Although it is under the rule of Wudang, how can the people of Wudang Men sleep late at night under the heart of this wild cloud.

At this time, Xingyun didn't want to see the person in the martial arts, but since he had already been recognized, there was no other way, so he calmed down and looked at it.

I saw about a dozen people, their martial arts were not low, and there was even a middle-aged Taoist priest behind him who was still a soul-level master! At this time, he was looking at himself, if he put this power on the rivers and lakes, it would be amazing, even Jiufu might not be an opponent.

"Wudang has gathered so many masters, and he is sleeping in the wild, what is it for? But they don't hide it? It's really weird. ”

Xingyun looked at these people and was puzzled, but he was even more worried that his remaining internal strength was no longer capable of dealing with them!

These people were originally amazed by the scene, and anyone who saw this piece of wolf would do so, until someone shouted the "Thunder Sword".

As soon as the man shouted, everyone in Wudang turned around and asked, "Ben Thunder Sword?" The thug who insulted our Wudang? Where is he? ”

When the man heard this, he hurriedly pointed to Xingyun.

Xingyun's sick appearance is naturally easy to recognize, but at this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest of the soul-level master came out of the crowd, and his style is not small, obviously the elders of these people.

There are more than ten people in Wudang Sect here, and when they heard Xingyun is Thunder Sword, they all glared at Xingyun angrily, but it was limited to that.

Xingyun can defeat Xuanheng Zhenren, who is stronger than the head of Wudang, these Wudang subordinates naturally dare not make mistakes easily, especially this shocking scene, reminding them of the strength of the sick man in front of them!

But it was precisely because Xuanheng Zhenren was defeated by Xingyun and spread throughout the rivers and lakes that he was humiliated by Wudang! It is Xuanheng Zhenren's identity that he even invited himself to face the wall, which shows how much Wudang cares, but he doesn't know the true details of Xingyun, and he has no excuse, so he didn't go to Xingyun for a while, and not long ago, he heard the news that Xingyun killed the Ma family brothers, and Wudang was even more cautious.

Wudang is not better than a small sect to lose, not to mention that the loser is still the most powerful person in the Xuanzi generation, if you rashly shoot, defeat again and again, Wudang will lose face again, so these people saw Ben Lei Jian, although they all wanted to knock him to the ground immediately, but they didn't have the courage to try it.

Only the middle-aged Taoist priest who came out in a row stood there, observing Xingyun up and down.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Xingyun, and Xingyun did not show weakness, and he also looked back at the moment, and said: "This middle-aged Taoist priest has a good face with Chinese characters, and he also looks dignified." Xingyun looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest and thought: "Looking at his martial arts age, he should be the Xuanzi generation of Wudang, this Wudang really deserves to be on a par with Shaolin, the Xuanzi generation, I have seen three people, and all three of them are soul-level masters!" ”

Thinking about the martial arts of his uncles and uncles, Xingyun only felt that Qingcheng's move to close the mountain this time was not all bad, and it was time to practice behind closed doors.

After all, the middle-aged Taoist priest is a soul-level master, and his eyesight is naturally not bad, at this time, he has already looked at Lu Yun's face and seems to be very tired, and then looking at the scene around him, it seems that the world has been turned upside down, and he has naturally fought a lot.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest asked, "Are you Ben Thunder Sword?" So what are you doing here? ”

What a condescending tone!

Xingyun was angry when he heard this, even if he consumed too much at this time, he would not show weakness, and when he arrived: "The world is so big, where do you care where I go?" ”

I didn't talk to him much at the moment, so I said to Huijian: "Mr. Ming Fei is unconscious, it's better to settle him down first." ”

Xingyun's internal strength is basically empty at this time, and the most urgent thing is to immediately find the nearest county seat, find an inn to live in, and then go to recuperate for a while. In an instant, he said that he would not be able to use force for half a month, so naturally it would not be wrong.

But now that Wudang has appeared, even if Xingyun wants to leave, he can't move, the middle-aged Taoist priest on the other side is a soul-level master, what flaw does he have, if he sees it, then he will fall into the hands of Wudang, if that's the case, it's better to follow Mr. Mingfei to see the emperor!

I feel that the only little internal force is constantly being lost, but I still have to pretend that nothing happens, although staying here, it is very dangerous, but it is better to stay than to leave immediately, after all, those people can't figure out their own words, and they don't dare to do it easily.

Xingyun mentioned that he wanted to settle Mr. Ming Fei first, Huijian heard this, and glanced at Xingyun, the look was quite strange, Xingyun couldn't help but secretly said: "What does he mean?" Could it be that he saw that I was already a strong outsider at this time? ”

Just as he was thinking of this, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly spoke: "Slow! ”

Xingyun was going to help Mr. Ming Fei up, but when he heard this, he turned around sharply and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" ”

Under the fame, there is a prestige, these days, no one on the rivers and lakes can overshadow him, his achievements are brilliant, how dare ordinary people move? Especially this middle-aged Taoist priest also knew that compared with Xuanheng Zhenren, there was still a bit of a gap, not to mention Xingyun who could defeat Xuanheng Zhenren, so he was immediately intimidated by Xingyun's momentum, and unconsciously retreated half a step!

