Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhao Min laughed out loud and looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang faction is also a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"Your disciple Zhang Wuji has become the leader of the Ming Sect, so you think that the Ming Sect is good!"

Zhang Sanfeng's heart sank, but his face was as usual, looking at Zhao Mindao.

"What the old man thinks is good, naturally I don't need to tell you!"

As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji and said in a deep voice.

"Wuji, since this is the case, then you should have a few tricks with this young man's servant!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji nodded slightly, stepped forward and looked at Ah San and said.

"In the Xia Ming Sect, I advocate Mowgli, so I will learn your tricks!"

Ah San sneered, looked at Zhang Wuji and said disdainfully.

"Everyone said that the leader of the Ming Sect was on the top of the light and monopolized the six major factions, but I want to see what you are capable of!"

As he spoke, Ah San's face sank, his five fingers turned into claws, and he suddenly grabbed Zhang Wuji.

This grasp made the hearts of everyone around him sink.

"This is Shaolin kung fu!"

Yang Xiao on the side said in a gloomy voice.

"No, it's like Shaolin kung fu, but it's not like complete Shaolin kung fu!"

The Blue-Winged Bat King said with a gloomy face.

"That's right, this is indeed Shaolin's kung fu, but Shaolin in the Western Regions!"

Zhao Feng on the side looked indifferent, and said with a smile.

"But you can rest assured, Mowgli's ability will definitely be able to beat this Ah San!"

Just as Zhao Feng was speaking, Zhang Wuji's fight with Ah San was also more than a dozen moves.

It's just that Zhang Wuji is basically on the defensive, and he doesn't take the initiative at all.

"Hmph, Ming Sect Master, isn't it possible to become a turtle with a shrunken head?"

Ah San looked at Zhang Wuji and said with a sneer and a look of disdain.

Hearing Ah San say this, Zhang Wuji also looked indifferent and said in a deep voice.

"Since that's the case, let's let you see the great shift in our Ming Sect!"

As he spoke, Ah San also jumped backwards, his five fingers became claws, and suddenly from the scabbard on the side, he pulled out a long sword and stabbed Zhang Wuji directly.

The sword stabbed over, but Zhang Wuji laughed, his hands suddenly flipped up and down in front of his chest, and suddenly pushed forward.

With a snort, the long sword that Ah Sanyao stabbed over stopped in front of Zhang Wuji, and there was no way to get closer to half a point.

"You!"

Ah San's face was flushed, and he didn't expect that Zhang Wuji's strength would be able to reach this realm.

With his own strength, there is no way to break through the past.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Wuji suddenly let out a long laugh, and his hands suddenly opened.

With a bang, the long sword was broken into several knots by Zhang Wuji and shattered on the ground.

"Master!"

Ah San's face was ugly, and he turned around and stood in front of Zhao Min, bowing his head respectfully.

With a snap, Zhao Min slapped Ah San's face and sneered.

"What a piece of rubbish, Ah Er, come on!"

Hearing Zhao Min's words, a man who looked very similar to Ah San stood up, but he was older.

"In Xia Ah Er, let's learn the magic skills of Sect Leader Zhang!"

As he spoke, Ah Er stomped heavily on the ground with his left hand in front of him, drew a circle with his right hand, and suddenly slapped forward.

This palm, accompanied by a dragon groan, slammed directly towards Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was also a little surprised in his heart, and the Jiuyang Divine Skill immediately worked, and his hands suddenly slapped forward.

With a bang, the palms of the two people collided heavily, and the fierce strength made the people around them reach out to cover their eyes.

"This is the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, how can this guy be?"

"Like, isn't this a trick of the beggars?"

"The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending are the beggar gang's mastery, this person is definitely not a member of the beggar gang!"

"I remember, among the people of the Ming Sect in this sneak attack, there are also people from the Beggar Gang."

"Could it be that this beggar gang also surrendered to the Mongol Tartars?"

Hearing the discussion of everyone around him, Zhao Feng's face was also a little gloomy.

This Ah Er's palm, although it looks very similar to the eighteen palms of the dragon.

But in Zhao Feng's view, it is full of loopholes.

In other words, it is not called full of loopholes, but the luck route in this palm seems to be a little different.

Zhang Wuji's face was solemn, he didn't expect that he had practiced the third-layer Jiuyang Divine Skill, and it would be a little difficult to face Ah Er.

Zhang Sanfeng and Zhao Feng on the side, seeing Zhang Wuji's appearance, were also a little vigilant in their hearts.

"Alas!"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh and shook his head slightly.

Although this Zhang Wuji said that he had cultivated to the third layer of Jiuyang Divine Skill.

But after all, the cultivation time is still short, and he has not reached the realm of the Great Perfection of Jiuyang Divine Skill in the original book, while Ah Er has practiced for decades and has profound skills.

However, this is not to blame Zhang Wuji, I can only say that the time when I came here has advanced all the time.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng shook his head and looked at Zhang Wuji and said in a deep voice.

"Mowgli, the same is the method of cultivating Gang Qi, the method of static flow extreme, practicing true yang with yin, and the fourth level of Jiuyang."

This voice was not heard by others at all, and only Zhang Wuji could hear it clearly.

It was Zhao Feng who transmitted the sound into the secret and passed on the fourth mental method of the Jiuyang Divine Skill to him!

When Zhang Wuji heard Zhao Feng's voice, his heart suddenly brightened.

During this time, his Triple Nine Yang Divine Skill had reached its limit, and he always felt as if there was a barrier blocking his ascension.

When I heard Zhao Feng's words today, I suddenly opened my mouth.

At the moment, Zhang Wuji was competing with Ah Er for internal strength, but his internal strength was circulating according to the route, and in a moment, he walked through the fourfold Jiuyang divine skill.

Ah Er's face became more and more difficult to look at as the fourth level of the Jiuyang Divine Skill in Zhang Wuji's body flowed over and over again.

"Hmm, hmm!"

Blood slowly oozed from the corners of Ah Er's mouth, obviously unable to resist Zhang Wuji's skill.

When Zhang Wuji saw the appearance of the other party, he felt a little unbearable, and immediately took back the Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Which Cheng thought that this unscrupulous kindness had not been rewarded at all.

Ah Er saw Zhang Wuji finish his work, his face suddenly turned grim, and the internal force surged towards Zhang Wuji like a tide.

Zhang Wuji's face was suddenly shocked, he didn't expect the other party to make a move at this time.

And his internal force has just been withdrawn, and there is no way to run again to resist at this moment.

With a bang, Ah Er's palm slapped heavily on Zhang Wuji's body.

Zhang Wuji didn't have any problems at all, but Ah Er's face changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and his body flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground.