Taishi Ancestor didn't die?

There has never been a substitute for the apprentice?

True or false little master and uncle?

......

Cen Yongyuan, Chen Yixian, Gong Kexin, and Qi Liangcai have been missing for more than ten years, and the Wudang elders who have returned from the disappearance of more than ten years are not shocking and die, setting off turbulent waves among the Wudang disciples.

The seven sons of Wudang looked at each other speechlessly.

This seems to involve the secrets of the previous generation of Wudang and even the previous generation, and even they are ominous.

At this time, Zheng Qingshan didn't have much surprise, but a pair of vicissitudes of old eyes burst out with fire-like anger and a suppressed voice,

"You still call that person a master? Since sixteen years ago, he cut himself off from Wudang, and he is no longer the master of our waiting. Our ancestor is the head of the Wudang seniors, the body of one person, who fought for 100,000 miles, killed thirty demons, and destroyed the ten demon sects, not the old demon who has fallen into the demon path now, and has caused the people of Wudang to wither, and the sect has almost been destroyed!"

"Senior brother, after so many years, why are you still so concerned?" Gong Kexin couldn't bear it, and persuaded him with words.

"Senior brother, please calm your anger! Please listen to what Senior Brother said, the old man of the ancestor also had a hard time at the beginning!" Cen Yongyuan bowed down, "If the senior brother can understand his old man's good intentions, you can understand that every move of the ancestor is for the sake of my Wudang, and also for the sake of the common people in the world." ”

"Big Brother ......"

"Big Brother ......"

Chen Yixian and Qi Liangcai were about to open their mouths to persuade as well.

"Shut up!" a thunderous shout interrupted their quibble.

Zheng Qingshan's dantian luck opened his mouth in a deep voice, "Understand, how to understand?" The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. Dao Heart Cultivation Demon, I am no longer me. This is what this demon said when he was enchanted. At that time, he was in the position of the head of Wudang, but he secretly opened the heaven and earth seal of the Demon Peak Demon Cave, released the twelve demon seeds, and possessed the people of Wudang, causing the two uncles to enter the demon one after another, killing each other, and the sect lost two innate masters one after another.

Later, he even did it to the third uncle, the fourth aunt, the fifth uncle, and the sixth uncle, planting demons in their Dao hearts. Then the huge Wudang Mountain will be reduced to a demon domain in one day, and the reputation of thousands of years will be ruined. His sin is unforgivable. If you defend it again, you will no longer be my Wudang person from now on!"

Words and sentences, gold and stone are like falling, and they cannot be refused.

The head of Wudang's little old man has always been gentle to others, whether it is Xie Baoshu, a personal disciple, or Shangguan Lingyun, Zhuang Xiaolou, or even other disciples, no one has ever seen him so thunderous and angry.

The disciples were silent for a while, and turned to look at Cen Yongyuan, Chen Yixian, Gong Kexin, and Qi Liangcai hostilely.

What if you are an elder?

The past is not enough evidence.

Just today, right and wrong are black and white, and they have long been measured in their hearts.

"Senior brother, why are you doing this?" Cen Yongyuan looked at each other and sighed.

"Senior brother, you don't know the deep meaning of the ancestor, I don't blame you! But the fake uncle can't stay in Wudang anymore. You must know that the real little uncle is the closed disciple of the ancestor, and with his personal teaching, he has exhausted the essence of Wudang martial arts, comprehended the true legend of the three madness, and obtained the true martial will. The world's martial arts, all-encompassing, cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, only twenty years old, and has tended to the congenital upper realm, which can be called true martial arts in the world. Senior brother, as long as we welcome back the real junior uncle, Wudang will be able to prosper soon!" Gong Ke's heart was like frost, but his words were urgent at this time.

"Shut up!" Zheng Qingshan said coldly, "There is only one junior uncle in Wudang, that is, my junior uncle Lu Chunliang who will accept apprentices on behalf of my teacher, and I will personally lead them up the mountain.

How can the bright moon compete with the great sun!"

Words and sentences, landing sound.

When the seven sons of Wudang and many disciples heard this, their faces were also solemn.

The little uncle is in charge of the demon head, passing on the merits of Wudang, and even pointing out the seven sons to win a big victory in the Daomen, which is a fake product that can be compared with something out of nowhere.

True or false little master and uncle?

Which is true and which is false?

They already have judgment in their hearts.

"Would you rather recognize this fake product on the mountain that has not come down for ten years, rather than welcome back the real little uncle?" Seeing everyone in Wudang like this, Gong Kexin's face was cold, and he gradually lost half of his feelings.

"Senior brother, it is imperative to set things right, please don't make mistakes!" Cen Yongyuan said in a condensed voice.

"Senior brother, can you bear to fight against the same sect again after the thousand-year-old foundation of Wudang?" Chen Yixian persuaded with kind words.

"Now we still call you senior brother, no matter how stubborn you are, don't blame me for being rude!" Qi Liangcai no longer concealed the slightest in his words.

The four congenitals, in every word, are full of coercion.

Although Zheng Qingshan was not surprised, his expression was already complicated and indescribable, and he sighed leisurely, "I should have thought of it a long time ago." At the beginning, as the seventh son of Wudang in the previous generation, you went down the mountain with your master, the second uncle, and the third aunt to track the traces of the demon, and then only my master returned with the little uncle, and you have suffered misfortune in this way.

