There are a number of miracles in the world.

One Dynasty, Two Gates, Three Holy Lands, Four Buddha Sects, Five Daomen, Six Demon Sects, and Seven Great Sects......

The elders of the various factions have been roaming the rivers and lakes for most of their lives, and they have heard of the famous martial arts of these big forces.

And the martial arts of the two juniors in front of them contain the true meaning of profound martial arts, which has never been heard of, and it is by no means that this cultivation can be created by itself, so what kind of master is it taught?

"The Qi Yun Sect's Jin Yan Gong is a masterpiece, why are they so good at their kung fu? It can perfectly match their own martial arts, as if it was tailor-made, where did they learn it?" Seeing that the disciple of the sect he had just praised was instantly defeated, the red-haired elder was as anxious as fire, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"The Qiyun Sect is also one of the thirty-six sects of the Taoist Temple, although it is not famous, it also has its own heritage!"

"Maybe these two brothers are the rare geniuses of the Qiyun Sect for hundreds of years!"

......

Although the Qinglong Elders of the Shenxiao Sect and the Divine Runes Elders of the Maoshan Sect also had doubts, when they saw that this Kongtong Sect was deflated, the words in their mouths were inevitably teasing.

After all, on top of Wudang, there is only one position in Daoshan.

When the time comes, they will be rivals to each other, and the current cooperation is only a temporary alliance.

"Elder, look! Senior Brother Shanziang, Gong Yongsi, and Ning Wenhao have all been defeated!"

"The three senior brothers of our Maoshan faction, Mao Lecheng, Jing Feiyu, and Liang Hefeng, were also defeated?"

......

One moment, the two veterans were still gloating, and the next moment their smiles stiffened, watching their juniors being ousted.

"The Magu faction's martial arts are straightforward and lacking grandeur. Why is this Cai Daoyuan's internal strength like the morning sun, once it unfolds, it will be overwhelming!"

"Although the people of the Northern Hell Sect have strong true qi, they have too much heterogeneous true qi, and their skills are not pure, this Qianqingzi's true qi is so pure, but it is amazingly numerous!"

"The peak of Lushan Mountain is high, and the qi is like a rising dragon, but the tricks are easy to run out, and it is difficult to have room for maneuver. This Chen Xu Shi actually played nine dragon fists in a row, and none of them were repeated! Ninety-nine-eighty-one, there are even infinite changes!"

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The elders of the various sects knew the details of each sect, and they couldn't help but look at each other one by one, looking embarrassed.

Qiyun, Beiming, Lushan, and Magu are not well-known among the Taoist sects of the Thirty-six Views, and occasionally one or two geniuses appear.

There are so many strong players at the same time, this is not martial arts at all.

They clearly remembered that these small sect disciples had not had such amazing methods before.

Why did they seem to be enlightened by some master in just ten days?

The elders of the various sects felt bad in their hearts, and they only felt that something beyond their control had happened.

"You say, have they been trained by Uncle Wudang?" Suddenly, Elder Rune's heart moved, and he said abruptly.

"How is it possible? Uncle Wudang is a senior martial artist, how can he teach martial arts to people sent abroad!" The red-haired elder shouted in a deep voice.

"That's not true!" Elder Qinglong shook his head and muttered, "I heard that this Wudang junior uncle pursues a great vow to teach without class and preach the world, and it is said that no matter where anyone comes from, as long as they climb the preaching cliff behind Feilai Peak, they can be taught by him personally." The demon monk who was second on the tiger list was just an unknown monk expelled from Xiaolingshan Temple before, and it was because of this that he was able to break through and stand up, and his name was Fahai! Buddhism and Taoism are different, and besides, not to mention that he is already a descendant of the Daomen, and the difference between the portals is much smaller. ”

"It's only possible! Otherwise, I can't think of anyone else on Wudang Mountain who has such a means to turn stones into gold in a short time!"

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The elders of the various factions came to a conclusion during their conversation.

At this time, the first game of the second round of the big competition has ended, and after seeing the list of the last thirty-two people come out, they are speechless again, angry, aggrieved, and jealous...... Emotions churned, unable to control their own breath, diffused out.

The surrounding disciples of the various sects did not dare to gasp.