To the inappropriate! The middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but be very ashamed in his heart, he led the mountain today, and was taken back half a step by Xingyun in front of them, how could he still put down his face? At the moment, he pointed at Xingyun and drank: "How could Mr. Ming Fei pass out?" Could it be that you are the murderer? ”

"It's another sin of desire!" Xingyun was annoyed, the middle-aged Taoist priest didn't ask anything, and said that he had poisoned himself, if this excuse was confirmed by him, then he might have a reason to let everyone go together and take him down!

I felt that the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist seemed to be constantly spinning on him, Xingyun's internal strength in his body was insufficient at this time, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was soul-level, and his vision was naturally there, the more he looked at Xingyun, the more suspicious his eyes were.

"It's obvious that after a battle here, that Ben Lei Sword is obviously very tired, he defeated Xuanheng in Tongren that day, and ruined my Wudang's great face, if he is really overwhelmed at this moment, it is a good opportunity to take him down, even if the purpose of going down the mountain this time is missed, it is worth it!"

No matter how bad the soul level is, it will be far stronger than the current Xingyun, if this middle-aged Taoist priest really makes up his mind, Xingyun can only be captured, but fortunately, Xingyun's brilliant achievements and this earth-shaking scene shocked the people of Wudang, and they hesitated for a while.

Seeing the appearance of this middle-aged Taoist, Xingyun secretly said in his heart: "I understand that Mr. Fei is a disciple of the Emperor, and his identity and martial arts are higher than him, and he has never been so rude!" ”

Thinking of this, Xingyun was about to open his mouth to refute, when he heard Huijian on the side receive: "Mr. Ming Fei and Ben Lei Shi Shi are competing here, the testimony made by the poor monk is absolutely fair, and there is no poisonous hand, Mr. Ming Fei is just fainting for a while, and he will wake up after a while." ”

Huijian actually helped himself speak?

Xingyun couldn't help but be a little surprised, although Huijian said before that he was chasing because he was worried about himself, but he didn't expect him to help him at this time, because he did this to not give Wudang face.

The middle-aged Taoist priest saw Huijian open his mouth, and frowned: "Who are you?" At a young age, can you testify for Mr. Ming Fei? ”

Since coming here, the middle-aged Taoist priest has seen Huijian standing beside Xingyun: "With his martial arts, he is not the Zhiqian of Emei, or one of the three Huis of Shaolin, and I don't know what he is doing here. ”

Seeing him ask, Huijian immediately replied: "Poor monk Shaolin Huijian, who are you?" ”

This sentence is the second time that Huijian has said it today, and the word "you" naturally expresses the dissatisfaction in Huijian's heart.

As soon as Huijian said this, a person behind the middle-aged Taoist priest received it loudly: "Presumptuous! My master is a real person in Wudang Xuanli, a generation higher than you! Could it be that the Shaolin disciples don't understand the rules at all, and they don't even know how to use honorifics? ”

Shaolin got three points of land in Shanxi, but Wudang suffered a secret loss in Tongren, Wudang was naturally unbalanced, so he also had some resentment towards Shaolin. At the moment, I was even more angry!

Hui Jian is just a little unsociable because he is immersed in martial arts, but it is not a roundabout, especially his character is even more rigid.

Xingyun took the words over: "He just doesn't know your master, how can there be a reason for losing courtesy?" As for you, you care about Mr. Ming Fei, but you don't do anything, what is the reason? ”

Although Xingyun disdains this Xuanli Zhenren and the behavior of his subordinates, he doesn't want Huijian to have a stalemate with them, no matter what Shaolin has done to Wanjian Sect before, or whether he has forced Qingcheng or not, it doesn't matter what Huijian does, Huijian chased such a long distance because he cared about his own safety, so naturally he must not let him get into trouble because of his own affairs, so he took over the conversation at the moment.

After speaking, Xingyun helped Mr. Ming Fei up, walked to the side, and put out a relatively clean place, and then gently put Mr. Ming Fei down, and used his little remaining true qi to guide Mr. Ming Fei's internal force, because it was just to guide, it was effortless, Xingyun wanted to guide Mr. Ming Fei's own internal force, so that he could wake up quickly.

Seeing Xingyun sitting aside by himself, he put his hand on Mr. Ming Fei's back, and Xuanli Zhenren's eyes flashed.

Although he tried to cover it up, he still couldn't hide the facts! He had serious internal injuries! Although Xuanli Zhenren didn't see it too accurately, he was not far from the truth, and he saw his mouth smile slightly, and said in his heart: "The opportunity has come, this time I must capture this Ben Thunder Sword back!" ”

After thinking about it, Xuanli Zhenren suddenly became cold: "Ben Thunder Sword!" What are you doing? Could it be that under the eyes of everyone, do you dare to continue to hurt Mr. Ming Fei? ”