in Xia Zhaofeng, I have seen Zhang Zhenren!"

Zhao Feng smiled and bowed his hand slightly at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly waved his hand, although he didn't believe it in his heart, he didn't say much, just reached out to help Zhao Feng.

The palms of the two people touched, and Zhao Feng felt a strong internal force that passed along Zhang Sanfeng's palm.

Obviously, this Zhang Sanfeng doesn't believe in himself and wants to try his kung fu!

At the moment, Zhao Feng was also ruthless, and the Jiuyang Divine Skill was running, and Zhang Sanfeng's internal force was given to the past.

This time made Zhang Sanfeng even more shocked.

You must know that he lived for more than a hundred years, and Master Jueyuan did not teach him Jiuyang Divine Skills.

But after many years of service, I have also learned something.

At this moment, feeling Zhao Feng's internal strength, Zhang Sanfeng had no doubts in his heart.

After all, this Jiuyang Divine Skill is the internal strength of the Supreme Yang, and there is no possibility of impersonation at all!

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man, and the old man admires it!"

Zhang Sanfeng immediately arched his hand and looked at Zhao Feng with admiration.

Zhao Feng smiled and returned the salute, but there was a feeling of regret in his heart.

This Sanfeng's talent value has even reached a value of 99.

It's a pity that with such a talent value, it is impossible to worship yourself as a teacher.

You must know that this Zhang Sanfeng is also a generation of grandmasters, how could he have created the Wudang faction without such talent.

Now Zhao Feng is very sorry that he has no chance to meet each other in the Condor World.

"Mowgli, Zhao Shaoxia, since you have come to Wudang Mountain, then go to your own house, let's go in!"

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and led the way, leading everyone into the Zhenwu Palace.

Everyone entered the hall and sat down, and Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Wuji and asked.

"Wuji, this time the six major sects besieged the Guangming Peak, how did you get out?"

"Also, they've been walking for so long on this far bridge, and they haven't come back yet!"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhang Wuji hurriedly got up and told him about the Wudang Yin Six Heroes.

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he said coldly.

"Hmph, it turns out that over the years, all the grievances in the rivers and lakes are because Cheng Kun has been a lackey of the Mongolian Tartars!"

"Alas, I think back then, Guo Jing Daxia finally died in battle in order to protect Xiangyang City, and now there are people in the rivers and lakes who take the initiative to be Mongolia's lackeys!"

When Zhao Feng heard this, he hurriedly looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said.

"Zhang Zhenren, I have something I want to ask!"

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

"What's the matter with Zhao Shaoxia, just open your mouth!"

Zhao Feng smiled and spoke.

"I want to know, why did Guo Daxia's guard of Xiangyang finally break?"