Thirty-two people, all the seven sons of Wudang are listed, three people each from the other Daomen and four mountains, and the nine disciples of the small sect who have been enlightened by Uncle Wudang.

And their Kongtong, Shenxiao, Maoshan and other major sects, there are only four lone seedlings left.

It's heart-wrenching!

It occurred to them that they had just thought.

The preaching cliff, the preaching cliff, the Tao has no size, but the martial arts are high and low.

If the nine members of this small sect can break through, they must have learned superior martial arts.

Uncle Wudang was willing to pay such a price, could it be that the scene in front of him was in his calculations.

For a while, the elders of the various factions lost their hearts and lost their voices.

It turns out that there are really masters in this world who can ......

People sit on the mountain, and they count the world!

......

"Senior brother, have you seen the list of the top thirty-two?"

After a competition, we will fight again tomorrow.

That night, when the seven sons of Wudang reunited, Xiao Letian's burst laughter could be heard from afar.

"That Kongtong, Shenxiao, and Maoshan Pass said that they would replace me Wudang, ascend to the position of Dao Mountain, and command the Daomen, but this time there are only four lonely seedlings of Taiyuanzi, Wen Gang, Lin Fengqiao, and He Zusheng! Senior brothers and sisters, you didn't pay attention to the ugly faces of the elders of the various sects, hahaha......"

"Alright, alright! Lotte, don't overdo it. The chief disciples of the four sects are not vegetarians, and the final outcome is still unknown?" Zhuang Xiaolou smiled and shook his head.

"That's good!" Hao Renzhen also said with a serious face, "Don't be careless in Jingzhou!"

"Got it!Third Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Brother!" Xiao Letian was speechless for a while, and said obediently.

"Don't you think you're familiar with the martial arts of the nine people of that small sect?" Xie Baoshu said again at this time.

"Although I have never seen it, but between every move and style, they all have their own atmosphere, and they have unique powers, and such martial arts characteristics seem to be only ......" Zhuang Xiaolou was smart, and seemed to have made a discovery.

"That's the martial arts of the little master and uncle!" Shangguan Lingyun was silent for a long time, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed the truth.

"Sure enough, it's his old man!" Xie Baoshu's guess was verified, and he couldn't help but admire.

"It's true that only the martial arts of the little master and uncle have such a miraculous ability!" Zhuang Xiaolou also agreed.

......

The seven sons nodded one after another.

That kind of martial arts moves contain the true meaning of martial arts, the characteristics of self-generated visions, they are really too familiar.

The world is so big, flying to the peak of the only one.

Although the martial arts displayed by the two brothers were far inferior to what their seven sons of Wudang had learned, that unique temperament could not be concealed.

"Missionary Cliff, Uncle Ancestor, you are fishing in the rivers and lakes, you are really in the next big move!"

The seven sons of Wudang glanced at each other, and suddenly felt that the results of this Daomen competition might be beyond imagination.

"Huh, in this way, isn't it the thirty-two former middle of the Daomen, our seven sons of Wudang plus the nine members of the small faction, isn't it true that the sixteen people are all made up of the little master and uncle, accounting for half of the country!" Yan Caiwei suddenly realized something and exclaimed.

^The Seven Sons were dumbfounded for a moment.

Words are indescribable, I can only say that it is worthy of ......

Uncle Ancestor!

......

is worthy of being a little uncle!

The words of the seventh son naturally fell into Zheng Qingshan's ears.

The head of the little old man stood alone in front of the Taihe Palace, carrying his hands behind his back, and the mountain wind at night blew the Taoist robe to hunt.

He stroked his beard and looked, only to see that the lights were shining in the various stations of the Daomen halfway up the mountain, and there were faint bursts of fierce arguments in the wind.

Uncle Xiao, Uncle Xiao, your old man just moved his fingers, and he really gave these fellow Daoists a big problem!

Now not to mention plotting against my Wudang Daoshan status, there are even nine small factions that have sprung up.

If you can't win the nine of them, Kongtong, Shenxiao, and Maoshan ...... Whether or not he can keep his current position is a matter of two words.

Tonight, the Taoist sect has no sleep!

Hahaha......

The little old man stretched his waist for a long time, and his laughter had never been so easy, and he turned away.

At this time, it's time for a sweet dream!

A night in a hurry.

On the second day, it was just dawn.

The Xuanwu platform is already tense!

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