Now it seems that the demon has shown mercy to your men. Although I don't know what he said to you, he also taught you something, so that you all entered the innate nature, and even more so that he was dead to him. But at that time, you were young, uncertain, and fell astray, and I don't blame you. Let's go, never go back to Wudang, otherwise don't blame me for ignoring my fellow disciples!"

"What, you're going to drive us away?" Gong Kexin couldn't believe his ears for a while.

"Senior brother, why did you drive us away? You must know that Wudang is not your only Wudang, but also the Wudang of all Wudang disciples!" Cen Yongyuan's face was gloomy.

"Just because I am the thirtieth generation head of Wudang, anyone who disobeys the head of the sect will be expelled from the division and severely punished!" Zheng Qingshan waved his long sleeves, flipped his palm, and already held the real martial arts sword, the token of the head of Wudang.

The quaint long sword, the tortoise and snake are entangled, the thousand-year-old artifact, and the rhyme is extraordinary.

As soon as he held this sword in his hand, the aura of his body immediately changed, and his body seemed to be not high, but it was like the air of a mountain and a mountain, majestic and majestic, and could not be disobeyed.

"Senior brother, you are old! The real martial sword fell into your hand, it is really a pearl and a secret investment. Qi Liangcai's words were cold and warm.

"Senior brother, why bother to use your mantis arm as a car, you should understand that you and Wudang can't stop us now!" Chen Yixian sighed.

......

Zheng Qingshan no longer talked nonsense with them, but just sighed in a deep voice, "Where are the seven sons of Wudang? Where are the disciples?

"The disciple is here!" the seventh son stepped forward.

"The disciple is here!" all the disciples bowed down one after another.

For a while, Wudang spoke in unison, united in mind, and resisted foreign enemies.

Cen Yongyuan, Chen Yixian, Gong Kexin, and Qi Liangcai's faces became extremely ugly, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

"Senior brother, you forced us!" Cen Yongyuan popped out of his mouth word by word, and turned to look at the other three, "Senior Brother Chen, Senior Sister Gong, Senior Brother Qi, let's take action! Wudang has been confused by that fake uncle, Senior Brother is stubborn, it should be time for us to set things right!"

As soon as the words came out, the bodies of the four people shook slightly, their robes flew up, and the qi machine surged like a cloud again, condensed into substance, and tumbled out.

The void is distorted, the light is disordered, the divine light bursts into the wonderful image, the black claw dementors, the gods whip the gods, the golden seal punishes the demons, and the red runes suppress the evil......

As soon as the innate mystical phenomenon was formed, it immediately suspended above everyone's heads, and the crushing of life and even soul made people involuntarily feel great terror.

"Stand down, stand down, stand down!" Cen Yongyuan and the four of them did not dodge or dodge, and shouted loudly in their mouths, and the sound was like thunder rolling, and they fell in the air.

Invisible majesty, as if real, falls on the top of the head.

Boom Boom Boom ......

With every step the four of them took, the ground shook.

Squeaky ......

Under the invisible oppression, the people of Wudang trembled, and their spines clicked, like three mountains and five mountains, and it was difficult to bear.

Only then did they understand how terrifying the oppression faced by the six major factions before them was, almost suffocating.

But even so, they didn't back down in the slightest.

Uncle Xiao has been guarding Wudang for a long time.

Now that the big enemy has come to the door, it is even more threatening to the little master and uncle, if they retreat again and again, what is the use of practicing martial arts?

What about the Four Great Innate Grandmasters?

Wudang is behind, there is no advance or retreat.

They clenched their swords tightly and confronted the four god-like figures in front of them, and their minds were decided.

"Stubborn!" the four of them sneered, their hands raised slightly, and the mysterious elephants above their heads rolled, black claws, divine whips, golden seal demons, and red talismans...... Ups and downs, it seems that the next moment is going to be hit on the head and destroy everything.

The air is stagnant, the mountain wind is not moving, and everything is silent.

Zheng Qingshan, the seventh son and all the disciples...... Everyone in Wudang tensed up, gathered strength, and was ready to do everything to meet the blow of the catastrophe.

Laugh at......

The sound of breaking the air was inaudible, but it was so abrupt in the silence at this moment.

Everyone's eyes hurt, and in a trance, they saw a divine sword flying from the sky, and the trail was ethereal and untraceable.

Pointing to the first, flying to point!

With a finger from afar, the qi machine on the flying peak soared into the sky, as light as a bird skimming the sky, and was entwined between a finger with affection.

Supremely sharp, approaching Xiao Han, silent for a moment, everything is broken.

With a snap of a sword, it's coming!

Sneer......

There was a sound of air leaking in the void, and the dull and oppressive atmosphere was suddenly broken.

The four innate bodies were shocked, and they couldn't help but take a few steps on their hind legs before they stabilized their figures.

In an instant, they only felt their connection with the outer heaven and earth, and the invisible bridge between heaven and man was also cut across the sky at this moment, giving birth to a sense of isolation from the world, falling from the clouds and falling into the mortal dust.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" The faces of the four of them were ugly, and their hearts palpitated inexplicably.

The people of Wudang were relieved, and took a long breath, but there was already a cold sweat behind them.

"That sword is ......"

The seven sons of Wudang glanced at each other, their faces were happy, and they didn't wait for a response.

"Wait for you to stand down!" I heard a faint whisper from the top of the mountain, passing thousands of miles away, and clearly falling in my ears.

"Let them come!"